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Warning: Semi-Crossover [Boondock Saints]
Pairings: None.
Spoilers: Set Post 7.02 Hello, Cruel World
All in all it made for a very awkward situation. Sure, it was fun to crack non-stop jokes along the extensively witty lines of—
"Hey, Sam. So Death walks into a bar and sees these two Irish guys. Their names are Murph and Connor and they're brothers. One of them sees Death and—"
"Shut-up, Dean."
—during which Sam showed no sign of achieving full appreciation for his well-developed humor. (Though Sam meeting a joke he actually laughed at would most likely disrupt his perfect balance of functionality and angst off of which the universe seemed to function. And considering how much effort, he and Sam put into making sure the universe continued functioning, it was probably all for the best.)
But in the end, he always got stuck back on his impending lunch date with Death and the Question of the Evening—how the hell do you make conversation with Death?
"Hey. Reaped anyone interesting lately?"
"So, I've got some time to kill...heh. Heh heh."
"Want a pickle chip?"
Four hours of brainstorming and several pies later, Dean had reached the inevitable conclusion—he was so dead.
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