HEAT OF THE MOMENT
WOW: stuffed/stuff/stuffing. There's not a lot to give thanks for at the bunker this November
Disclaimer: I don't own them
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"HOLY CRAP SAM! What's going on? Are you OK? "
*cough* *splutter*
"Oh hell, Dean. I thought I'd help us out and start cooking the thanksgiving turkey while you were out. You know, get a headstart."
*wheeze* *hack…hack*
"Sam, go get the freaking fire extinguisher from the pantry." *cough…cough* "and pass me that wet towel so that we can clear some of this smoke."
*croak* *gasp*
"I can't believe, I got sidetracked in the library researching the poltergeist hunt, and completely forgot about it."
*hack…hack* *choke*
"There's a reason why I tell you to stay the hell out of my kitchen, Sam!"
*wheeze* *splutter*
"I spent ages stuffing it too. And I put all the roast potatoes, the corn cobs, the cornbread, the bacon and the pumpkin pie in the oven too. I can't believe it! It's all gone up in smoke!"
*cough* *gasp*
"Goddamnit Sam, is there any part of our Thanksgiving dinner that you haven't cremated?"
*choke* *hack…hack*
"Uh … well, um… there's the sprouts?"
*croak* *wheeze*
"Dean… what? Are you okay?"
*…*
"Dean?"
*…*
"Dean? Say something.
*…*
"Dean, Why is your eye twitching like that? Is it the smoke?"
*…*
"Dean? Put the meat tenderiser down…"
*…*
"DEAN!"
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