Title: Klondike Bar

Author: BlazeorFade

Summary: We ask the Winchester men the immortal question: What would you do for a Klondike Bar.

Warnings: I may not be in my right mind as I write this but other than that we're good.

Disclaimer: No they wouldn't sell the boys to me, I tried I really did. Maybe I shouldn't have gone into detail about what I intended to do with those pretty pretty boys.

John Winchester

The brave and now conscious author continues her quest for answers when she spots John Winchester reading his journal on a park bench across the street from the library.

"Mr.Winchester?" She asks waving her hands in front of him to try to get his attention.

"What do you want?" he practically growls.

"To ask you a question sir?" She says meekly standing up ramrod straight.

"At ease." He says.

"What do you want to know? And how do you know my name?" He asks as the nervous writer sits down on the bench.

"Um I know your sons." She says hastily.

"Okay," He seems to accept this and looks at her expectantly.

"Oh right, sorry." She says remembering why she was there in the first place.

"What would you do for a Klondike Bar?" She asks pulling out a third ice cream.

John pulls out a gun and cocks it.

"Put the ice cream down and step away from it." He says pointing the gun at her. The Authoress gulps and jumps up running from the park.

"Hehe. Dumb kids. Its not even loaded." John laughs to himself and opens up the ice cream.

If Wincest squicks you consider this the last chapter. Otherwise carry on my wayward son, er daughter, whatever you are.