MISJUDGEMENT
WOW: music. Faeries need to work on their enchantment techniques
Disclaimer: I don't own them
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"Be careful Dean, I know we're hunting a Wendigo, but these woods are haunted by faeries."
"Man, I hate faeries; tricksy little bastards."
"Careful Dean, you shouldn't disrespect them. They don't like it."
*Pfft*
"Say, Sam. Can you hear that creepy music? I don't know where it's coming from but I can hear it whenever the breeze drops."
"Yeah, I can hear it too. It's faerie music. Don't listen to it, Dean. They're trying to mesmerise us and lure us over to their dimension."
"No danger of that Sam; they wanna lure me, they can play some Metallica. I ain't going anywhere for that plinky-plonky shit."
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