Chapter Four.

FINAFREAKINGLY!

Sam: I love cake.

Dean: The band or the food?

Sam: The food – wait? There's a band named Cake?

Dean: pauses I think so – I forget.

Sam: Check the internet.

Dean: I'm on it – plops in front of Sam's lab top.

Sam: Well?

Dean: Nothing – wait a second here's something.

Sam: Yah?

Dean: Yah – did you know that a woman's body can accommodate almost ANYTHING when reaching a certain stage of horniness?

Sam: Really?

Dean: Yah, on a really good day – I could probably stick my head up there!

Ellen: walking in Up where?

Sam & Dean: NOTHING!

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John: King me.

Sam: Dad –

John: What?

Sam: We're playing chess.

Pause

John: King me.

Sam: Chess dad – it doesn't work like that.

John: It did when I was little.

Sam: You know what – forget it. You're the boss, I king you.

John: You're kinging me?

Sam: Well yeah –

John: How stupid can you be? We're playing chess moron!

Sam: …WHAT?!

John: You heard me you cheater!

Sam: I didn't cheat! You were the one who just –

John: Zip it!

Sam: But I didn't sa-

John: I give up. DEAN!

Dean: walking in What?

Sam: Play chess with dad.

Dean: chess is for losers

John: I thought we were playing checkers.

Sam: - Oh – piss off.

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Dean: I feel like tofu.

Sam: - tofu?

Dean: Yeah – one large tofu burger and a bottle of spring water.

Sam: Screw that I'm ordering K.F.C

Dean: Do you have any idea how much grease you're putting into your system? You'll die of a heart attack before your forty.

Sam: Forty huh? Longer life expectancy then I imagined. Where'd the extra ten years come from?

Dean: Dude you're too good at what you do to die in field that soon.

Sam: If that's the case swing by the beer store.

Dean: Ew you're going to drink beer?

Sam: Nice cool and it makes me fall asleep.

Dean: Yah – with your head in a toilette.

Sam: Comfier then a motel bed.

Dean: OO bad burn, why do you hurt?

Sam: same reason you eat tofu.

Dean: because the typist is evil?

Sam: Totally evil.

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John: Ellen.

Ellen: What?

John: Did you ever tell Jo the truth?

Ellen: No and you better shut your mouth John Winchester. She isn't EVER going to know.

John: You have to tell her!

Ellen: No! It's not fair to her!

John: It's more then fair to her, if she knows then she can get over it and move on – could you imagine what would happen if the wrong person told her?

Ellen: Dammit I hate you when you're right.

Jo: on the phone mom it's late why are you calling me?

Ellen: Sweety there's something I gotta tell you, now get your but home.

-Next Day-

Jo: Why is John here?

Ellen: He's part of it.

Jo: Not following.

Ellen: whispers in Jo's ear.

Jo: I had no idea and John's in on it?

Ellen: Yah he told Dean.

John: I did to, ask him your self.

Jo: Aw poor Sammy – ummm hold on. How does this concern me?

Ellen: whispers in Jo's ear again.

Jo: That's disgusting. Not touching that one with a fifty foot pole.

Every fan watching: OH COME ON! THAT THE HELL ARE THEY SAYING!

Kripke: mysterious voice you'll find out.

Sam: I feel so secure.

Fans: Screw you we're protesting!

Sam: I'm with the fans Ric. What the hell is going on?

Kripke: sigh FINE! Sam! Whispers in Sam's ear

Sam: Oh man – that is gross. But thanks for telling me man.

Fans: What?! WHAT DID HE SAY?!

Sam: shifty eyes what did who say?

Fans:….. We give up.

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Dean: Dude check it out! Smiles

Sam: Sweet man, you got grills.

Dean: and it only cost me one credit card scam.

Sam: Ohhh sweet digs man. Sweet, yo man where your ride at?

Dean: No clue dawg.

Sam: Heavy.

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Dean: God I wish I had Barbie's hair.

Sam: God I wish I looked like Ken.

John: What ever happened to Barbie's minority friend Tiffany?

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Demon: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Sam: That was the worst cliché laugh ever dude.

Demon: really?

Dean: Yah, you should consider acting courses. I've actually got a number here in my wallet.

Demon: Well thanks Dean that's really helpful.

Sam: alright well I guess you might be; wanting to call that number huh?

Demon: Oh definitely this will help a lot.

Dean: That's great! I'm really looking forward to seeing the results. This guy works miracles you'll love him to death – I wouldn't be the Dean Winchester I am with out him.

Demon: Oh man that's awesome and I love your character to.

Sam: So when can we count on seeing you again?

Demon: Well actually – in six months I'm supposed to be burning down another house if you wanna stop by I can give you a call later on and let you know ahead of time if you're interested.

Dean: Man are you kidding? I wouldn't miss that for the world!

Sam: me neither man, any time call us any time. We'll be there.

Demon: Aww you guys are so nice to me. Anyway I'm going to go call this number. Umm Dean can I have the number?

Dean: Oh yeah! Right. Pulls out number hands it demon here ya go.

Demon: PERFECT!

Sam: So we'll catch you later?

Demon: Definitely! Catch you later!

Both Boys: Bye!

Demon: bye! Disappears.

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