Hi, everybody! This is the last part, so enjoy it! I understand, snfan228. My classes are starting to kill me, too. I don't know what I'll do until Supernatural comes back.
And the episode was actually "Dance, Monkee, Dance" where Micky gets a brilliant idea from the writers.
I'll see you all soon!
"Those knuckle-heads actually did it," said Dean, getting up from the floor and brushing off his clothes. "I think I'm gonna miss them."
"I will, too," said Sam, sitting on his bed. "But if you do any spell like that again, I'm gonna kill youཀ"
"Oh, Sammy. I'd like to see you try." A well-aimed pillow hit Dean in the face, then knocked the window curtain aside to reveal a bright morning outside. "Not now, though. We need to leave before we're charged for another day."
"Fine. Let's get breakfast, I'm starving."
It wasn't long before they threw their duffel bags in the back seat of the Impala. The slam of the door woke up the office worker long enough for Sam to return the key as Dean started the car. He also managed to notice a strange headline on the worker's newspaper before he left.
As Sam climbed in the passenger seat, he told his brother about the headline in the newspaper he saw. Another ghost killing people, what fun.
Then Dean turned on the radio.
"Now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind"
They stared at each other in silence. Dean shrugged and headed out of the parking lot, turning the radio up until the song was over. Then, of course, he put in one of his Metallica tapes.