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Sacred Lunch
Dean: O-kay! But . . . I'm hungry. So I'll go get us some pizzas, and we can talk about it while we –
Sam: I'm not hungry.
Dean: – while I eat.
Sam: Great! While you're gone I'll have time to dick around on the Internet researching this strange affliction.
Dean: All right, see ya.
Sam (already has eyes glued to his laptop monitor): Yep.
Later –
Dean (stuffing half a pizza in his mouth): Tho, did-ju fine' anyfin' inderes-ding?
Sam: Well. I couldn't find much lore on wallowing holes. But, when I googled "soul-sickness," I found something very interesting. This. (Swivels laptop to show Dean.)
Dean: Wow – that'th fow weal?!
Sam: Yeah. And not only does the lore reveal that souls can get sick just like bodies do, but also that when something physical goes missing from your life, there's always a corresponding spiritual loss in your soul. Your soul alters itself to reflect your physical form.
Dean: That'th geniuth. Tho if we fine' what'th mithing from your life, we'll fine' what'th mithing from your thoul?! Truwy amaything!
Sam (grabbing jacket and scythe): Let's go.
Dean (swallows): Wait. Are you sure you need that thing? (Nods to the scythe.) We're not planning on killing anything.
Sam: Er . . . oh yeah. I got confused from when you said beheading something might help. (Tosses it on bed. Affectionately, to scythe:) I'll deal with you later.
Dean (to scythe): Don't touch my pizza.