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Summary: It's just a day in the life.

A Day in the Life of Dean and Sam Winchester

"Has there been anything weird going on?"

"Weird? Like how?"

"Cold spots, odd smells, things moving around . . ." He paused. "Have you, by any chance, found some sulfur anywhere?"

"Well, now that you mention it, there was an . . . interesting . . . *cough* . . . aroma emanating from the bathroom, but we called a plumber and fixed it right up." She looked at him expectantly.

Dean "Son of a Bitch" Winchester sighed and gave her his card before taking his leave. His brother walked with him at his side.

Sam "Jerk" Winchester glanced up as someone suddenly shouted, "You there!"

A petite old lady with white curly hair waddled over to them, fixing the boys with a gimlet stare. "You're the FBI?"

Dean gave her a charming smile. "Yes, ma'am."

"Have you found my cat yet?" she asked.

"Your cat, ma'am?"

"Well, that's why you're here isn't it?" She frowned fiercely. "To find my cat? Muffy's disappearance is the reason I called you people."

Dean's eyebrows rose. "You called the FBI to find your cat?"

"Yes. An Agent Henrickson answered the phone. He was very rude. He yelled something about being on the trail of two murderers. He said he didn't have time for my poor Muffy." She sniffed. "I gave him a right talking-to for that. Young people these days are so impatient."

Dean was having trouble stifling a laugh as the old woman continued, "Completely unlike my husband, of course. He had all the time in the world for me." She sighed wistfully. "Until he didn't."

Dean shifted uncomfortably. Suddenly the formidable dragoness looked very frail. She peered up at them with hopeful blue eyes. "I don't suppose you nice boys would like to come in for a treat? I made an apple pie for my daughter and grandchildren, but they canceled at the last minute. Nobody seems to have any time to just sit down and talk anymore."

Sam nudged Dean with his elbow. He sighed and followed the woman, whose expression had brightened and she began chatting away happily as she lead them into her home filled with the smell of freshly baked pie.

What the hell, he thought, it was pie. Apple, no less.

"Um, ma'am? Is that your cat?" Sam asked, standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

There was a delighted cry of, "Muffy!"

Muffy glanced up disinterestedly. "Mow."

A Day in the Life of Adam Milligan

"C'mon, let me out. I can give you anything your heart desires."

"No." Adam didn't look up from his Solitaire.

The demon in the Devil's Trap continued, "Women? I can get you that. Money? You want money? I can get you that, too. Oh! Your mom! I could bring your mom back to life!"

Adam glanced up. "My mom's still alive," he lied.

"Oh." The demon paused. "Must've been some other guy. How about a cool car, then? Or hair? You look like the kind of man who'd go bald early in life."

Adam rolled his eyes and proceeded to ignore him. He hoped Sam and Dean would get home soon. He wasn't sure how much longer he could take this stupidity.

A Day in the Life of Crowley

"I don't care if the cake was a lie!" Crowley violently ended the call in the middle of his minion's reply. He buried his face in his hands and just breathed for a while, standing in the calming living room of Bobby's house.

Adam Millligan wandered in, a glass of orange juice in his hand. "What's going on?"

"Demons," Crowley groaned. "Their stupidity knows no bounds."

Adam gave him a sympathetic look. "Tell me about it."

Up next: Sam's days in the cage weren't at all what Dean thought they were.

Weird Randomness!

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Soon, Muffy thought. Soon, the world shall be mine!

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