AN: I lost my mojo for awhile there. Like, really lost it. Just gone. I'm really sorry about that. However, to be fair, no one told me whether they wanted an unbelievable amount of angst or utter and unadulterated crack. I was torn.
I didn't know whether you'd enjoy the angst, so here. Utter and unadulterated crack. I hope you like it. It sure was fun writing it.
Summary: "Sometimes I see Lucifer when I friggin' brush my teeth."
"Have you flossed yet? You haven't, have you," the Devil accused. "Well, what are you waiting for? You know how important oral hygiene is. Are you just going to waste all those years of toothpastes on a lack of dental floss? Don't do that, it's despicable. Ugh. Where's your mouthwash? No, don't just walk away. No. Sam, mouthwash. Now."
"Why are you doing this?" Sam cried. "Is this some kind of sick joke to you?"
Lucifer gave him an incredulous look. "Are you kidding me? What's funny about oral hygiene?"
Right now? Absolutely nothing.
Next up: The Prince of Hell, Lord of Purgatory and Knight of Heaven meet up for coffee.
Weird Randomness!
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"Uh, Sam? Aren't you taking this a bit far? You've used up two whole bottles of toothpaste in two weeks. Which should be impossible. Sam? Why're you crying? Sam?"
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