Sorry, sorry, I know it's short. And that I have not posted in a long time but it has been tough. College is not a piece of cake ya know? And I have been so down in the dumps for the last month, I could barley do my work, let alone work on a new chapter. So here you go. Don't own Supernatural, don't own Exorcist, and don't own Monty Python.
Leave a review; cheer up my putrid, stinking, rotten life.
"Your mother's in here, Karras. Would you like to leave a message? I'll see that she gets it."
Two pairs of eyes watched the priest try to exorcise the demon. Only one of the boys actually understood the film because the other was a year old with wisps of blond hair. The five year old boy who held the baby propped up against his chest was watching the movie with wide green eyes.
This is what Pastor Jim found when he walked into his living room. The Winchesters had met Jim about four months ago, and already John had wrangled the hunter into babysitting duty. Odd, since the elder Winchester was so paranoid, but need outweighed the alterative of leaving two small children alone in a hotel room. Plus Jim suspected that John Winchester had snuck holy water into his drink ever time the boys were in the pastor's home.
"I do not think you boys should watch the Exorcist." Displeasure was evident in the older man's voice as he watches the girl spit up pea soup.
Dean did not even glance up from the television set. "Yes we are."
An eyebrow shot up at the little boy's attitude. Dean had seemed like such a nice boy when Jim met him first. Once the shyness had worn off though, the defiance had come out. "Would you tell your father that?"
"No." Still the boy would not look up. This was the attitude that would cause the head aches and homicidal fantasies in many a police officers. But right now, it was sort of cute.
"Right." Jim thought quickly, "You don't want your brother having nightmares do you?"
For Dean's part, it took a few minutes of thought, ". . . No, guess not."
The hunter smiled at his victory, "So let's change this channel."
Jim changed the channel to a cartoon, but this was met with a howling year old. Jim looked at the boys in awe. How the heck did Sammy know what he was watching?
"Nope." Dean chirped.
Jim frowned as he surfed through the channels looking for something the boys could watch. Old reruns of Munster's and the Adams were denied (Jim had to agree, they were insults), kids shows were met with screams, and even the last ditch soap opera was a flop.
Ready to pull his hair out, Jim sighed in aggravation. "What will you watch?!"
It was then that a crystal clear bell of laughter rang from Sammy. Both Dean and Jim looked at the television to see what had finally been good enough for Sam.
"Bring out your dead!" Clang. "Bring out your dead!"
"Monty Python, Sam?"
Sammy looked up at Pastor Jim and smiled. Aw well, Jim thought, at least the kid's happy. "You are going to be one odd child Sammy."
I was disappointed in Pastor Jim, I expected more from him in the show. REVIEW DARN YOU!!