The Impala skidded of the road and slammed into a tree.
"DAMMIT CROWLEY, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU." Sam shouted.
"WE WOULDN'T HAVE THIS PROBLEM IF YOU LET ME LOVE YOU." Crowley screamed back.
Sam was #sodone with this situation. He glanced to the back seat. Cas and Dean were preparing to 'fuq.'
"NOT IN THE IMPALA." Sam screamed.
"YES IN THE IMPALA. YOUR LORD AND SAVIOUR JESUS MCBEETUS COMMANDS SO." Screamed the pie.
Sam felt faint. He didn't understand...He could hear the pie? Then it dawned on him. Sam was slowly being sucked into this world of ultimate retard and he couldn't fight it. So he decided to embrace it.
"I SHALL RISE! AND WHEN I DO I WILL FOREVER BE KNOWN AS RETARDUS MAXIMUS, AND YOU, MY DEAR BRITISH ANGEL OF HELL, WILL BE MY BRIDE!"
"Omg Moose, wait let me tweet this."
Crowley's tweet: My bae senormoose just proposed omg I'm so hyped rn #bae #moosey #ilovemyhoe #imhismainbitch #justcrashedhiscar #lol #gayangelinthebackseat
#iwantthefuq #letthegaybegin
Meanwhile, Dean and Cas were getting it on in the back seat. Heat and passion filled the car, steam dripping down the windows, Cas screamed out. "I'M ARRIVING DEAN!"
Cas arrived.
"CAS, NO! I CAN FEEL YOUR SPAWN GROWING INSIDE MY POSTERIOR DIMENSIONS!"
"Omg wait lemme tweet this."
Cas' tweet: wot shud i do bae got preg is it even mine doe
#shouldveusedprotection #gotbaepreggers #bae #illstickbyyou #iarrivedwithoutprotection
#anal
To be continued