DISCLAIMER: Still own nothing

AUTHORS NOTE: Deadpools POV, bold is white box, italic is yellow box, regular is Deadpools regular thoughts(makes more sense if you read the comics or play the video game). Underlined is me now. YAY! Please Follow/favorite/review. It will make the next chapter come faster, trust me. especially reviewing.

Really. We just abandon that car. There are still people inside. So? We killed so many people before! He's right you know. That doesn't mean his morals are right. Ug! Fine. I'll read that fanfiction. Sam, Dean, Blah blah blah. SKIP TO OUR PART! Okay, okay. There's us! See. I told you our accent was terrible. Ya ya, whatever. See! 'I took the wheel and pulled over Dean's precious car.' Good enuff! I think Dean is trying to talk to us. "What the hell is going on?" Dean angrily said. "Sam and Cas could be dead again for all I know!"

Hey. We should hand cuff ourselves together! That's stupid. Stupid enough for me. "What the hell! Hand cuffs?! Is this some kind of joke to you? Bodies are dropping as we speak!"

"At least we're in a strip club." I very smartly said. Ignoring the fact he said venom is killing people. Aw f #k! I still need to kill venom for spidey! Spidey is soooooo kawai! I KNOW RIGHT! UP HIGH! We're in your head you moron. Oh ya.

Sometime later, Sammykins is still being totes jelly of us being next to his love! I Believe they're brothers. Anyway, because he's so jelly he hasn't even found us yet. We did go hide in a corner. "Hey Dean. Hey Dean. Hey Dean. Hey Dean. Hey Dean! Hey Dean! Hey Deanykins!"

"What?" Deany sayed. He sounds annoyed. PERFECT!

"I just wanted to say I love yyyooooooouu! Not as much as Wolvie, but how can you compete against his hairy nipps?"

"This is by far the worse time I've spent in a strip club" Dean said. HAHAHAHAHA! DEAN IS SOOOO FUNNY! HHHAAAAAAAAAAA!

"DEAN!" Sam yelled, barely hearable over the strip club music.

"SAM!" Dean yelled back.

"What? I thought this was love, Dean. LOVE! Y-you d-don't love m-me…WWWAAAAAAAA" That's when we started fake crying. Even though the crying was fake, doesn't mean the pain was fake. But the pain is fake. And your point is? Let's just eavesdrop on them.

"You and Deadpool are handcuffed?" -Sam

"He hand cuffed us, he's starting to make strip clubs painful." –Dean

"Well that's a f &king miracle." –Sam

"This place reminds me of the pizza man and the babysitter." –Castiel

Wait… wasn't that a porn we watched once? I've counted twenty-three porn movies that have that same 'plot'.

"You watch porn? I thought you were the goody two shoes of the group!" I said

"Dean made me turn it off…" the porn watcher said looking down in sadness. I know his pain. I hate you Blind Al!

"Let's go" Dean said, he started walking out with porn watcher and moose face. Wasn't he in hand cuffs? How did he escape? I bet Pyromoosepoop (the author of this fanfic, you dumb sheep) knows how he escaped.

"Hhheeeeeeeeeeey madam moosepoop, love the name by the way, can you tell me how Dean es-kape-ay?"

No.

"come oooooonn… PPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEE! Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please."

Fine. I don't want to write 'please' any more. Dean's a skilled hunter, he has a lock pick…. Duh.

Cool. Can we bug him again? Lets follow them and only intrude after they get to New York City. I like how I think. LET'S GO! YYYAAAAYYYY!