Friday, June 8, 2007

HAHAHA

HAHAHAHAHA

A huge grassy hand comes pounding through the door. If he gets killed by fucking grass, Dean’s going to be so pissed. As the thing smashes the rest of the door, like a child knocking over a tower of building blocks, Dean really wishes he’d bought that weed killer, at least so he’d have something more macho to fight to the death with than some Glade air freshener, which he sprays anyway, because Dean Winchester goes down fighting.

The thing crumples into a pile, some blades of grass spiraling gracefully away over the marble sink and toilet while the rest fall ingloriously into a heap at his feet.

“Dude,” Dean says, and looks at the air freshener in disbelief.

“Dean! Dean, did it work?” Sam yells, skidding into the foyer. Dean can see him at the end of the hall, breathing hard with Dean’s lighter still clenched in his fits.“Yeah. Yeah, it worked.” He looks back at the air freshener, a little disappointed, to be honest.

HAHAHAHA SO SAM BURNT THIS AMULET THING CONTROLLING THAT GRASS MOTHERFUCKER, BUT DEAN THOUGHT... DEAN THOUGHT... -dies of laughter before she can continue-

xoxo
Bex (obviously)

Posted by Rebecca @ 8:16 PM