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7.04
"Defending Your Life"
[And this is where I bring up the whole 'Trust me, I know' thing from last week. Just what have you been up to, Deano when Sammy's not around?]
Killer car! Oh show, you do love your psychotic automobiles.
Dude. That is seriously fucked up.
IMPALA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sam pressing down on his hand. Oh writers, you realise you've given fic writers so much fodder with that one wound.
D: Feels wonky.
Soooooooo, whatcha gonna do when Sam finds out you didn't let Amy go...
S: ...some kind of ghost?
D: With a license?
D: AA gives me the jeebs
Oh hey, I think I've seen that chick in something before. Er I think.
Yeah, so I knew this was gonna end in a graveyard. She was the kid he hit drunk-driving - or more precisely, drunk-backing.
Been forever since we've had a salt&burn...
DOG!! Of course the question now is, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO THAT DOG?!?
[just saying - that Halloween Snickers commercial is absolutely terrifying.]
Aw, Dean looks exhausted. But look at how quick he pops up when he hears something hinky.
*snarls* Oh honey, you have no idea how much I agree with you.
D: Tell it to ghost dog
Red dirt. Apples. Whahahahahahahaha.Let's say it with em now 'Hope your apple pie was freakin worth it!' And is there any surprise at all Dean doesn't eat apples? I sure as hell wouldn't.
Way to give the Winchesters their first legit heart attacks.
So who else thinks this guy [eta: Warren?] is this season's George?
D: And they just put you on trial?
D: ...I'm havin a hard time not siding with the ghosts on this one?
D: I'm gonna go check the bar.
S: To work or drink?
D: I haven't decided.
OH DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN
Warren(?): It's red, it stands out. [SPN logic, people. SPN logic.]
And oh hell yeah, we get a salt circle!
Again, DEEEEEN *clings*
Bartender: ...I'm like a captive shrink with unlimited alcohol....
YOU TOLD HER YOUR NAME. WTF.
D: The more I drink, the better I tip.
Bartender: Yeah, well I'm off in an hour. Don't pass out on me.
DEAN DAMNIT.
Mmmmmmm, I do love the fact we're going Egyptian. Osiris is a favorite.
B: You know what this means.
S: Yeah, we gotta find him fast before he goes underground again.
B: No ya idjit, it means you two gotta get the hell out of there...
OH MY GOD IS HE LEGIT PSYCHING HIMSELF UP 'You're Dean Winchester, this is what you do'
"Defending Your Life"
[And this is where I bring up the whole 'Trust me, I know' thing from last week. Just what have you been up to, Deano when Sammy's not around?]
Killer car! Oh show, you do love your psychotic automobiles.
Dude. That is seriously fucked up.
IMPALA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sam pressing down on his hand. Oh writers, you realise you've given fic writers so much fodder with that one wound.
D: Feels wonky.
Soooooooo, whatcha gonna do when Sam finds out you didn't let Amy go...
S: ...some kind of ghost?
D: With a license?
D: AA gives me the jeebs
Oh hey, I think I've seen that chick in something before. Er I think.
Yeah, so I knew this was gonna end in a graveyard. She was the kid he hit drunk-driving - or more precisely, drunk-backing.
Been forever since we've had a salt&burn...
DOG!! Of course the question now is, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO THAT DOG?!?
[just saying - that Halloween Snickers commercial is absolutely terrifying.]
Aw, Dean looks exhausted. But look at how quick he pops up when he hears something hinky.
*snarls* Oh honey, you have no idea how much I agree with you.
D: Tell it to ghost dog
Red dirt. Apples. Whahahahahahahaha.Let's say it with em now 'Hope your apple pie was freakin worth it!' And is there any surprise at all Dean doesn't eat apples? I sure as hell wouldn't.
Way to give the Winchesters their first legit heart attacks.
So who else thinks this guy [eta: Warren?] is this season's George?
D: And they just put you on trial?
D: ...I'm havin a hard time not siding with the ghosts on this one?
D: I'm gonna go check the bar.
S: To work or drink?
D: I haven't decided.
OH DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN
Warren(?): It's red, it stands out. [SPN logic, people. SPN logic.]
And oh hell yeah, we get a salt circle!
Again, DEEEEEN *clings*
Bartender: ...I'm like a captive shrink with unlimited alcohol....
YOU TOLD HER YOUR NAME. WTF.
D: The more I drink, the better I tip.
Bartender: Yeah, well I'm off in an hour. Don't pass out on me.
DEAN DAMNIT.
Mmmmmmm, I do love the fact we're going Egyptian. Osiris is a favorite.
B: You know what this means.
S: Yeah, we gotta find him fast before he goes underground again.
B: No ya idjit, it means you two gotta get the hell out of there...
OH MY GOD IS HE LEGIT PSYCHING HIMSELF UP 'You're Dean Winchester, this is what you do'