This is all the fault of Jason Mraz
So I am back from Chicago (yaaaaaaay! It was awesome! I took too many pictures and will be forever editing them).
Me and regala_electra are having a mini Julie Benz-athon, we watched Angel from S1 Buffy (meeeeemories!) And then she totally caved into peer pressure and we watched Faith from S1 Supernatural.
Somehow, this quotable happened:
Though most of the time he just makes Sam blow into a jug whenever he needs some thinkin' music to bop around to while he makes all his important life decisions. (Who to vote for? Jeanette or Brandon...) And he yells "Boy, you never stop in the middle of a hoedown!" whenever Sam stops for breath.
In the imaginary universe wherein this happens in my head, Castiel will often sit next to Sam and comment something like: "I am told to say you are very good and the blowing you are doing. Would you like to continue your endeavors at the Pants Party I am holding later?"
And then Sam stops and looks at him funny. "Pants party?"
Castiel nods and then touches his ear, which clearly has some kind of remote transmitter in it. "What? Oh, oh I misspoke. It is a party within my pants that you have been invited to." But Sam still doesn't really get what he's saying until Dean comes stomping into the room waving a walkie-talkie and shouting:
"That's not what I said! I told you to tell him there was a party IN your pants and that he was invited!! GOD!"
Sam turns red and goes back to his jug while Castiel just crooks his head to one side and asks Dean if he should prepare any hors d'oeuvres for the Pants Party and if what he's wearing is appropriate for the occasion. Dean just slams his head against the wall in tune with the jug music.
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE ARE ALLOWED TO HAVE NICE THINGS.
Me and regala_electra are having a mini Julie Benz-athon, we watched Angel from S1 Buffy (meeeeemories!) And then she totally caved into peer pressure and we watched Faith from S1 Supernatural.
Somehow, this quotable happened:
- "Wouldn't it be funny if Chad Michael Murray had a Twitter?"
"I don't think he can... read."
Though most of the time he just makes Sam blow into a jug whenever he needs some thinkin' music to bop around to while he makes all his important life decisions. (Who to vote for? Jeanette or Brandon...) And he yells "Boy, you never stop in the middle of a hoedown!" whenever Sam stops for breath.
In the imaginary universe wherein this happens in my head, Castiel will often sit next to Sam and comment something like: "I am told to say you are very good and the blowing you are doing. Would you like to continue your endeavors at the Pants Party I am holding later?"
And then Sam stops and looks at him funny. "Pants party?"
Castiel nods and then touches his ear, which clearly has some kind of remote transmitter in it. "What? Oh, oh I misspoke. It is a party within my pants that you have been invited to." But Sam still doesn't really get what he's saying until Dean comes stomping into the room waving a walkie-talkie and shouting:
"That's not what I said! I told you to tell him there was a party IN your pants and that he was invited!! GOD!"
Sam turns red and goes back to his jug while Castiel just crooks his head to one side and asks Dean if he should prepare any hors d'oeuvres for the Pants Party and if what he's wearing is appropriate for the occasion. Dean just slams his head against the wall in tune with the jug music.
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE ARE ALLOWED TO HAVE NICE THINGS.