SPN TIEMS
HI CAS.
Sam doesn't sleep and has no emotions. A little angelic, y/n?
'Kay, so. Who thinks someone managed to buy Sam's soul somehow? Maybe that's how he got topside? (Balthazar, if you have it Cas will be so. Cross. ...Crosser.)
Left in Hell, eh? That's a pickle.
"Cas, clean him up." Dude, not even a please?
Ahaha, is Cas gonna meet the Campbells? Fun times.
CHRYSLER BUILDING. Oh, Cas, pick a more phallic point of comparison.
"You, saying you don't trust family." Dur, Sammy, stranger family is still strangers.
Oh Christian, don't try to out-alpha Dean. He's made a career of macho douchery.
Ew, bad CGI blood and headless dummies corpses.
"Catching things, taking 'em somewhere." Heh.
SAM. BE A MAN. DO THE RIGHT THING.
"Lock the place down with vamp repellent." And smear it with forensic evidence of dead human? V. smart, yes.
Hey, it's Simon! ...Whose nasty fingernails are totally going to scrape through those straps. (Srsly, how many cylons have we had on SPN now? I can't think of 4, off the top of my head.)
One might... ask a reaper about Purgatory. Or perhaps an angel.
Aaaaand one loose vampDaddy. Yep.
Crowley! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat. You magnificent bastard.
Awwwww! Boys! Not entirely FUBAR for a moment! Gives you the warm fuzzies, it does.