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Okay, so Dean Winchester and I were in Barnes & Nobles. Don't ask me why but we were walking around.
Dean said, "I don't even like reading."
I took GREAT OFFENSE RAWR and I whipped around then bitchslapped him in the face. He then went flying across the store into a bookshelf.
I don't know what the hell my subconscious is trying to tell me but apparently I'm SO BADASS that I can BEAT UP DEAN MOTHERFUCKING WINCHESTER.
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This reminds me of another SPN!Dream I had where I wasn't included. It was John, eight year old Dean and four year old Sam on a hunt for a ghost in an abandoned house. Why was he taking his eight and four year old sons on a hunt? I. DON'T. KNOW.
Anyway John decided to sit on the couch and watch TV (if this house is abandoned, I'm not sure why its furnished with a working television, but whatever) and told his young, inexperienced sons to go into the basement and get rid of the ghost themselves. WTF, JOHN, I SPEND ALL THIS TIME DEFENDING YOU AND YOU DO THIS SHIT?
The two boys, with great trepidation, go down into the basement and not three minutes later came back up screaming that they have to leave.
Then, and I swear to God he said this, John goes, "SHHHH, MY FAVORITE COMMERCIAL IS ON."
Understandably the boys are confused as hell. Then, inexplicably, two cops come in and grab the boys saying that John is an unfit father. At this point I'm not disagreeing.
Five minutes later John finally notices they are gone and goes, "HEY!" and is all D:< faced.
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I conclude that I am crazy.