thirty-fourth ghost faced

[srsbusinessk]

According to my device, it's only been a week since we left.

[Almost two years. Hell, a year without his soul, this mock Great Wall of China in his head, new age Armaggedon. Everything's gone to shit and back. But hey--]

So what's new? How much did you guys manage to burn down in that time?

Comments

[dude_imbatman]

Right on the job, huh Sammy? [It's said with a teasing tone though. he doesn't blame Sam. Getting back into what counts for normal in this world is a good idea.]

[srsbusinessk]

[That's the idea. Maybe if he pretends it never happened then it'll all go away. Least this'll keep him distracted, and help him keep them outta too much trouble. For a little while.]

Hey, someone's gotta keep tabs on this place, and you sure as Hell aren't gonna do it.

[dude_imbatman]

Can't take your job away. [Dean's on the pretend train too. He likes it here. It's nice.]

[srsbusinessk]

A job you gave me when you realized I had the better handwriting. Talk about job security.

[Sam does too. They'll stay on as long as possible.]

[dude_imbatman]

Hey, somebody has to do the job. Not my fault you've got chick handwriting.

[srsbusinessk]

I do not.You make it should like I dot my "i's" with hearts or something.

[dude_imbatman]

Hey, I'm still surprised you don't.

[srsbusinessk]

And I'm still surprised you passed kindergarten, so I guess that's fair.

[dude_imbatman]

Hey! Dad made me get a GED.