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HAH. I'm going back through my fic tag, reorganising old headers to comply with my current habits, and I just rediscovered this and felt like sharing.
“Rigor mortis should be over by now,” Sam points out flatly.
Dean shoots him a look, a combination of ‘don’t bring your science into this’ and ‘shut up, geekboy’. Dad moans in the background, shuffling awkwardly around the room. They watch as he bounces off the door frame again.
“I don’t think it’s a corpse thing, man,” says Dean. “I think he’s just-”
“No, God, don’t say it.”
“I think he’s just horny.”
“You said it.” Sam buries his face in his hands and waits patiently for the world to end, because- frankly, another apocalypse would be better than this. “I want to die.”
“Yeah, well, imagine how he feels. Can’t get much booty when you’re six feet under.”
“No, scratch that, I want to be sick.”
Dean chuckles and pats him on the back. In the background, Dad’s trying to eat the comforter. “I’ll get him a hooker or something. A blind one.” He pauses. “With no sense of smell.”
I HAVE NO IDEA.
“Rigor mortis should be over by now,” Sam points out flatly.
Dean shoots him a look, a combination of ‘don’t bring your science into this’ and ‘shut up, geekboy’. Dad moans in the background, shuffling awkwardly around the room. They watch as he bounces off the door frame again.
“I don’t think it’s a corpse thing, man,” says Dean. “I think he’s just-”
“No, God, don’t say it.”
“I think he’s just horny.”
“You said it.” Sam buries his face in his hands and waits patiently for the world to end, because- frankly, another apocalypse would be better than this. “I want to die.”
“Yeah, well, imagine how he feels. Can’t get much booty when you’re six feet under.”
“No, scratch that, I want to be sick.”
Dean chuckles and pats him on the back. In the background, Dad’s trying to eat the comforter. “I’ll get him a hooker or something. A blind one.” He pauses. “With no sense of smell.”
I HAVE NO IDEA.