How the Winchesters got their groove back: the commentfic meme you totally knew you wanted
BECAUSE SAM AND DEAN STILL LOVE EACH OTHER (OR ARE INTELLECTUALLY FOND OF EACH OTHER, SAM WINCHESTER I’M LOOKIN AT YOU) AND I STILL LOVE THEM.
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From: The Cursed Lawyers’ Association, Hell
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Winchester,
We would like to bring to you attention the unacceptable behavior of your youngest son, Samuel Winchester. As you may know, Mr. Winchester has never been a student of an accredited school of law anywhere in the world, nor has he passed bar examination. Nevertheless, Mr. Winchester has been supplying legal advice to the souls of the damned in regards to their rights as the tortured.
We appeal to you in the hopes that you may influence Mr. Winchester’s behavior and prevent him from further interference in the Association’s business.
We also request that you have a conversation with your eldest son, Dean Winchester, about cessation of physical violence towards the members of the Association. We have the misfortune of being shaped like Elvis Presley bobble-head dolls and fail to see the hilarity of being repeatedly hit over the heads.
Signed,
Dicken, Flicken and Flegel, honorary members of the Cursed Lawyers’ Association, Hell
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If John Winchester ever hears that both his sons’ souls got pulled to Hell, it will make him sad. But he will know they stayed inseparable and will see them hiking up an obsidian mountain over a fiery lake, a roll of human skin parchment clasped in Dean’s hand, and the sight will make him proud.
If Mary Winchester ever hears what sort of sins condemned her sons’ souls to Hell… Well, she’ll still find an excuse for them because they’re good boys. Mainly, it was good intentions anyway.
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In the deepest cave of Hell, two souls sleep curled together. Sam dreams that he is walking out of Hell and slipping back into his body, and then his brother says, “Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” He is an annoying jerk like that. But it’s not a banana - it’s a toy train. In his dream, Sam touches the rest of his brother’s soul and feels it pulsate to the beat of Back in Black in his palm. He wakes up.
Of course Hell would be illuminated with disco lights. Really, he should have known. Sam winces at the flickering lights and the screams of the tortured souls.
“Oh my god,” mumbles Dean in his sleep. “They killed Kenny. Again.”
Sam rolls over and stares at the cave’s low ceiling, his side pressed against Dean’s intact left side. He can feel the map in Dean’s pocket. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but they’re getting out.
“You bastards,” he says, smiling.
Dean snickers without waking up.
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THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME.
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Oh yeah. /dead Locomotives and dragons and the starving king and Sam falling in the water and don't make me smack you 17.25 and the note to John and Mary and just. You are total win. *bookmarks*
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It's so refreshing. They're together and not angsting.
Gosh, I love their souls))
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