...What was that? Was that death? It sounded like death.
Dean had, of course, been trying to hide out in the hut, fighting his way around masses of... girl things all around the hut, in the way and in his stuff, oh, God, ew. Dean couldn't handle this. One second, he's fine! All by himself and going to help the hat with whatever! Then he's married. To Steph. And talk of babies, eugh.
And, you know, now... Death. Following him around every corner, in the form of a rather irritated blond in a tattered wedding dress. ...This was like some bad horror movie or something, he was pretty sure. Women in white and all that jazz. Anyway.
"Nobody's home!" Dean yelled out from the bathroom, door most decidedly locked. "Go away!" Pause. "Wife!"
Oh, HELL to the NO. He was not going to get away with this by hiding in the little girl's room!
"You are the stupidest person that has ever existed in the history of EVER," she shouted, walking right towards the door. Locks? Pah! It would take more than one measly lock to save Dean from Steph's fully justified anger.
She was a Witch, for one! She could Alohomora with the best of them. Not that it was necessary, thanks to what was quite possibly the most useful gift she'd ever received. A ring charmed to open all locks. Bless George and his slightly illegal business pursuits.
Reaching out silently, she opened the door in one swift motion, with a smile that promised very bad things for Dean's well-being.
Not that Dean didn't know about unlocking spells or any of that stuff. Maybe he was just praying she didn't know them? Or was trying to hide as long as he could manage, from said death in the wedding dress. ...It wasn't working.
Dean was halfway into tugging on his t-shirt when Steph busted in, one arm through a sleeve, the other half up over his head and... Oh, yeah, some definitely deer in the headlights going on right now. How did she... Did she have a... Oh, shit on a stick, this was the most terrifying moment in all of his life.
"Hi?," Steph thundered. "You leave me to deal with relatives, crazy baby loving chicks, confused boyfriends, ugly ass decorations, hats on crack, and ALL YOU CAN SAY IS HI?" Unacceptable! "Pull your shirt down, because I AM GOING TO SLAP YOU IN THE FACE." No, really. She was winding up, to give her new hubby a slap.
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Dean had, of course, been trying to hide out in the hut, fighting his way around masses of... girl things all around the hut, in the way and in his stuff, oh, God, ew. Dean couldn't handle this. One second, he's fine! All by himself and going to help the hat with whatever! Then he's married. To Steph. And talk of babies, eugh.
And, you know, now... Death. Following him around every corner, in the form of a rather irritated blond in a tattered wedding dress. ...This was like some bad horror movie or something, he was pretty sure. Women in white and all that jazz. Anyway.
"Nobody's home!" Dean yelled out from the bathroom, door most decidedly locked. "Go away!" Pause. "Wife!"
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"You are the stupidest person that has ever existed in the history of EVER," she shouted, walking right towards the door. Locks? Pah! It would take more than one measly lock to save Dean from Steph's fully justified anger.
She was a Witch, for one! She could Alohomora with the best of them. Not that it was necessary, thanks to what was quite possibly the most useful gift she'd ever received. A ring charmed to open all locks. Bless George and his slightly illegal business pursuits.
Reaching out silently, she opened the door in one swift motion, with a smile that promised very bad things for Dean's well-being.
"Boo."
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Dean was halfway into tugging on his t-shirt when Steph busted in, one arm through a sleeve, the other half up over his head and... Oh, yeah, some definitely deer in the headlights going on right now. How did she... Did she have a... Oh, shit on a stick, this was the most terrifying moment in all of his life.
"Hi...?"
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In the face, in case it wasn't clear.
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