Wheeee! Oh, this is brilliant. Funny and vivid -- you have a way with details.
He feels like Godzilla, like Kong, slushy puddles like ankle-deep oceans, grappling hooks pulling on his shoulders and neck. He exaggerates his stride, lumbers with more sway and lets out a low moan that ends in a grumble.
Wonderful image. I love how put out he is yet so made of love too.
on the one hand, ew. (is it wrong that i feel bad for the car? i imagine she stinks to high heaven now.) on the other hand, SO SO CUTE. ^_^ sammy's cheerful disgustingness especially, and the way both boys hang off dad because the parking lot is too gross for them. heee.
Cute fic! I like that we don't know exactly what happened, but we know just enough to share John's horror. *g* I think my favorite image is at the end, when both boys are hanging off John as he heads inside. Too funny!
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It's cold out, and with the wind chill factor exponentially so, but John's still driving with his head out the goddamn window like a dog.
*g*
John holds his breath until his ears start ringing, then sticks his head out the window again.
Poor John!
"Ewww," he says.
John blinks. "You're kidding me, right?" he says, beyond reprimand or argument at this stage, far into damp and cold-toed bewilderment. "What, the consistency of it not thick enough for you?"
LOL! I so love that Sam has standards.
and John realises at that moment that Sammy - or, more likely, Dean - has used the nameless brown goop to style Sammy's hair much like that of an Oompa-Loompa's.
Too funny! I can totally picture this, and it amuses me greatly.
This was hilarious! I'm sitting at work trying to stifle my laughter (because, after all, I'm supposed to be...um, working) and also trying not to choke. Beautifully done - thank you for sharing!
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He feels like Godzilla, like Kong, slushy puddles like ankle-deep oceans, grappling hooks pulling on his shoulders and neck. He exaggerates his stride, lumbers with more sway and lets out a low moan that ends in a grumble.
Wonderful image. I love how put out he is yet so made of love too.
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Favorite lines:
It's cold out, and with the wind chill factor exponentially so, but John's still driving with his head out the goddamn window like a dog.
*g*
John holds his breath until his ears start ringing, then sticks his head out the window again.
Poor John!
"Ewww," he says.
John blinks. "You're kidding me, right?" he says, beyond reprimand or argument at this stage, far into damp and cold-toed bewilderment. "What, the consistency of it not thick enough for you?"
LOL! I so love that Sam has standards.
and John realises at that moment that Sammy - or, more likely, Dean - has used the nameless brown goop to style Sammy's hair much like that of an Oompa-Loompa's.
Too funny! I can totally picture this, and it amuses me greatly.
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Thank you!!
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