Hitchhikers
“Dean no!”
“What the hell Sammy?” Dean let the gun drop as he realized it was just an illusion.
“Sorry, I forgot to warn you.” Sam coughed into his hand to hide his laugh. “Um, jumpy much?”
“Don’t start. It’s been a weird day.”
“I can see that. Tell you what, let the happy hitchhikers go and I’ll buy an ice cream stick with ears.”
“Alright.” Dean said happily looking back into the ride. “I like this one Sammy.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. Let’s go again. But I don’t know which one to bring.”
“Which what?”
He smiled. “Which death certificate.”
On to
Kinky