It's Coz I Suck!
Dear flisties and Dean Winchester,
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Sam: Are you okay, Dean? You've been extra broody
for days.
Dean: I'm fine, dude.
Sam: C'mon, man. Is it purgatory? Hell? Cas? Bobby?
Dad? Lisa and Ben? Is it that high fructose corn syrup
thing? It is coz our lives suck coz our lives truly SUCK!
Oh God, Dean! IS IT MY HAIR!?
Dean: No, it's not your hair you big girl! It's fangurl
kimmer1227. She never calls. She never writes.
Dean: She used to talk on and on about me. She
loved my angsty ass! She even liked you!
Dean: Now... I don't know....
Dean: I don't think she even likes me anymore.
Dean: Maybe it's that Raylan guy. How'd
we lose the magic, Sam?
Sam: I don't know, Dean. You know how much Kimmer
loves you! She practically worships the ground you
walk on! Maybe her family's been extra batshit. Or
her job has finally driven her over the edge. She
may need you now more than ever!
Dean: Yeah. I suppose you're right. I should call
her.
Dean: Hi, Kimmer... Ummm..... What up?
Kimmer: I suck!
Dean: Does that mean you still love me?
Kimmer: Beyond hope. Told you I suck.
Dean: What the hell, Kimmer! You can't pick up a
keyboard! Me and Sammy need you! What about your
flist! Dude! You suck!
Kimmer: I'll try to do better! I promise!
Dean: You'd better!
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Dean: She still loves me.
I'm sorry, Dean. You too, Sammy. Sorry, flisties. I think about you lots and lots, but my thoughts never make it to action. I'ma do better. I'm still here. Are you still there? Don't blame you if you aren't...
*heavy sigh*
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Sam: Are you okay, Dean? You've been extra broody
for days.
Dean: I'm fine, dude.
Sam: C'mon, man. Is it purgatory? Hell? Cas? Bobby?
Dad? Lisa and Ben? Is it that high fructose corn syrup
thing? It is coz our lives suck coz our lives truly SUCK!
Oh God, Dean! IS IT MY HAIR!?
Dean: No, it's not your hair you big girl! It's fangurl
kimmer1227. She never calls. She never writes.
Dean: She used to talk on and on about me. She
loved my angsty ass! She even liked you!
Dean: Now... I don't know....
Dean: I don't think she even likes me anymore.
Dean: Maybe it's that Raylan guy. How'd
we lose the magic, Sam?
Sam: I don't know, Dean. You know how much Kimmer
loves you! She practically worships the ground you
walk on! Maybe her family's been extra batshit. Or
her job has finally driven her over the edge. She
may need you now more than ever!
Dean: Yeah. I suppose you're right. I should call
her.
Dean: Hi, Kimmer... Ummm..... What up?
Kimmer: I suck!
Dean: Does that mean you still love me?
Kimmer: Beyond hope. Told you I suck.
Dean: What the hell, Kimmer! You can't pick up a
keyboard! Me and Sammy need you! What about your
flist! Dude! You suck!
Kimmer: I'll try to do better! I promise!
Dean: You'd better!
.....
Dean: She still loves me.
I'm sorry, Dean. You too, Sammy. Sorry, flisties. I think about you lots and lots, but my thoughts never make it to action. I'ma do better. I'm still here. Are you still there? Don't blame you if you aren't...
*heavy sigh*