117: Hell House

[tahirire]

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[tahirire]

Dean: "Aww, what's the matter Sammy - afraid you're gonna get a little Nair in your shampoo again?"

[tahirire]

Dean: "I hate to agree with authority figures of any kind, but ... the cops might be right about this one."

In the Usual Way, 1/2

[themonkeytwin]

It begins in the usual way, somewhere between ten and twelve years ago. She’s a young, bright, tough officer transfered to Sioux Falls; he’s a worn-down, used-up, guilt-ridden crotchety widower accustomed to making a periodic drunken nuisance of himself on the town

In the Usual Way, 2/3

[themonkeytwin]

“Hi, uh, Jodie.... No, no, everything’s fine. There’s nothing wrong. I just ... uh, look, I know you’re kind of mad at me for what I asked you to do. And I don’t blame you. And I owe you, big time. But you got no idea what.... Well, anyhow. Are you free? I got a special bottle of scotch here wanting a celebration that’s long overdue, but I’m kind of on my own, and ... well, I guess what I’m asking is you come celebrate with me. Bring any Vandross album you want. I ... look, I know this is kind of weird, but ... you know what, nevermi- Yeah? Really? Uh, thanks. See you soon, then

In the Usual Way, 3/3

[themonkeytwin]

Which is how, a year after selling his soul and dying in the apocalypse, Bobby Singer finds himself his own man on his own two feet with a beautiful woman enticing his arms around her. And when he objects that she’s young enough to be his niece, she laughs and puts her head on his shoulder, and when he worries about what their town will think, she smiles and twines fingers into his hair, and when he tells her he’s nothing but a worn-down, used-up, guilt-ridden, crotchety old widower, she looks up and tells him to kiss her.

And so, in the usual style, they fall in love.

[A/N: because of Blacklid. Blame Blacklid.]

[tahirire]

Ed: "We know who you guys are, too."
Sam: "Oh yeah?"
Ed: "Amateurs."

[tahirire]

Ed: "I'm sorry - that pot we smoked gave me the giggles."

[tahirire]

Dean: "Hey Sam, I dare you to take a swig of this."
Sam: "The hell would I do that for?"
Dean: "I double-dare you."