In honour of the SPN episode I will only be seeing tomorrow

Dedicated to Sera Gamble's unbelievably annoying anviliciousness -

It was the darkest day of the year, and the sky was overcast. A red sun rose, and blood has been spilled. Thus, the Winchesters were having a heart to heart conversation with one doubting angel (albeit with awesome hair) in a lonely motel room, somewhere in the heart of America.

"Oh, my destiny", sighed Sam.

"Oh, Hell", sighed Dean.

"Oh, John McCain", sighed Castiel.

"Wait, what?" said Sam.

"You know. He lost!" replied Castiel tearfully. "Obama as president? Who will want to bring evil upon us then?"

Dean blinked. "...um, I know this demon. White eyes, threw me in Hell, tries to bring Lucifer back?"

"Your plebian issues mean nothing to my inherent Republican heart. After all, is Lilith a maverick? Nooooo. She's trying to bring forth a plan in existence since the dawn of time," Castiel flapped his hands disdainfully.

"Wow, you're kinda gay," said Sam.


The End


(Also, everyone should read chash's 'Your Brains Are No Match For My Tractorbeam', because it's 17,000 words of J2!AU NERDGASM. AAAAAAAAAH THE LOVE I HAVE FOR THIS FIC. :D)

In honour of the SPN episode I will only be seeing tomorrow

Dedicated to Sera Gamble's unbelievably annoying anviliciousness -

It was the darkest day of the year, and the sky was overcast. A red sun rose, and blood has been spilled. Thus, the Winchesters were having a heart to heart conversation with one doubting angel (albeit with awesome hair) in a lonely motel room, somewhere in the heart of America.

"Oh, my destiny", sighed Sam.

"Oh, Hell", sighed Dean.

"Oh, John McCain", sighed Castiel.

"Wait, what?" said Sam.

"You know. He lost!" replied Castiel tearfully. "Obama as president? Who will want to bring evil upon us then?"

Dean blinked. "...um, I know this demon. White eyes, threw me in Hell, tries to bring Lucifer back?"

"Your plebian issues mean nothing to my inherent Republican heart. After all, is Lilith a maverick? Nooooo. She's trying to bring forth a plan in existence since the dawn of time," Castiel flapped his hands disdainfully.

"Wow, you're kinda gay," said Sam.


The End


(Also, everyone should read chash's 'Your Brains Are No Match For My Tractorbeam', because it's 17,000 words of J2!AU NERDGASM. AAAAAAAAAH THE LOVE I HAVE FOR THIS FIC. :D)