Oᴜᴛ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴғɪᴇʟᴅs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅs ɢᴏᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ

[righteously]

Who: Dean & Sam Winchester.
When: Early December.
Where: Cadens; Winchester-Harvelle House → The Horizon.
What: An exercise in guided meditation.
Warnings: probably nonsense.

Oᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ sᴇᴀᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's '67 Cʜᴇᴠʏ

Comments

[righteously]

( He opens his mouth; single white female vibes. His mouth snaps closed again immediately, and he levels Sam with a deeply unimpressed bitch I will stone cold stun you glare. Anti-environment. Smoky the bear. You gotta be kidding him, who decides what people do and don't remember in this stupid first Matrixing anyhow? How is it people can forget their own family, but Al Gore's stance on global warming is totally fair game?

Sam's right, though. Smoky would totally give the disappointed dad head shake. He chooses not to think about that, it hurts on a fundamental level.

And besides: he's been tee'd up for a stupid joke. )

She didn't start the fire. It was always burning- ( A stupid grin cracks up the side of his mouth; you get it? It falters after a beat of no recognition, so he tries another line: ) Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray...?

( Billy Joel? Did you get to keep Billy Joel at least, Sam?? )

[kalesalad]

( Sam's flannel twin follows close behind. )

Why are you quoting We Didn't Start the - ( he stops on the second step, the reason dawning. ) Got it. Thank you for the trip through the sixties, Flannel Guy, but I've never really been a Billy Joel fan.

( he prefers his bands alternative, emo, and rock. he grabs the door handle, opening it, because he knows inherently it will open, and turns to his - is this guy a friend? )

You couldn't make a Great Big Balls of Fire joke or Fire on the Water? I think there were lower hanging fruit there.

( not to mention, literally just the song "Fire," and on cue, the stereo sytem inside cues up "Fire" by Bruce Springsteen.

Sam stands in the living room, gesturing. )

See, the ghost stereo gets it.