Watching (the later seasons) of Supernatural on Netflix:
*clicks âSkip Recapâ button*
First 2 minutes after cold open:
[Concerned inquiry as to the otherâs Worrisome Condition]
[A sarcastic deflection, or an obviously dishonest/insincere deflection, or a pensive glare at a page or screen before abruptly changing the subject]
âAny news on the Big Bad? I mean, I talked to you at 2am which is when I finally passed out and itâs only 7am now, but since youâre wearing one of my shirts backwards, Iâm going to assume that you havenât slept, so there may have been a critical development during the three hours of nightmare-intensive sleep I was able to experience.â
âNope, in the wind. Because if I had found out something about the Big Bad, I totally wouldâve waited to tell you until you stumbled out here to ask me. âSure, people are getting pulled by a cosmic force into Satanâs butthole, but I wanted to give you a chance to piss and brush your teeth.â
âA simple ânoâ wouldâve sufficed. What about Other Concerning Thing?â
âNo sign of it/them anywhere in the five hours since we last spoke. Why anyone takes our calls or answers our emails remains a mystery, but I put some feelers out nonetheless. I mean, nothingâs happened with them, because it has literally only been five hours since I last spoke to you.â
âWell, I may have found us a case.â
âShouldnât we be focused on Big Bad or Other Concerning Thing? Not to mention your Worrisome Condition!â
âWell, we canât do anything about those so until then, we do this!â
âFINE. Whatâs the case? Quick, before you ask me how I am again.â
âSomething in Baltimore is tearing off peopleâs limbs and beating them to death with their own appendages at a haunted truck stop.â
âWell, thatâs certainly a string of words I never anticipated, even in regards to Baltimore. Whatever it is, I certainly hope thereâs a way to interpret it as an analogy for our current situation.â
*staggers in, only one eye fully able to open*
*doesnât even glance up* âYou look like fresh wombat shit.â
*gleefully cracks neck as the other cringes*
Epic suck level: Holding steady, trending upward as expected.
âYou know I subtract three from whatever bullshit number you give me, right?â
âI adjusted for that.â
*pauses at this unexpected honesty and wearily recognizes the âfound us a caseâ expression*
â[Optional: So get this] Baltimore. Haunted truck stop. Some fucking thing is ripping peopleâs arms and legs off and beating them to death with their own limbs.â
âEven for Baltimore ââ
[Nonverbal: I know, right?]
âAnyway, since your dumb ass slept in ââ
[Nonverbal: sInCe yOUr dUmb AsS slEPt iN]
â â I called first dibs.â *ticks off on fingers* âGhost possession, tulpa, dude fucked up on bath salts.â
A tulpa, really? Thatâs a waste of a bet.
Well one of us is down fifty bucks and the other one is me so
I canât believe youâre being this mean to me before coffee and I take it all back, I have NEVER liked you]