miss mcbotty.

the mighty dragoness did pass away recently. she was very old even for a dragon, so it was bound to happen. her niece inherited the cave, and she seems very sweet but she doesn’t really understand the traditional point of the sacrifices and has no interest in accruing further wealth so she just sort of asks for anything on her mind at the moment

a nervous girl wearing a flowy robe walks slowly along the aisle the service has made for her, a basket of golden brown beer-battered onion rings and a cup of honey dijon mustard in her outstretched arms. she sets them on the sacrificial altar and steps back as the dragon emerges from her cave and bends her nose down to sniff at them

everyone watches with bated breath as she gently picks one up and eats it. as she roars her approval, the mountain ledge explodes into cheering and applause

as everyone is leaving, she holds up a claw, and everyone falls silent again. she says it might be silly but she was going to watch a movie and if anyone wanted to come they're welcome to watch the movie and maybe play some board games with her? about half the congregation volunteers immediately

There's also the fact that they're wanted criminals, but afaik they haven't actually been convicted of anything bcs they keep escaping being arrested. Idk, I have not finished the show, maybe they get convicted of something in future seasons.

Dean: Voting??? that's gay

Sam: Its not gay Dean, its a civic duty. Look, when I was at Stanford [cut to Dean rolling his eyes and visibly losing interest in the conversation] I met so many people who were trying to save the world. Not like we are, but by doing whatever they could... It made me realize there's more to helping people than killing monsters...

Dean, patronizingly: All that stuff, happening out there- its not real, Sammy. Let the normal people fight over who wins whatever boring "election" is happening. The real threat is right here, in this haunted abandoned evil shantyhouse/mental hospital/sewer!

Sam: Bobby votes.

Dean, with suspicion and slight disgust: Bobby? You vote?

Sam: So? Are we gonna fill out this ballot or what?

Dean, now realizing that he wants to vote, but having decided that he's actually not allowed to have anything he wants and must therefore deny himself: Well maybe voting is fine for you Bobby, but not us, ok! There are some things you just can't have when you're in this life... Being a hunter- it takes and it takes.... Normal life isn't an option for people like us, Sam. We have to give up certain things: girlfriends, voting... It only makes things harder, puts us in danger! Look, I'm sorry Sammy but that's just the way it is.

Sam, pacifyingly: Ok, Dean, if that's what you think then that's what we'll do. I guess you're right.

They both get in the car and drive away angrily. Dean wonders if anyone noticed how bad he wanted to vote, considers killing himself out of shame, suppresses the thought, and turns on the radio loudly. Sam sighs and looks out the window, wishing he was 18 in time to vote in his freshman year of college, since it has now become clear he'll never vote again, yet another sacrifice made to the hunting lifestyle.