I'd rather die

Promoting my writing when all I write is, well, I suppose you could describe it as "obscene and horrific filth" is very difficult. Like what do I say? Hey! Do you like violence? Do you like incest? Then you'll love what I've got over at EtieneLeighton.tumblr.com

I had a dream about supernatural, as one does when it's had such an impact on your life, first part of it there were 3 ladies in the bunker and one of them was a siren, and the bunker had this gigantic opulent theater and there was some old guy in there, and a fire place that has a false back to it where 3 dudes came out of it and then beat up this old guy and then went back behind the fireplace, then the next part of it was teenage Sam and young adult Dean went to some convenience store on a beautiful summer day, Sam got something to drink and was crossing the street back to where he had parked a stolen 80s square body coupe of some sort, and as he was crossing the street he saw this guy who looked like he was doing something weird like maybe he was a creature but then as Sam was approaching the car it was a false scare and the guy was like "you good man?" Or something like that all friendly, and by this time dean was approaching the car that he was in which might have been the impala or something similar but they were parked a few spaces away from each other and Sam was like "Yeah" and Dean briefly told Sam how he got free shit because he was flirting with the cashier, and Dean said to the guy "See you later" or something also friendly and they both got in their cars, also Sam was wearing his purple dog shirt with a lighter colored long sleeve underneath and his hair was all shaggy and he was sooooo cute