#heeeeeeheeeee

we should totally use Obama reaction photos bc the government has shut down

omg

It was a Sunday, and it was Game Day. Sammy had been gone for a year and half now, and Dean felt like a part of him was missing. Stanford, he knew, had a game today - against Duke or Notre Dame (he always got those two mixed up, but he didn't care enough to figure it out). Ever since they'd been little, Sammy had been a huge fan of football. He endured endless teasing from Dean and John - they were more baseball people themselves. Regardless, the broken little family always sat down whenever they could on Sundays and watched football together, because every little thing counted with them. But now Sammy had run off to Stanford, and Dean and John split up, and nobody sat down to watch football together anymore.

            It was a lazy day anyway, Dean argued with himself. He'd just finished up a job. A normal vengeful spirit, the routine salt-and-burn. So now, he had a few days before he could find a new job.

            He flopped down on the bed in front of the crappy TV (and when he said crappy, he meant it - the thing was ancient. it was a wonder it was in color, or that it even worked at all). Beer bottle in hand, he toed off his shoes and kicked back, reclining against the headboard of the squeaky motel mattress. Flicking the channel over, he sipped quietly.

            If he sat serenely and didn't think, he could almost imagine Sammy's tall form folded in on itself as he attempted to sit on the bed without hanging off the edges; he could almost hear Sammy's deep voice rumble as he cheered for his team and booed the other.