“Ray, if you don’t stop telling our impressionable young protégé your crack-fed, screwby stories, I will feed you to the next whiskey-tangoed excuse for a monster-of-the-week that we come across.”
“Aw, but Trombley wants to hear my stories, don’tcha? Oh, did I tell you? This one time, over in California…”
“Ray, for the love of God, I will put you out of this vehicle and make you walk to the next rat-infested motel that we’re staying in on this retarded road-trip mission of salting and burning.”
“Can’t. I’m the one driving.”
“Can’t drive if I duct-tape your hands behind your back.”
“I heard that, Walt! Brad, did you ever think our young Walt could be so perverted? I’m telling you, behind that innocent face lies the mind of a pornstar!”
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Supernatural, GenKill, Ray&Brad
Date: 2010-07-04 01:30 am (UTC)“Aw, but Trombley wants to hear my stories, don’tcha? Oh, did I tell you? This one time, over in California…”
“Ray, for the love of God, I will put you out of this vehicle and make you walk to the next rat-infested motel that we’re staying in on this retarded road-trip mission of salting and burning.”
“Can’t. I’m the one driving.”
“Can’t drive if I duct-tape your hands behind your back.”
“I heard that, Walt! Brad, did you ever think our young Walt could be so perverted? I’m telling you, behind that innocent face lies the mind of a pornstar!”
“Ray, I will call Nate and Gunny on you.”
“Shutting up now, sir, Brad-sir!”
Blessed silence.
“Okay, so there was this Wendigo up in Maine…”
“Ray!”