"Lightsabers," Sam looked at the object in his hand. "We defeat the Devil...with lightsabers. Dean-" he paused, resisting the urge to start beating his head against the wall.
Dean had his lightsaber activated, spinning and jabbing at the air. "Look, Sammy, lightsabers! How cool is this?"
"Oh, god," Sam whispered. "You are such a kid...it's not even funny."
Dean was even making the goddamn sound effects.
"You got any better ideas?" Dean called. "C'mon, Sam. Lightsabers!" As if that made everything make sense.
Cas was standing still, holding his de-activated lightsaber. "How does this work?"
"You gotta use the power of the Force, Cas!" Dean prompted.
"The Force," Cas repeated, slowly. "I don't understand the reference."
"Lightsabers," Sam repeated, looking at Gabriel, then at Dean, then double-takes, looking back at Gabriel. "You didn't just..."
Gabriel lifted his eyebrows at Sam, licking his lightsaber. "Push up pop?" he offered.
Sam closed his eyes. Praying to God was moot at this point, trying to block out the mess that was his life.
Lightsabers. Life could not get much more insane.
"I've told you, Dean," Cas said, masking his impatience. "I don't understand what you're referring to. Who is Obi-Wan? And for the last time, you're our only hope."
I...um. Prompt. Right. Became..Sam + Team Free Will? So. Sorry. And. You know what? Just...sorry.
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Date: 2010-06-04 12:50 am (UTC)Dean had his lightsaber activated, spinning and jabbing at the air. "Look, Sammy, lightsabers! How cool is this?"
"Oh, god," Sam whispered. "You are such a kid...it's not even funny."
Dean was even making the goddamn sound effects.
"You got any better ideas?" Dean called. "C'mon, Sam. Lightsabers!" As if that made everything make sense.
Cas was standing still, holding his de-activated lightsaber. "How does this work?"
"You gotta use the power of the Force, Cas!" Dean prompted.
"The Force," Cas repeated, slowly. "I don't understand the reference."
"Lightsabers," Sam repeated, looking at Gabriel, then at Dean, then double-takes, looking back at Gabriel. "You didn't just..."
Gabriel lifted his eyebrows at Sam, licking his lightsaber. "Push up pop?" he offered.
Sam closed his eyes. Praying to God was moot at this point, trying to block out the mess that was his life.
Lightsabers. Life could not get much more insane.
"I've told you, Dean," Cas said, masking his impatience. "I don't understand what you're referring to. Who is Obi-Wan? And for the last time, you're our only hope."
I...um. Prompt. Right. Became..Sam + Team Free Will? So. Sorry. And. You know what? Just...sorry.