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In which the WB deprives me of my Winchesters and things get silly.
"That doll is possessed," Dean announces as soon as Mr. Cadwallader closes the door behind them.
"Which doll?"
"You didn't see it?"
"There were, like, fifty dolls in there."
"It had red hair, green eyes, and oh, yeah, it was watching me!"
They reach the car, and Sam rests his elbows on the passenger side roof to look at his brother, "Ok, so a possessed doll put three 12-year-old girls into simultaneous, unexplained comas."
"They were all in Emmy's room when it happened."
Dean climbs into the car and Sam follows suit.
"So what do we do?"
"Wait 'til they leave, break in, grab the doll, and exorcise the demon."
"Are you sure-"
"Watching. Me."
"Right."
. . .
"How come I always have to pick the locks?" Sam asks as he kneels to get a better view of the doorknob.
"I seem to recall a certain someone having an all-out tantrum," Dean launches into his best 'Sammy' impression: "'Why can't I pick the lock? Dean got to pick locks when he was 8'-- Dad finally showed you how to pick the damn lock just to shut you up."
Sam stands and opens the door, "It wasn't a tantrum. And you did pick locks when you were 8."
"Whatever. Let's just get the doll."
"I can't believe we're breaking into someone's house to steal a doll."
"A demonically possessed doll."
"I know, I know, it was watching you!"
. . .
"Did you really have to burn the doll?"
"It was evil!"
"When Emmy gets home from the hospital this afternoon, she's going to wonder what happened to it."
"We did her a favor," Dean says as he pulls onto the interstate, "Once an object has been possessed, it's more likely to happen again."
"I still think you're overreacting about the doll."
"The girls woke up from their comas didn't they?"
. . .
"MOM!" Emmy shrieks.
Both of Emmy's parents come running, a lot faster than they would have had their daughter not just woken up from a coma.
"What is it?"
"Are you okay?"
Emmy whines: "My Felicity doll is missing."
"That doll is possessed," Dean announces as soon as Mr. Cadwallader closes the door behind them.
"Which doll?"
"You didn't see it?"
"There were, like, fifty dolls in there."
"It had red hair, green eyes, and oh, yeah, it was watching me!"
They reach the car, and Sam rests his elbows on the passenger side roof to look at his brother, "Ok, so a possessed doll put three 12-year-old girls into simultaneous, unexplained comas."
"They were all in Emmy's room when it happened."
Dean climbs into the car and Sam follows suit.
"So what do we do?"
"Wait 'til they leave, break in, grab the doll, and exorcise the demon."
"Are you sure-"
"Watching. Me."
"Right."
"How come I always have to pick the locks?" Sam asks as he kneels to get a better view of the doorknob.
"I seem to recall a certain someone having an all-out tantrum," Dean launches into his best 'Sammy' impression: "'Why can't I pick the lock? Dean got to pick locks when he was 8'-- Dad finally showed you how to pick the damn lock just to shut you up."
Sam stands and opens the door, "It wasn't a tantrum. And you did pick locks when you were 8."
"Whatever. Let's just get the doll."
"I can't believe we're breaking into someone's house to steal a doll."
"A demonically possessed doll."
"I know, I know, it was watching you!"
"Did you really have to burn the doll?"
"It was evil!"
"When Emmy gets home from the hospital this afternoon, she's going to wonder what happened to it."
"We did her a favor," Dean says as he pulls onto the interstate, "Once an object has been possessed, it's more likely to happen again."
"I still think you're overreacting about the doll."
"The girls woke up from their comas didn't they?"
"MOM!" Emmy shrieks.
Both of Emmy's parents come running, a lot faster than they would have had their daughter not just woken up from a coma.
"What is it?"
"Are you okay?"
Emmy whines: "My Felicity doll is missing."
