He still could have been demonic, though, and Dean wished he had holy water on him, for when they untied him. He'd had a flask stashed in the Impala's glove compartment.
Just as he thought it, he felt the cool of the chrome flask against his hip.
It was starting to occur to Dean that his jacket was possibly enchanted, or he'd developed a really great superpower, and that superpower was being able to pull guns that shouldn't fit into his shirt out of his shirt. It seemed that extended to other tools against evil as well.
But this wasn't evil, this was . . . Santa's workshop, the Santa's workshop in children's books and TV claymation specials, not a butchered human corpse in sight. This was Ninja Frickin' Turtles, and now a . . . giant Australian rabbit what the hell?
"Sam, there are ninja turtles."
Dean paused, racking his brains, trying to figure out how there could actually fucking be Ninja Turtles.
"Sam, why are there Ninja Turtles? And what the hell is Harvey over there?"
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He still could have been demonic, though, and Dean wished he had holy water on him, for when they untied him. He'd had a flask stashed in the Impala's glove compartment.
Just as he thought it, he felt the cool of the chrome flask against his hip.
It was starting to occur to Dean that his jacket was possibly enchanted, or he'd developed a really great superpower, and that superpower was being able to pull guns that shouldn't fit into his shirt out of his shirt. It seemed that extended to other tools against evil as well.
But this wasn't evil, this was . . . Santa's workshop, the Santa's workshop in children's books and TV claymation specials, not a butchered human corpse in sight. This was Ninja Frickin' Turtles, and now a . . . giant Australian rabbit what the hell?
"Sam, there are ninja turtles."
Dean paused, racking his brains, trying to figure out how there could actually fucking be Ninja Turtles.
"Sam, why are there Ninja Turtles? And what the hell is Harvey over there?"