Dean grabbed Sam's hand for help hoisting himself up as translations came unasked for straight into his mind.-the hand of, the speaker for, guardian above the grave. I Overcome.
Sam was the one who did linguistics. Dean didn't have an encyclopedia in his head, and yet, his brain just picked the title apart for him, like somebody'd plugged a translator right into his brain. Their dad had always told them that the Easter Bunny didn't exist, and that if it did, it'd probably turn out to be awful and they'd have to kill it.
The Easter Bunny existed and had a badass title and . . . was Australian?
Ninja turtles existed and were being lectured by the Easter Bunny, and between Raphael's sudden defensiveness at the lecture and Michelangelo's enthusiasm for ninja bandaids in santa's workshop Dean was remembering the "teenage" part of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, seeing the "teenage" part demonstrated so strongly that there was no possible way he could overlook it, and if Sam said they were real, if Sam said they were them, then he'd just tried to kill the real Raphael. He'd just tried to kill a 16-year-old kid. Whose little brother applied first aid in the form of ninja bandaids and hugs.
Dean didn't like being bewildered or feeling like a piece of shit, and he didn't like feeling them both at the same time.
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Sam was the one who did linguistics. Dean didn't have an encyclopedia in his head, and yet, his brain just picked the title apart for him, like somebody'd plugged a translator right into his brain. Their dad had always told them that the Easter Bunny didn't exist, and that if it did, it'd probably turn out to be awful and they'd have to kill it.
The Easter Bunny existed and had a badass title and . . . was Australian?
Ninja turtles existed and were being lectured by the Easter Bunny, and between Raphael's sudden defensiveness at the lecture and Michelangelo's enthusiasm for ninja bandaids in santa's workshop Dean was remembering the "teenage" part of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, seeing the "teenage" part demonstrated so strongly that there was no possible way he could overlook it, and if Sam said they were real, if Sam said they were them, then he'd just tried to kill the real Raphael. He'd just tried to kill a 16-year-old kid. Whose little brother applied first aid in the form of ninja bandaids and hugs.
Dean didn't like being bewildered or feeling like a piece of shit, and he didn't like feeling them both at the same time.
"Sam, what the hell?"