sobrenatural Funny

The seguinte morning
Dean was driving the Impala and there was no música playing for a change. The cassette tape player didn’t work. Instead the radio was playing.
“What station is that? Music’s awful” Jo complained. Dean changed the station, but it jumped back on the anterior one.
“That’s not a good sign” Sam said slowly.
The música stopped and a voice was heard.
“Last night a woman named Lucy Dickinson was murdered in the Nite Owl Restaurant. Her insides were ripped out. There are no suspects thus far”
The música played again.
“Lucy Dickinson is the waitress we met last night”...

“So you’re sure this is going to work” Dean asked his brother whilst logging onto his email. It was now night and the Winchesters had broken into a local library, simply because Sam wouldn’t let Dean set fogo to his laptop in order to kill the Smith Sisters. The plan was to eliminar the email that Sam had forwarded to him to provoke the tulpa, then they had to kill it before it killed them. Dean hoped that the few hours that they’d waited were enough for the tulpa to evolve.
“I hope so” Sam replied sounding as uneasy as Dean.
“And if it doesn’t…”
“Then we’re screwed”...

Sam was woken up por the closing of the motel room door, which sounded a little gentler and calmer than it had last night. Dean was dressed in new clothes and was waiting expectantly for Sam to wake and get up.
“Come on, let’s get moving, it’s already nearly eleven.”
Sam guessed that he’d slept in por the fact that he’d forgotten to set an alarm last night and always slept in given the chance, and por the fact that bright sunshine was streaming through the curtains into his eyes which Dean was now shoving open.
“Alright, alright; I’m up – give me fifteen minutes.”
por the time...