panicsatdiscos:

geargie:

promo4homo:

this guinea pig has nicer hair than me

is that sam winchester’s guinea pig

I’m so sorry
“Sam?” Deans aid, looking around the motel room as he shut the door behind him. “Where’d you go?”
Depositing the food on the table, he scanned the room again. After peeking into the bathroom, he decided Sam must’ve left while he was out. He called Sam’s cell only to hear it ring from its spot on the bedside table.
“What the hell?”
Sam wouldn’t leave without his phone. He wouldn’t have left at all, actually. So where was he?
Dean’s attention was drawn to an odd snuffling noise. His eyes narrowed as the noises continued, mixed in with little squeals. He found the source on Sam’s bed - it was a guinea pig.
“What the hell?” Dean repeated, his eyebrows shooting up. The guinea pig was staring straight at him, making frantic noises. Dean suddenly noticed its absurdly long hair.
“Uh…” His mind jumped to a conclusion. “Sam?” he asked, feeling stupid - it was a fucking guinea pig for God’s sake. But the animal squealed louder then ever, practically jumping off the bed.
“Sammy? How…” Dean’s mind clicked. “The witch?” he asked, and the guinea pig - Sam - snorted furiously.
Suddenly the whole thing was hilarious, and Dean didn’t stop laughing for a good ten minutes, Sam’s long guinea-pig-hair shifting helplessly on the bed.


Further proof that we can and will turn every post into a Supernatural post

panicsatdiscos:

geargie:

promo4homo:

this guinea pig has nicer hair than me

is that sam winchester’s guinea pig

I’m so sorry

“Sam?” Deans aid, looking around the motel room as he shut the door behind him. “Where’d you go?”

Depositing the food on the table, he scanned the room again. After peeking into the bathroom, he decided Sam must’ve left while he was out. He called Sam’s cell only to hear it ring from its spot on the bedside table.

“What the hell?”

Sam wouldn’t leave without his phone. He wouldn’t have left at all, actually. So where was he?

Dean’s attention was drawn to an odd snuffling noise. His eyes narrowed as the noises continued, mixed in with little squeals. He found the source on Sam’s bed - it was a guinea pig.

“What the hell?” Dean repeated, his eyebrows shooting up. The guinea pig was staring straight at him, making frantic noises. Dean suddenly noticed its absurdly long hair.

“Uh…” His mind jumped to a conclusion. “Sam?” he asked, feeling stupid - it was a fucking guinea pig for God’s sake. But the animal squealed louder then ever, practically jumping off the bed.

“Sammy? How…” Dean’s mind clicked. “The witch?” he asked, and the guinea pig - Sam - snorted furiously.

Suddenly the whole thing was hilarious, and Dean didn’t stop laughing for a good ten minutes, Sam’s long guinea-pig-hair shifting helplessly on the bed.

Further proof that we can and will turn every post into a Supernatural post

(Source: weirdcreep, via teaandchess)