Supernatural...

Eowyn Black wrote:I AM CRYING FROM LAUGHTER
YOU ALL NEEDED TO KNOW SOMETHING
YOU ALL NEED TO KNOW

THAT DEAN WINCHESTER/HERMIONE GRANGER
FANFICTION

IT.
EXISTS.

http://elysianfields.byethost18.com/?tag=dean-winchesterhermione

i cannot i can't even i haven't read any i'm too afraid but oh my fucking god.

"Check it out, it's a freaking rabid owl," Dean said, holstering his piece and peering out at it.

"Do owls get rabies?" Sam said, dubiously.

"You're not gonna tell me that's normal," Dean said, pointing at it. The owl was getting more agitated, fluttering up from the sill and clawing at the window with its talons.

Sam squinted and leaned closer to the window. "Is that—does it have a note tied to its leg?"

"Dude, don't open—"

Too late: Sam had slid up the window and the owl burst into the room, hooting angrily, and started circling around their heads. It took almost half an hour to get the thing to land on the TV set and get the note off—it wouldn't let Sam take it at all, and Dean didn't really want to get anywhere near the freaky-ass thing. "I still think it's got salmonella or something," he muttered, unrolling it, and then he stared at the front of the envelope.

Dean Michael Winchester
Pocono Country Lodge, Room 7
Pennsylvania
United States of America
Sam looked down at it over his shoulder. "Okay, that's weird," he said, under-fucking-statement of the year.

Dean jerked his head up at the owl. "How the hell did anybody know we were—Christ, I'm talking to a freaking owl," he said, cutting himself off.

The owl hissed impatiently and held out its claw. Dean held back the letter. "You're not getting it back, Woodsy, it says it's for me."

The owl didn't give a hoot, more like a sigh, and then it burst off the TV set right at him. Dean fell back windmilling on the bed, letter still clutched in his hand. The owl pecked at his front jeans pocket—"Holy fucking Christ get it off me!" Dean yelped while Sam just stood there laughing—and yanked out his money clip. It shook it furiously, scattering twenties and hundreds everywhere, until finally it had just one twenty left clutched in its beak, and then it took right off back out the window, flipping its tail feathers at them as it swooped up and away.

"Great," Dean said. "I've been mugged by an owl. Shut up, bitch, it's not funny."