Bublé is not a little bitch, take that back.

Shudders are the thought. “Truly, if he makes an appearance, I’m moving out again. My office has a pullout couch if you want to tag along.”

Michael Bublé??? The singer???

So what if I like Bublé and Sinatra. You listen to the Winchester top twenty worst headaches.

“Oh the joys of having our own little giddy holes. Sad we need them.” A small sigh, flopping on to the other beanbag.

He should tell Dean and give the mortal some real taste in music.

Blasts Fly Me To The Moon loudly over heaven’s speaker system.

“I know a place you can get ginormous ones. That sounds far better than tallying the days death toll and wondering what father will yell about now.”

Time to make a smoothie. Definitely a mango avocado day.

“I don’t even want to think about Death appearing. The thought alone is stressful. We definitely should, keep everyone away.”

Blinking- turning his attention towards her.

. . . Mortals are so strange.

Claps??? Back???

Indeed. They could’ve said anything else.. literally anything else.

Slurps smoothie.

Oh my father, that shirt just gave him a beating heart. C h e e r s

Oh really? Maybe he should visit Arizona. Small smile as the clink their plastic cups, sipping his and just relaxing for the moment.

He’s moving to Arizona now.

Poof! He’s here

|| HE’S BACK!!