Good Times

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Good Times
Author: Maychorian
Characters: Dean, Sam, Bobby, Castiel, Ellen and Jo
Category: Gen, Angst, Episode Tag
Rating: PG
Warning: (skip) Purple prose. Experimental structure. Language.
Spoilers: Through 5.10
Summary: And as flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite, I saw Satan laughing with delight the day the music died.
Word Count: 1243
Disclaimer: This is my Father's world, but it's Kripke's playground.
Author’s Note: Lyrics from "American Pie" by Don McClean.

( Good Times )

A bitty little original ficlet that made me go like this: O.o

Going through old notes is fun. But Oh Em Eff Gee, I do not remember writing this and I have no idea where it came from. It took up exactly one page in my teeny little notebook I used for newspaper meetings in college.

It felt like a very random day. Blake was tired of feeding the cow. He wanted a new pet. So he went to the pet store to look around. "Ah, barracuda!" he thought. "No, too toothy."

"Dove?"

Too holy. Blake could only deal with doves one day a week, and the poor thing would die on a Tuesday.

"Kangaroo rat?"

Too dusty. Same went for chinchillas.

"Whale?"

Too much blubber. And the size of the aquarium would be a bit of a problem in his dinky apartment.

Skunk--the neighbors would complain. Cat--too quiet. Dog--too noisy. Hamster--too small.

Finally admitting defeat, Blake went home and fed his cow.

I DON'T KNOOOOOWWWWWWW.