“I can smell the…”
I had a weird dream last night. I was Dean Winchester and a girl, and that made total sense in the dream. Sam and I were living in some town and had just come to realize that something bad was heading our way and it had corrupted many people we thought we could trust. In the dream, we’re sitting in a car holding these huge guns.
I cock my gun and get a little emotional.
S: “You okay?”
D: “I’m fine.”
S: “You seem a little ….emotional. Are you on your period?”
D: “What? Why the hell would you even ask me that??”
S: (stares at celing and sighs) “Dude…I can smell the…”
D: “WE ARE NOT TALKING NOW. TALKING IS NOT HAPPENING. WATCH THE DAMN ROAD!”
I even growled it like Dean.
Strrrrange.
In related news my Kindle reset itself and my Pink Pad app was wiped out so I have no idea when my next period IRL is. Bah.