Fandom Radio, Saturday, November 24

[likethegun]

Dean: Good evening Fandom. Guess what? Nothing weird happened today. Or weirder than usual.

Sam: You realize if you say that loud enough, you're going to make something weird happen, right?

Dean: Nah. The weird's taking the long weekend off.

Sam: Yeah, that's it. It's resting and saving its energy to smack us really hard the next time it comes around.

Dean: Considering the last couple of weeks, it's probably exhausted.

Sam: Exhausted enough to go away for a while? I think that would make everyone else very very happy.

Dean: We can hope.

Sam: Well, if nothing weird happened today, I guess that explains why there aren't as many notes tonight.

Dean: It would. You want to start?

Sam: Sure, why not.

( They talk this much normally, we swear. )

Sam: I hope she gets better soon too. Is there anything else from the squirrels? Late breaking signs of new weirdness?

*chittering, interrupted by the occasional hiccup*

Dean: Judging by how much rum they've already dove into, I'm guessing the answer is no.

Sam: Do you want to take some of the rum and bring it to Faith? Or are we going to go?

Dean: Dude, you're not seriously suggesting we try and take the rum from the squirrels. Because I'm not that suicidal.

Sam: ...okay, yeah, bad idea. Sorry.

Dean: You're lucky I'm here to stop you doing this stupid things.

Sam: Oh yeah, I'd get into so much trouble without you around.

Dean: Glad to hear you admit it, Sammy.