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"Jeez dude, did you leave any water for the rest of the motel?
"Bite me Sam, I'm not in the mood."
"What the hell did you do to yourself?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I'm pretty sure your skin was actually a lighter shade of red when you went in. How hot did you have it in there?"
"Let's just say you might be able to have a shower sometime tomorrow. C'mon Sam, what's with the look? What's the problem? The shit was soaked in, I had to get it off! It was in my hair and my face and my..."
"Alright, forget it okay, I just wasn't expecting a red, wrinkled up version of you, that's all. Do you at least feel better?"
"Fricken peachy man."
"Uh-huh. Well, I haven't found anything yet on how we can kill this mo-fo but... Dean, what are you doing?"
"What? You can't go through all these stupid books by yourself can you Mr. Wizard?"
"Wait. You are going to do research out of a book?"
"Well I'm pretty sure I can read smartass! Besides, what can I say Sammy, you had me at mo-fo. The fact that you actually just said that makes me all warm and toasty inside."
"I say that all the time!"
"Uh no, no you don't. But you should. It was still a little girly but we can work on that."
"Right, whatever. Fun's over. You want to get that son of a bitch so bad then let's get to work."
"I love it when you get your macho vibe on Sam."
"Well, hate to say it but you should considered yourself lucky you only got doused with blood."
"Really... funny how that doesn't make me feel any better about it."
"Yeah, I know, but according to this, you could have been blinded in one eye just for looking at the Dullahan."
"I stand corrected, I'm pretty much the luckiest man on the fricken planet then."
"And, for the... at least call it the Headless Horseman Sam... Dullahan just sounds... I don't know... how about gay? 'Excuse me ma'am but have you seen the Dullahan round these parts?' Please, it just sounds so stupid!"
"You sure you're okay man? Seem a bit... um... irritable."
"Wow, Captain Obvious strikes again! Of course I'm fricken irritable! Did you miss the part where I end up wearing someone's blood, or the part where I was too late to save the damsel in distress because I froze?"
"So that would be a 'No Sam, I'm not okay.' then."
"Careful bro, I'm just itching to stab, maim, burn or mutilate something."
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