WOW: crack. A fight in a witch's lair results in a broken wand, some seriously disturbing stray magic flying around, and thirteen reasons why Sam suddenly wants to be an only child.

Disclaimer: *sulks*


Sam initially thought he was cracking up.

Then he hoped he was cracking up.

But he could never be that lucky.

He'd never even heard of a multiplication curse.

His mind whirled in feverish panic as he stared at the thirteen perplexed Deans that stood before him, curiously scanning the room and glaring jealously at each other.

He knew his and Dean's meagre funds couldn't feed them all, and he knew sleeping arrangements had suddenly become much more awkward.

And he DEFINITELY knew he didn't want to be around when the argument about who was going to drive the Impala started.