say you won't let go, sam winchester [ 4 ]

047. scooby doo

Sam and Miranda are sitting at the map table and researching. Serena is standing behind her dad and working on braiding his hair.

"Hey, what are you doin'?" Dean walks in.

"Uh, research." Sam says.

"Okay." Dean says. "Yeah, little beauty salon on the side?"

"Dean." Sam gives him a warning look to keep Serena out of any remarks.

Dean holds his hands up.

"You know, it's the strangest thing. I-I can't find anything on a cursed object that actually physically attacks people." Sam says.

"Dude, it's over. All right? Be like Elsa -- let it go." Dean says.

""Be like Elsa"?" Sam asks.

"Ah. Right?" Dean nods. "It's not my fault your kid's blasting that song 24/7." He motions to the seven year old. "Come here. I need to show you something. It's important. Come on."

"Go play with your siblings." Miranda tells her youngest who runs off to find her siblings.

Dean leads the two parents down the halls and into a room, Dean flipping the light on.

"Behold... the Dean Cave." Dean grins. "Or Fortress of Dean-a-tude. Just-- still trying to figure that one out."

"Please don't." Miranda says.

"We got Foosball. We've got jukebox -- all vinyl, obviously. Double La-Z-Boy recliners. And, of course, the bar. Still a work in progress. It's gonna have a kegerator because... well, it's gonna. And finally... the piece de resistance."

Dean holds up the remote to the TV they got from the pawn shop.

"Okay, hold on, hold on. When did you have time to do all this?" Sam asks.

"When it's important you make time, Sammy." Dean says. "Let's get this bad boy a test run, huh? Dun, dun, Dun..." Dean sings. "Dun na!" He sings as he turns the TV on.

Purple sparks show on the TV.

"What the hell?" Sam asks. A purple beam shoots out, the three appearing in the woods.

"Dean? What just..." The three look at each other and scream.

"You're a cartoon! I'm a cartoon!" They all exclaim.

"Uh, is-- is this... okay, okay, okay. This is a dream. It's gotta be a--" Sam's cut off as Dean slaps him in the face, leaving a handprint. Sam shakes his head, making the handprint disappear.

"It's not a dream. Holy shit." Dean says.

"This is, uh... you saw that light. Did we just get sucked into the TV?" Sam asks.

"Or maybe this is an angel thing. Or-- or the Trickster." Dean suggests.

"No, he's dead." Sam says.

"Or is he?" Dean counters.

"Dean, what the hell?" Sam asks.

"I don't know, guys. I... whoa." They follow Dean's gaze to find the Impala.

"Uh... how did the car get here?" Sam asks.

"I had the keys in my pocket. Or maybe--- wait, seriously? That's what's bumping you about this? Okay, look, are we animated? Yes. Is it weird? Yes." Dean says.

"It's beyond weird." Sam says.

"Well, and beyond weird is kind of our thing. So whatever happened, we'll figure it out. This is a case, so let's work it." Dean says.