(A/U where Dean is really prissy and won't touch corpses or anything cause he's too damn FAB)
"Thanks for letting us in the morgue after hours, it really helps the case." said Sam, smiling.
"Anything for the feds." said Doctor Jones, smiling at them.
As she left the room the "agents" got to work. Sam started poking at the sigils carved in the chest.
"Dean, can you come over her and help out with this, take a picture of the symbols or something?"
"Can I do it from over here? If you think I'm touching THAT you're cray cray, brother" said Dean, scolding the body.
"Dean, can you just please my phone is dead."
"No wAY!" said Dean, Z snapping.
"Please don't sing the song, please don't sing the song." whispered Sam.
"DON'T MAKE ME SNAP MY FINGERS IN A Z FORMATION! HIP ROTATION! EXCLAMATION! DON'T MAKE ME SNAP MY FINGERS IN Z FORMATION! UNDERLINEAZATION! HEAD ROTATION! HIP CIRCULATION! TALK TO THE HAND TALK TO THE FIST! BOOOOOOOM! YOU JUST GOT DISSED!" sang Dean, doing the movements.
"I still refuse to believe Dad picked on me."
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