Supernapple Spirits

Supernapple Spirits

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Last published Tue, Dec 19, 2017

2spooky4me castiel davestrider deanwinchester dontreadthis

Dave has a ghost issue and he calls the sexier versions of the Ghostbusters, who come to the rescue in an Impala and kick some ass. PSA:I WROTE THIS IS MIDDLE SCHOOL "So, this kid knows that we brutally slaughter things that go bump and the night, and it called you, so this means..." Dean trailed off, not really wanting to finish the sentence. "It means there's a kid in Texas who's having an apple juice stealing ghost problem, and we have to help him out. Make sure Cas knows, because we're all going to Texas." Sam finished, putting the phone away and running a hand through his hair tiredly. "Kid should've called the Ghostbusters." Dean mumbled. --------------- A Supernatural\Homestuck crossover fic that I started in my cringy middle school days finally being revised(not really) and published so that I may rest in peace. Probably won't be finished ever.

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