Title: Emails of a Fabric Softener Teddy Bear.
Warnings, Disclaimer and Setting: See first chapter.
A/N: We originally weren't going to add any more to this, but we got such a good response. It's nice to know people actually appreciate out lame senses of humour...
To: dean.w
From: sammy.w
Subject: Pleeeeeeeease come out!
Dean, please come out of the motel room. Or at least unlock the door for me to come in. It's ten o'clock and I want to go to bed.
-Sam.
To: sammy.w
From: dean.w
Subject: NO!
Come out? COME OUT! You sent me to a PSYCHIATRIST! A FREAKING PSYCHIATRIST!
From Dean.
A.K.A Pissed-off-at-Sam
To: dean.w
From: sammy.w
Subject: RE: NO!
You agreed to come, remember? In fact, if I recall correctly, you were quite excited to go.
From Sam.
To: sammy.w
From: dean.w
Subject: RE: RE: NO!
Uh, yeah. Before I found out that the psychiatrist was a SIXTY-YEAR-OLD woman. Dude, she made me talk about my FEELINGS. And when I told her not to be such a control-freak with other people's lives, she made me PAINT.
Paint, Sam, PAINT!
From Dean.
A.K.A Pissed-off-at-Sam and Mrs. Let's-paint-frustration-shall-we.
P.S: Why did I just receive a shirt in the mail from Dad? Why is the shirt so soft? And WHY IS THE SHIRT PINK?
Is Dad trying to tell me something?
To: moldywart.wannabe
From: dean.w
Subject: Snuggle
Hey,
I know we're usually not exactly on the best of terms, but I was wondering if you could help me kill the F.S.T.B (fabric softener teddy bear). Maybe just set him on fire? Sam and Dad think I'm nuts and they've already sent me to a psychiatrist.
By the way, do you happen to have any idea why my dad gave me a pink shirt? Is he trying to suggest something? I mean, I know I've never had a real girlfriend and all... but that DOES NOT mean I like guys.
Or pink.
From Dean.
A.K.A. I HATE PINK.
To: dean.w
From: moldywart.wannabe
Subject: RE: Snuggle
NO, I will NOT try and help you kill Snuggle.
WE ARE ENEMIES! WE SHALL DO BATTLE AND THEN IN A HEARTBREAKING MOMENT, EITHER YOU OR YOUR BROTHER WILL SACRIFICE YOURSELF TO THE GREATER GOOD AND I SHALL BE KILLED. THEN, -SOMEHOW, IN A WAY THAT WON'T EVER BE FULLY EXPLAINED- YOU OR YOUR BROTHER (WHOEVER DIED) SHALL BE SOMEHOW RESURRECTED WITH THE POWER OF LOVE, AND IN ONE BIG CHICK-FLICK MOMENT, YOU'LL ALL LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER AND SOMEHOW FORGET ABOUT THE DEMONS STILL OUT THERE.
The Dark Lord of Pyromania.
P.S: How did you get my Ppltalk address?
To: moldywart.wannabe
From: dean.w
Subject: RE: RE: Snuggle
Wow. That was insightful. I still don't get why you won't help me, though.
B.T.W, your Ppltalk address was on Wikipedia. Man, that site has everything.
From Dean.
A.K.A. I HATE PINK.
To: john.w
From: sammy.w
Subject: Dean
Dad, Dean didn't receive the shirt well. Now he seems to think you think he's gay. (Do you?) I mean, it was kind of weird... a PINK shirt?
He was in a mess when he left the psychiatrist's office. He had a painting clutched in one hand and he was shaking. Dean drove us back to the motel, then locked me out of it. I peeked into the window once to see him curled up into a little ball on the floor.
Dad, please come back. We need you.
-Sam.
To: sammy.w
From: john.w
Subject: RE: Dean
DO NOT INSULT THE COLOUR PINK!
T.T.Y.L, Dad.
To: lets.paint.lovvve
From: moldywart.wannabe
Subject: The Winchester Boys
Rachel,
You didn't tell me you were having a session with the elder brother. Make sure his brother takes him back to see you. I need information and FAST.
The Dark Lord of Pyromania.
P.S: Were his paintings any good?
To: moldywart.wannabe
From: lets.paint.lovvve
Subject: RE: The Winchester Boys
His paintings? Nope. No real soul.
Can I ask why you need information on him? This whole I'm-gonna-take-over-the-world thing is getting old. I thought we were working on it. You need a creative outlet. Are you still taking your art classes?
From Rachel.
To: lets.paint.lovvve
From: moldywart.wannabe
Subject: RE: RE: The Winchester Boys
I cannnnnnnnnnnnn't. I killed the art teacher.
The Dark Lord of Pyromania.
To: sammy.w
From: lets.paint.lovvve
Subject: Your brother
Mr. Winchester,
I know Dean's first session didn't go particularly well, but I'm willing to try again. He needs help and he's just lucky to have such a caring brother like you to help him through it.
And me, of course.
From Rachel.
P.S: Would you be interested in sending your brother to group therapy? It might be easier for him.
To: lets.paint.lovvve
From: sammy.w
Subject: RE: Your brother
Sure, why not? I just want my brother to get better.
-Sam.
To: lets.paint.lovvve
From: moldywart.wannabe
Subject: GROUP THERAPY!
No! NO, NO, NO!
NO!
I saw the list hanging in your office window! You signed me up for group therapy!
WITH DEAN WINCHESTER!
The Dark Lord of Pyromania.
P.S: NO!
A/N: We hope that was okay! Just for the record, we didn't mean any offence to anyone in this. We have nothing against sixty-year-olds, homosexuals or the colour pink. Please review!