So I was challenged to the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge by a high school friend of mine. If you want to watch me yammer on and then have my cousin douse me with three buckets of ice water, click ◄here►. Anyways, I decided to challenge Supernatural’s Prince of Hell, Theo Devaney.
I hope his mum and her friend don’t hate me now…
The full moon shone overhead on the hot August night as Becky bit her lower lip and stared at him from across the parking lot. She looked around cautiously, knowing she didn’t want to go over when anyone else was watching. After all, what she had to say was private. She causally walked over to where he sat on the trunk of the Impala and then smiled. “I know you don’t know me, but I’ve read all about you. I just wanted to thank you for being there for Sam and Dean,” she whispered. Unable to resist temptation, she carefully lifted up his top.
“You’re just so strong and supportive; always around for every hunt. It’s refreshing,” Becky cooed as she slid her hand down his front. Her fingertips traced along the thin rivulets of water that trickled down as he sweated in the night air. “I wish you could be mine, Coleman” she said as she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her cheek close. She hugged him tightly, closing her eyes.
Sam came to an abrupt stop as he headed out from the convenience store with a six pack of beer and a small bag of groceries. A troubled look clouded his perfect features as he stared at the Impala and what was going on. He cleared his throat loudly to get Becky’s attention. Her head whipped around to stare at Sam as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment that she had been caught.
“Uh, Becky…why are you hugging the cooler?”
This is what happens when the author of this blog hasn’t gotten enough sleep, hasn’t written in over a week, and starts following @TheGreenCooler on Twitter.
Laughing and crying at the same time.
You will be sorely missed, Oh Captain my Captain…