101 Things: Supernatural101 Things That I Cannot Do In Winchester Land1) I will not threaten to fry an Angel's wings Extra-crispy.2) I will not hide in the trunk of the Impala.3) I will not make a deal with a crossroads demon.4) I will not call Crowley a "Punk-ass Crossroads demon"5) I will not attempt to kill Bobby.6) I will not give Lucifer a hug.7) There is no such thing as a Croatoan Virus for down there. I will get that checked by a doctor.8) Weapons are not to be put on bungees- I will not suggest it.9) Sam Winchester is not a puppy.10) I will not have sex with a Winchester in the Impala.11) There are many ways to stop a dragon problem. Sleeping with all of the virgins in town is not one of them.12) I will not get addicted to Demon Blood.13) I will not find a liquor store, and drink it.14) Dean is not bossy. Bossy, and Short.15) I will not get Sam drunk.16) In the event of the apocalypse, we will not imbibe copious amounts of alcohol and await the inevitable blastwave.17)
Part 3The car ride seemed like a blur. In the short time it took to go to Sam's house, I'd already cried three seperate times, and nearly caused a mascara riot. When we got there, her husband was still out cold in bed, and her 2 year old daughter was running around screaming."DOGGY MOMMY! DOGGY ATE DADDY!" She screamed. Sam scooped up the little girl and pushed the wisps of brunette hair out of her eyes."Sweetie, the doggy didn't eat daddy, he's sleeping. Go wake him up, and then we'll make you pretty for the wedding" Sam cooed to the toddler. Morgan rolled her eyes while raiding Sam's refridgerator."Sam! you got anything better than apple juice here?" she called. I scurried over to her and hit her upside the head."manners much morgs?" I jeered. We had a sibling cat fight battle before Natalia came back downstairs."Auntie carly! Where's mommy?" She asked with a tilted head. Morgan walked over and kneeled down to her level, which wasn't a far stretch for her five-foot-three frame."liste
Morgan.....I waltzed out of the downstairs bathroom with my dress on. The flowy silk and taffeta twirled around me as I walked. when I got to the living room, Morgan and Sam were already dolled up in their deep purple dresses."Wow, you guys look great!" I said in a sing song voice. It was true, even with the hangover Morgan looked like a supermodel and Sam looked dangerous with the faint scar on her chin from a flat iron accident when we were teenagers. She walked over to me with a box of scary looking bobby pins and a large can of hairspray."you look great too Carly, now hold still..." she mumbled with a mouthfull of the pins. Morgan was laughing hysterically even though she was mostly out of it. when they were done attacking my head, we got into my car and drove back to Sam's house.Part 3.....
Aw man, this'll suckThe sun was bright and shining, the birds were chirping and....My sister was doing the chicken Dance?Today, Is my wedding day, now for most people, this is one of the happiest days of their lives.well mine was Hell.let's start from the beginning, shall we?I woke up overlooking the sandy beach near our home. we'd saved forever to get the house and it was truly worth it. Anyways, at about seven, my bridesmaids, My sister Morgan and my best friend Sam, arrived at my door. Sam was twenty-six and morgan twenty-two, both extremly outgoing and exciting. I stood on my stoop in pajamas and blue fuzzy slippers wiping the sleep from my eyes when they pounced."Happy wedding day Carly!" Morgan shouted over the roar of the waves. you could hear a couple dogs howl from the jones' yard and a cat screech down the street. She had that effect on people. she stumbled into the house with a step that clearly revealed that she had a hangover. Sam eased her inside and grabbed my shoulder."Relax, you'll