“What the hell?” Who put a sticker on the milk carton? Dean just wants to make pancakes, a mindless activity that will let him wake up gently, accompanied by the peaceful gurgling and vitalizing aroma of coffee being freshly brewed. Not having to decipher some shitty mystery at fuck o’early in the morning. In his own kitchen. After pouring the correct measure of milk into the batter bowl, Dean puts the carton back in the fridge with the sticker out of sight.
Dean finds a second sticker on the bottle of beer he just took from the six-pack he bought this morning. “Cas, let me check yours.” Without waiting for permission, Dean grabs the bottle from Cas’s hands. No sticker. “Why?” Cas snatches his bottle back and takes a swig. He squints at the sticker Dean shows him. “Why is there a tulpa symbol hovering over that sofa?” “Beats me.” Dean pushes back his chair. “Wait here.” In the kitchen, Dean takes the milk carton out of the fridge. Yep, same sticker. It shows a picture of a red sofa crosshatched with dark lines, the symbol for creating a tulpa drawn over it in yellow. He puts the milk carton back in the fridge and returns to the library. Cas is glaring at the sticker as if he’s about to smite the thing off the beer bottle. “This sofa looks a bit like one of your shirts.” Dean flops down in the chair next to Cas. “I take it you didn’t put it there.” Cas directs his smitey glare at Dean in response. Sam enters the library and for once Dean is thankful for Sam being the designated interruptor of whatever he and Cas are doing. “Guys, look what I found stuck to my shampoo bottle.” Sam sounds annoyed. “How dare someone touch your precious shampoo,” Dean says. “Let me guess, a sofa tulpa sticker.” “Yeah, how did you-“ Dean raises his beer bottle. “Guess you didn’t stick ‘m either.”
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