Zombies Eat Brains
Supernatural One-shot fanfic, concerning Dean and Castiel, Crack!Humor, doesn't take itself seriously, just like the show itself.
Dean Winchester from Supernatural's season six glared at the ceiling of his cheap and filthy smelling motel room, bored out of his sadly delirious mind. It was a blue painted ceiling which appeared to be covered in patches of dark black mold, patterned oddly to look almost like the Virgin Mary (if you squinted, had double vision, most likely a freakishly hemorrhaging concussion and it didn't hurt to be finishing off the last of a six-pack while you were at it,) though he doubted any virgins had ever laid eyes on it. He absentmindedly rubbed at the thin blood soaked bandage wrapped on his forehead, wondering how the hell he'd let a damn zombie bite him in the first place, and just how the hell it had managed to open it's jaw that wide anyway. He contemplated whether sending Sam to get more medical supplies was a very wise decision.
"Cass, get your feathery as