A NOSE FOR TROUBLE

WOW: Dust. Bobby's house offers safety, comfort, friendship, information, and - unfortunately - something much less enjoyable.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, however much I wish, cry and stamp my feet.

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Sam unenthusiastically turned another grubby page in the ancient grimoire he and Dean had been poring over all afternoon.

"Now, this sigil is aramaic and it's the expelling charm for the …"

… s-s-snuck …

"… for the dybbuk; but if we use that sigil then we have to find the …"

… HAAAAACCHHICCHHTTUUUUH … snif …

"… repelling charm so that the creepy sonofabitch doesn't …"

… snuffle ….

"… latch onto us, but the trouble is, the repelling charm isn't aramaic ; it's probably babylonian or …"

… sh-shnurrgh …

"… Dean, wipe your nose, you're dripping all over Bobby's books."

"Freakin research;" … HONK …

"Freakin' dybbuk."

"Freakin' dust; BOBBY, GET A MAID!"

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