We're Not Friends timestamp: Losing Track of Time

Summary/Notes: Timestamp ficlet - Falls somewhere in the middle of part four of We're Not Friends.
Rating: R
Warning: Didn't have this beta-read.

( So, about that poetry... )

"I'll say it again. Demons I get. People are crazy."

I've never been much into sports, with the weird exception of baseball and occasionally basketball. But due to expressing some casual interest in a trip to Wisconsin, I got dragged to the Packers game in Green Bay last weekend. This resulted in A) consuming the greatest soft pretzel I have ever had or ever will have with supremely awesome cheese, B) the bf buying me a jersey because I kinda liked the vintage throwback design and well, they're comfy, and C) me realizing it is really time for me to invest in a probably unattractive but WARM coat. I've given up on pretty coats being warm enough after that fucking game. I kinda had a good time, though. Admittedly.

Sooo I watched the first couple seasons of Supernatural.
( IT'S MILLER TIME. )