morningxfine asked you: Tippy, would you considering writing a MOL HQ ft Aaron and the Golem? Maybe the three (four?) of them sharing a beer and Dean keeps flirting by accident? :)
Aaron doesn’t answer the call until Saturday night.
“What the hell, dude?” Dean says. “We coulda used your help with this thing earlier.”
“No electricity on Shabbat,” Aaron says wearily. “He guilted me into it. Price of compliance is a bacon cheeseburger once a month. Once a month, Dean. I’m dying.”
“Don’t blame you. Anyway, so we’ve got this thing called a dybbuk. Any chance you and the big guy can help out?”
One Hebrew exorcism (and some furniture breakage) later, Dean picks up some Manischevitz and invites the duo back to the hub for a drink.
