Of all the crazy things that have happened to you and the boys this has to be the weirdest.

Sucked into the television. Yeah. Cartoons now, all of you.

Weird has become a trademark for the group, and so…

You roll with it. Baby somehow got sucked into weird animation land and the only solution is just drive. Gut feelings and blind leading the blind you all hope to figure this mess out.

Dean pulls up to a malt shop. “A malt shop? Really?” Sam sighs and looks out the window, “Yes Sam—” Dean cuts himself off and his eyes go comically wide. “Oh, my god.”

You and Sam turn and spot: The Mystery Machine.

“That…That’s-“ Sam points dumbfounded

“We’re not in just any cartoon.” Dean whispers

“We’re in Scooby Doo.” You say in unison.