The Horrors of Being a Birthing Coach
Sam had fought demons, angels, spirits, wendigos, and all sorts of other things no one should have to even think about but he knew he’d never seen anything as horrifying as this.
- Part 1 of The Horrors of Being a Birthing Coach
“You realize that you’re one of the hostesses to this thing, right?” Sam asked, interrupting her thoughts.
Faith scowled at him. “Shut up. Don’t think I can’t tell how very funny you’re finding this.” She crossed her arms. “I don’t see why I have to go while you get to go off with Dean and play pool.”
“Because I have a penis,” he deadpanned.
“Lucky bastard,” Faith muttered.
- Part 2 of The Horrors of Being a Birthing Coach