*snickers* As a fellow Canadian here, I find this fic awsome and hilarious, eh! ;D

But omg! Can't breath, laughing too much. lol We always gotta poke fun at ourselves, it's a right as a Canadian. XD

Dean shrugged. "Didn't you ever wonder about it, Sam? Why you like flannel? Why you're so goddamned nice? You help little old ladies across the street! You're like Dudley Do-Right, man!" Sam is what Benton Frasier from Due South would've ended up as, if he had been born in 1983 and his mom had been burned by a 'Celine Demon'. XD