Fullmetal Winchesters - Part 1/2caffienekittyNovember 9 2009, 03:14:47 UTC
A/N: Apologies for canon errors in Fullmetal Alchemist. Dean's opinions are not mine.
Blue sky. Puffy white clouds. Bright green rolling hills. Brown roads. Most of the TV shows the Trickster had sent them into were bright, but this was beyond bright. This was... animated.
"Crap." Dean looked at himself, past the big stupid pointy blond bangs that obscured his peripheral vision. White gloves, red robes, and he didn't want to look but he was pretty sure his arm and leg were made of metal. His hair pulled at his scalp at the back and even more than not wanting to know if his limbs were made of metal, Dean did not want to know if his hair was in a pony-tail. Or something worse.
"Sam? Do you have any idea what show this is?" said Dean. Then looked behind him. No Sam. Now what? "SAM?" Dean shouted.
A loud metallic clonging approached, vibrating the ground. Dean spun around to see an eight foot tall guy in armor and something like a loincloth stomping over a hill towards him.
Fighting the sudden bizarre urge to clap his hands together, Dean took a step backwards and wished he had a gun, something with armor-piercing rounds.
"Dean! It's me!" the armored guy shouted hollowly in Sam's voice while waving an arm over his helmeted head.
"Sam, what the hell?" Dean tucked his bangs behind his ears and walked up to meet Sam on the road, ignoring the weird feeling/non-feelings he was getting from his leg and arm and instead frowning at the oddly hollow sound of Sam's footsteps.
"I dunno Dean. It looks kind of like Anime."
"Yeah, I got that the place is animated."
"No, Anime. Japanese animation." Sam gestured towards Dean. "I mean the big eyes and things. There was a club at the dorm in first year. This looks like one of the things they had on."
Dean looked at his reflection in the chestplate of Sam's armor. Big eyes, stupid pointy emo hair and- oh god. A braid. He looked up, and up some more at Sam. "Okay, so the Trickster likes Japanese things. Maybe this one won't hit either of us in the junk."
Sam's enormous metal feet shifted. "I don't think I have to worry about that."
Dean snorted. "Well, yeah. You get a full suit of armor, I get stupid hair and a bathrobe."
"Yeah. Armor. I get armor." Sam coughed hollowly.
"You could at least take off the freaking helmet."
"Noooo, I couldn't."
"Why?" Japanese animation. Dean grinned. "Sammy... are you a giant robot?"
"Not exactly, but..." he sighed. "Fine." Sam reached up and took the helmet off. And had no head.
"What the- Sammy!?" Dean jumped up, grabbing the open neck of the armor, pulling himself up. He peered down into the armor expecting to see Sam further down in, like a sports mascot where the person's head only came up to the mascot suit's chest. The suit of armor was totally empty except for a symbol on the inside that he didn't recognize but knew he shouldn't touch.
"I'm the armor, Dean." Sam's voice echoed around inside the hollow armor. "This is me."
Re: Fullmetal Winchesters - Part 2/2caffienekittyNovember 9 2009, 03:15:33 UTC
All thoughts of his own metal arm and leg disappeared. Dean swallowed a sick feeling. "Sam... are you a ghost?"
"Something like that, I think."
"Are you okay?"
"I feel fine, just..." The armor shrugged slightly. "Non-biological."
Dean gritted his teeth. I'm gonna kill the frigging Trickster twice for this. A hundred times. He dropped to the ground and took a step back to look up at Sam. "We have to get out of here. You need to get back to normal."
"To do that we have to figure out what 'playing our role' means here. I didn't really watch much of it at the dorms, but they took over the TV room on Tuesday nights so I saw some." Sam's helmet turned, looking at the surrounding area. "It seems familiar though."
Dean watched the helmet swiveling around under Sam's arm. "Uh. Could you put your head on if you're going to look around. That's really disturbing."
"Sorry," said Sam, putting the helmet back on. "Look at the bright side, at least I don't have stupid hair."
Dean smirked. "Hate to break it to you, but you always have stupid hair, Sammy. Not always quite that freakishly tall, though."
Sam's helmet tilted to the side. "I didn't want to say anything, Dean, but you are kind of... short."
Suddenly Dean found himself running around in a circle, flailing his fists in the air and babbling high-speed about insignificant small things and feeling like his head might literally explode.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that!" shouted Sam over Dean's rapid-fire babble.
Dean stopped in front of Sam, panting. "What the hell was that!?"
Re: Fullmetal Winchesters - Part 2/2vikkiNovember 12 2009, 04:45:41 UTC
I love you.
That would be all, except that I have to say that I originally got into SPN when a few of my fellow FMA fans pointed this way during season 1 and said, "OMG! Supernatural is AWESOME!", and so I ended up comparing the two on occasion (and there are significant parallels), but really? THIS. Who needs meta when you could have THIS. ♥
Re: Fullmetal Winchesters - Part 2/2caffienekittyNovember 12 2009, 07:58:11 UTC
Hee! Thanks!
I saw something somewhere once that said Fullmetal Alchemist is like Supernatural if the boys used alchemy and Sam was the Impala. That brother dynamic is a very addictive thing.
Blue sky. Puffy white clouds. Bright green rolling hills. Brown roads. Most of the TV shows the Trickster had sent them into were bright, but this was beyond bright. This was... animated.
"Crap." Dean looked at himself, past the big stupid pointy blond bangs that obscured his peripheral vision. White gloves, red robes, and he didn't want to look but he was pretty sure his arm and leg were made of metal. His hair pulled at his scalp at the back and even more than not wanting to know if his limbs were made of metal, Dean did not want to know if his hair was in a pony-tail. Or something worse.
"Sam? Do you have any idea what show this is?" said Dean. Then looked behind him. No Sam. Now what? "SAM?" Dean shouted.
A loud metallic clonging approached, vibrating the ground. Dean spun around to see an eight foot tall guy in armor and something like a loincloth stomping over a hill towards him.
Fighting the sudden bizarre urge to clap his hands together, Dean took a step backwards and wished he had a gun, something with armor-piercing rounds.
"Dean! It's me!" the armored guy shouted hollowly in Sam's voice while waving an arm over his helmeted head.
"Sam, what the hell?" Dean tucked his bangs behind his ears and walked up to meet Sam on the road, ignoring the weird feeling/non-feelings he was getting from his leg and arm and instead frowning at the oddly hollow sound of Sam's footsteps.
"I dunno Dean. It looks kind of like Anime."
"Yeah, I got that the place is animated."
"No, Anime. Japanese animation." Sam gestured towards Dean. "I mean the big eyes and things. There was a club at the dorm in first year. This looks like one of the things they had on."
Dean looked at his reflection in the chestplate of Sam's armor. Big eyes, stupid pointy emo hair and- oh god. A braid. He looked up, and up some more at Sam. "Okay, so the Trickster likes Japanese things. Maybe this one won't hit either of us in the junk."
Sam's enormous metal feet shifted. "I don't think I have to worry about that."
Dean snorted. "Well, yeah. You get a full suit of armor, I get stupid hair and a bathrobe."
"Yeah. Armor. I get armor." Sam coughed hollowly.
"You could at least take off the freaking helmet."
"Noooo, I couldn't."
"Why?" Japanese animation. Dean grinned. "Sammy... are you a giant robot?"
"Not exactly, but..." he sighed. "Fine." Sam reached up and took the helmet off. And had no head.
"What the- Sammy!?" Dean jumped up, grabbing the open neck of the armor, pulling himself up. He peered down into the armor expecting to see Sam further down in, like a sports mascot where the person's head only came up to the mascot suit's chest. The suit of armor was totally empty except for a symbol on the inside that he didn't recognize but knew he shouldn't touch.
"I'm the armor, Dean." Sam's voice echoed around inside the hollow armor. "This is me."
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"Something like that, I think."
"Are you okay?"
"I feel fine, just..." The armor shrugged slightly. "Non-biological."
Dean gritted his teeth. I'm gonna kill the frigging Trickster twice for this. A hundred times. He dropped to the ground and took a step back to look up at Sam. "We have to get out of here. You need to get back to normal."
"To do that we have to figure out what 'playing our role' means here. I didn't really watch much of it at the dorms, but they took over the TV room on Tuesday nights so I saw some." Sam's helmet turned, looking at the surrounding area. "It seems familiar though."
Dean watched the helmet swiveling around under Sam's arm. "Uh. Could you put your head on if you're going to look around. That's really disturbing."
"Sorry," said Sam, putting the helmet back on. "Look at the bright side, at least I don't have stupid hair."
Dean smirked. "Hate to break it to you, but you always have stupid hair, Sammy. Not always quite that freakishly tall, though."
Sam's helmet tilted to the side. "I didn't want to say anything, Dean, but you are kind of... short."
Suddenly Dean found himself running around in a circle, flailing his fists in the air and babbling high-speed about insignificant small things and feeling like his head might literally explode.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that!" shouted Sam over Dean's rapid-fire babble.
Dean stopped in front of Sam, panting. "What the hell was that!?"
Sam nodded. "Oh yeah. I remember this one now."
"Okay, so what do we do?"
"I think you just did it."
And just like that, they were somewhere else.
(end)
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That would be all, except that I have to say that I originally got into SPN when a few of my fellow FMA fans pointed this way during season 1 and said, "OMG! Supernatural is AWESOME!", and so I ended up comparing the two on occasion (and there are significant parallels), but really? THIS. Who needs meta when you could have THIS. ♥
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I saw something somewhere once that said Fullmetal Alchemist is like Supernatural if the boys used alchemy and Sam was the Impala. That brother dynamic is a very addictive thing.
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great story!
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