All we know is: he's called the Stig!saiariddleNovember 9 2009, 13:59:45 UTC
Flip. Switch.
There was a sound of applause and Dean found himself in a large group of people. They were all looking at TV screens that had just gone blank. He looked to the center of the room. There, on a raised platform, was a face he recognized.
Holy Shit. Jeremy Clarkson?
Fuck yeah. He was on Top Gear! Finally something he could sit back and enjoy for awhile.
“And now, ladies and gentleman,” Jeremy said, signaling for the audience to silence their applause. “It’s time to put a star in our reasonably priced car. This man is quite an unusual guest for our show today, and not just because he’s an American who appreciates cars.”
There was a hum of laughter through the room. Dean didn’t think it was funny.
“Let’s just say I suspect our chat on the history of his cars won’t take very long. Dean Winchester, everyone! Dean Winchester!”
Jeremy extended his arm out in Dean’s direction and he immediately became nervous. He thought the guy could definitely be funny, but what could he possibly have to say to him? He didn’t own a lambo for god’s sake.
He had to admit though, it was so cool sitting on those famous car-seat chairs. Matt Damon had sat here last season for fuck’s sake. It was freaking awesome. But it was then that Dean realized that he hadn’t seen Sam. Where was he?
“Hello Dean, good to see you.”
“And you Jeremy.”
“So I see you’ve just come from a barn raising, is that it?” Jeremy gestured at Dean’s clothes and the crowded laughed loudly.
Dean looked down at his shirt. It was still the same flannel plaid he had been wearing. “Heh. Right. Barn raising. Because that’s all we do in the US. Raise barns.”
“And sleep with your cousins, yes, but I wasn’t going to bring that up.”
Another roar of laughter.
Dean put on another of his fake smiles and pointed at Jeremy. “You got me!” The crowd loved it.
“So tell me, Dean. Your first, and as far as I can tell, your only car: the 1967 Impala. Quite a beauty. A classic American muscle car. How did you come by it?”
“It was my dad’s. Let’s just say I did a lot of lawn mowing on order to get my dad to hand over the pink slip.”
“I imagine so. You were probably wearing that shirt as well.”
More laughter. When was he going to let the shirt thing go?
“Well I don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to seeing Dean’s lap. How about all of you?”
A unison cry of “Yes!” rang through the room.
“Right, but it should be known that the track today was very wet, so we had to first hand things over to our team racing driver.” Jeremy turned to face the audience dramatically. “Some say he still believes unicorns roam the Swiss Alps and that if he eats too much cheese, he farts rainbows. All we know is: he’s called the Stig!”
All heads turned towards the screen, where the Stig was shown to be walking towards the reasonably priced car. Dean put a hand to his mouth when saw strands of brown wavy hair sticking out from underneath the helmet.
Re: All we know is: he's called the Stig!tahirireNovember 11 2009, 12:19:03 UTC
LOL. “Some say he still believes unicorns roam the Swiss Alps and that if he eats too much cheese, he farts rainbows. All we know is: he’s called the Stig!”
*DIES*
I wrote a Top gear crossover like 2 years ago and it's hysterical to me that all 3 of us spun it the same way. No WAY would Jeremy think the Impala was awesome. *highfive*
There was a sound of applause and Dean found himself in a large group of people. They were all looking at TV screens that had just gone blank. He looked to the center of the room. There, on a raised platform, was a face he recognized.
Holy Shit. Jeremy Clarkson?
Fuck yeah. He was on Top Gear! Finally something he could sit back and enjoy for awhile.
“And now, ladies and gentleman,” Jeremy said, signaling for the audience to silence their applause. “It’s time to put a star in our reasonably priced car. This man is quite an unusual guest for our show today, and not just because he’s an American who appreciates cars.”
There was a hum of laughter through the room. Dean didn’t think it was funny.
“Let’s just say I suspect our chat on the history of his cars won’t take very long. Dean Winchester, everyone! Dean Winchester!”
Jeremy extended his arm out in Dean’s direction and he immediately became nervous. He thought the guy could definitely be funny, but what could he possibly have to say to him? He didn’t own a lambo for god’s sake.
He had to admit though, it was so cool sitting on those famous car-seat chairs. Matt Damon had sat here last season for fuck’s sake. It was freaking awesome. But it was then that Dean realized that he hadn’t seen Sam. Where was he?
“Hello Dean, good to see you.”
“And you Jeremy.”
“So I see you’ve just come from a barn raising, is that it?” Jeremy gestured at Dean’s clothes and the crowded laughed loudly.
Dean looked down at his shirt. It was still the same flannel plaid he had been wearing. “Heh. Right. Barn raising. Because that’s all we do in the US. Raise barns.”
“And sleep with your cousins, yes, but I wasn’t going to bring that up.”
Another roar of laughter.
Dean put on another of his fake smiles and pointed at Jeremy. “You got me!” The crowd loved it.
“So tell me, Dean. Your first, and as far as I can tell, your only car: the 1967 Impala. Quite a beauty. A classic American muscle car. How did you come by it?”
“It was my dad’s. Let’s just say I did a lot of lawn mowing on order to get my dad to hand over the pink slip.”
“I imagine so. You were probably wearing that shirt as well.”
More laughter. When was he going to let the shirt thing go?
“Well I don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to seeing Dean’s lap. How about all of you?”
A unison cry of “Yes!” rang through the room.
“Right, but it should be known that the track today was very wet, so we had to first hand things over to our team racing driver.” Jeremy turned to face the audience dramatically. “Some say he still believes unicorns roam the Swiss Alps and that if he eats too much cheese, he farts rainbows. All we know is: he’s called the Stig!”
All heads turned towards the screen, where the Stig was shown to be walking towards the reasonably priced car. Dean put a hand to his mouth when saw strands of brown wavy hair sticking out from underneath the helmet.
Son of a bitch, Sam! I wanted to be the Stig!
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And yes, Dean doesn't have a long and varied car history, does he? One car since birth, and Daddy had it for several years prior to that as well.
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*DIES*
I wrote a Top gear crossover like 2 years ago and it's hysterical to me that all 3 of us spun it the same way. No WAY would Jeremy think the Impala was awesome. *highfive*
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I'd love to read your crossover!! Linky?
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