I am so ashamed to admit how much I watch Maury. Possibly a little OOC but I got carried away on a sugar rush. Apologies for the tiny, tiny, tiny hint of slash.
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There's another audience. A loud, abrasive audience who are whooping and waving their arms around in an obnoxious manner. Dean and Sam are sat on over stuffed red chairs, while an older woman neither of them have seen before is sobbing and clinging to...
"Dude, is that Maury Povich?" Dean asks, looking over at the grey haired man who's holding the other woman's hand.
"I try so hard, Maury!" The woman cries, "But they just don't listen! They run off, commit fraud, drink, have... have sex with strangers!"
The audience continues their shrieking, one larger woman crying out "HELLLL NO!" over the rest of the crowd.
"They fight! They desecrate graves! They steal! My little Sammy, he was drinking blood. He... he raised the devil!" She cries.
"Hey!" Sam jumps in.
Dean's laughing to himself, amused greatly by this turn of events. Sam raising the devil may not be something to laugh at. But in this environment, anything's pretty hilarious.
"And Dean... Dean won't stop it!" The woman cries, "He's been defiling angels."
"One angel!" Dean jumps in, "And technically she was human."
The crowd boos loudly. 'Hell No' adds her two cents once again. Sam's laughing now.
"Oh come on! You raised the devil, why am I the one getting booed?" Dean asks.
"He tortured souls in hell!" The woman carries on.
"Hey." Dean snaps, "We've done me!"
"And, Maury..." The woman leans in closer to the host, "I think he might be a homosexual. There's this other angel, Castiel..."
Sam's laughter and the furious cries from the crowd drown out the rest of the woman's crying testimony. Dean sinks back into his chair again.
Possibly a little OOC but I got carried away on a sugar rush.
Apologies for the tiny, tiny, tiny hint of slash.
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There's another audience. A loud, abrasive audience who are whooping and waving their arms around in an obnoxious manner. Dean and Sam are sat on over stuffed red chairs, while an older woman neither of them have seen before is sobbing and clinging to...
"Dude, is that Maury Povich?" Dean asks, looking over at the grey haired man who's holding the other woman's hand.
"I try so hard, Maury!" The woman cries, "But they just don't listen! They run off, commit fraud, drink, have... have sex with strangers!"
The audience continues their shrieking, one larger woman crying out "HELLLL NO!" over the rest of the crowd.
"They fight! They desecrate graves! They steal! My little Sammy, he was drinking blood. He... he raised the devil!" She cries.
"Hey!" Sam jumps in.
Dean's laughing to himself, amused greatly by this turn of events. Sam raising the devil may not be something to laugh at. But in this environment, anything's pretty hilarious.
"And Dean... Dean won't stop it!" The woman cries, "He's been defiling angels."
"One angel!" Dean jumps in, "And technically she was human."
The crowd boos loudly. 'Hell No' adds her two cents once again. Sam's laughing now.
"Oh come on! You raised the devil, why am I the one getting booed?" Dean asks.
"He tortured souls in hell!" The woman carries on.
"Hey." Dean snaps, "We've done me!"
"And, Maury..." The woman leans in closer to the host, "I think he might be a homosexual. There's this other angel, Castiel..."
Sam's laughter and the furious cries from the crowd drown out the rest of the woman's crying testimony. Dean sinks back into his chair again.
"Son of a -bleep-."
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I can picture this so clearly in my head.
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