My attempt - written very spur of the momentsaiariddleNovember 8 2009, 18:09:52 UTC
First shot at one of these - it probably sucks. But I couldn't resist, especially when considering the familiar face Psych had this season. In fact, this won't make sense unless you have seen that particular episode. xD
Another white flash. Dean was getting tired of these transitions. It was like they were in a poorly made youtube music video that some kid had done in their basement.
Oh shit. He really hoped that youtube didn't classify as TV.
"Dean... what are you doing?" Sam poked Dean with one finger.
"Oh. Are we in some other place now? I couldn't really tell. It's sort of all blending together."
But Dean was right. It didn't look they were in any place strange. It was somewhere in the high desert. But then they noticed the buildings. They were that "western" look that obviously was just what people in the 21st century thought a western town might look like.
"Oh geez, are we in Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman?"
A man spun on his heel, dressed in cowboy boots with absurdly large spurs and a hat that had a thin strand of leather connecting one side to the other. "No, but if we were, he would definitely be Sully... or Scully."
The man he pointed to gave him a look of disgust. "That's the X-Files, Shawn. You're getting your 90's pop culture references screwed up again."
"Wait, what?" Sam asked, looking between the two of them, then at Dean, then back at the guy identified as Shawn. He was completely lost. "Where are we?"
Shawn straightened his back and threw back his shoulders, as though in an attempt to look bigger against the two imposing brothers. He sucked in a huge breath and then spit on the ground in front of them. Dean was still trying to process it all. This guy had a TV show??? On what channel? Must have been basic cable.
"Depends on who's asking. I am the sheriff in these parts, you understand." He affected an overzealous Texan accent and dug his thumbs into his belt loops, giving them a long, analytical look.
"Right, tough guy," Dean said, his patience already wearing thin. "Sure you are. Let's just say we're two guys who aren't big enough for your town and we'll call it a day. Now where's the interstate?"
"Uh Dean..." Sam nudged Dean and pointed out in front of them. There, about 10 feet in front of them was an older man wearing poorly fitting chaps and a very familiar beard style.
"Bobby!?!" Dean and Sam exclaimed at the same time. What the hell was he doing here?
Re: My attempt - written very spur of the momenthearditbothwaysNovember 9 2009, 11:17:48 UTC
Loved, loved, loved this! If Dean&Sam should ever meet Shawn&Gus I think the universe might implode of awesomeness. Infact - should either Jared or Jensen ever make a movie or TV show with James Roday... I might die.
Another white flash. Dean was getting tired of these transitions. It was like they were in a poorly made youtube music video that some kid had done in their basement.
Oh shit. He really hoped that youtube didn't classify as TV.
"Dean... what are you doing?" Sam poked Dean with one finger.
"Oh. Are we in some other place now? I couldn't really tell. It's sort of all blending together."
But Dean was right. It didn't look they were in any place strange. It was somewhere in the high desert. But then they noticed the buildings. They were that "western" look that obviously was just what people in the 21st century thought a western town might look like.
"Oh geez, are we in Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman?"
A man spun on his heel, dressed in cowboy boots with absurdly large spurs and a hat that had a thin strand of leather connecting one side to the other. "No, but if we were, he would definitely be Sully... or Scully."
The man he pointed to gave him a look of disgust. "That's the X-Files, Shawn. You're getting your 90's pop culture references screwed up again."
"Wait, what?" Sam asked, looking between the two of them, then at Dean, then back at the guy identified as Shawn. He was completely lost. "Where are we?"
Shawn straightened his back and threw back his shoulders, as though in an attempt to look bigger against the two imposing brothers. He sucked in a huge breath and then spit on the ground in front of them. Dean was still trying to process it all. This guy had a TV show??? On what channel? Must have been basic cable.
"Depends on who's asking. I am the sheriff in these parts, you understand." He affected an overzealous Texan accent and dug his thumbs into his belt loops, giving them a long, analytical look.
"Right, tough guy," Dean said, his patience already wearing thin. "Sure you are. Let's just say we're two guys who aren't big enough for your town and we'll call it a day. Now where's the interstate?"
"Uh Dean..." Sam nudged Dean and pointed out in front of them. There, about 10 feet in front of them was an older man wearing poorly fitting chaps and a very familiar beard style.
"Bobby!?!" Dean and Sam exclaimed at the same time. What the hell was he doing here?
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And thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it. I couldn't resist.
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xoxo
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