Fic: Dude, That's My Car! - Drabble, Crack, SPN/CW RPF, PG-13
Um, idek. So, okay, I continue to mock how Jared can't even fit into that new stupid car Sam Winchester is driving. Then I'm scrolling around looking at people's reactions to 6.01, and I see this in alasse's journal - could that car be more douchey? MAYBE HE WAS POSSESSED BY CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY.
And then this kind of fell out of my face. It's not that exactly, because Sam isn't possessed - but it does explain how that stupid pussy car is all Chad Michael Murray's fault (as are most things - sorry babe, you know I love you, but come on.)
And now I have rambled for longer than the actual story.
147 words <--still not the shortest thing I have ever written. Rated PG-13 for, you know, Chad.
Title: Dude, That’s My Car!
Author: dodger_sister
Fandom: CW RPF/Supernatural
Category: Altered Reality, Crack, Crossover, Drabble, General, Humor
Characters/Pairing: Chad Michael Murray and Sam Winchester & Christian Campbell
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Chad actually opens his mouth and speaks.
Spoilers: Very, very mildly SPN S6.
Summary: Where the hell did Sam even get that car from?
Word Count: 147 words.
Date Written: 09/30/2010
Disclaimer: Don’t own Supernatural. Want to own Chad. Wrote this. Didn’t make any money on this.
Beta’d: It’s 147 words, people. No.
Author's Notes: My reaction to Sam’s stupid new pussy car was, “Can Jared even fit in that thing?”. Then as I was reading through episode reactions for 6.01, I saw the best comment from alasse - could that car be more douchey? MAYBE HE WAS POSSESSED BY CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY - and then this just sort of fell out of me. It’s not Sam being possessed by Chad, but it does explain how that stupid car is all Chad’s fault.
Dedication: To alasse for inspiring this crack.
“S'up, bitches," Chad hollered and came striding into the room.
"Oh good, he's back," Christian drawled and threw an empty soda can at Chad's head.
"The fuck was that for?" Chad asked and rubbed at his temple.
"Because I can't believe we are related to you."
Chad scowled and then turned to Sam and pointed a finger. "You! Did you drive my car?"
"Yes," Sam said without looking up from where he was cleaning his gun.
"You moved the seat all the way back and tilted it all weird."
"Only way I can fit in it."
"Well, stop that," Chad said and flicked Sam in the side of the head.
"Your car is for pussies," Sam told him, still not looking up.
"You’re a pussy," Chad said.
Chad woke up an hour later on the floor of his bedroom with an ice pack pressed to his face.
The End
And then this kind of fell out of my face. It's not that exactly, because Sam isn't possessed - but it does explain how that stupid pussy car is all Chad Michael Murray's fault (as are most things - sorry babe, you know I love you, but come on.)
And now I have rambled for longer than the actual story.
147 words <--still not the shortest thing I have ever written. Rated PG-13 for, you know, Chad.
Title: Dude, That’s My Car!
Author: dodger_sister
Fandom: CW RPF/Supernatural
Category: Altered Reality, Crack, Crossover, Drabble, General, Humor
Characters/Pairing: Chad Michael Murray and Sam Winchester & Christian Campbell
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Chad actually opens his mouth and speaks.
Spoilers: Very, very mildly SPN S6.
Summary: Where the hell did Sam even get that car from?
Word Count: 147 words.
Date Written: 09/30/2010
Disclaimer: Don’t own Supernatural. Want to own Chad. Wrote this. Didn’t make any money on this.
Beta’d: It’s 147 words, people. No.
Author's Notes: My reaction to Sam’s stupid new pussy car was, “Can Jared even fit in that thing?”. Then as I was reading through episode reactions for 6.01, I saw the best comment from alasse - could that car be more douchey? MAYBE HE WAS POSSESSED BY CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY - and then this just sort of fell out of me. It’s not Sam being possessed by Chad, but it does explain how that stupid car is all Chad’s fault.
Dedication: To alasse for inspiring this crack.
“S'up, bitches," Chad hollered and came striding into the room.
"Oh good, he's back," Christian drawled and threw an empty soda can at Chad's head.
"The fuck was that for?" Chad asked and rubbed at his temple.
"Because I can't believe we are related to you."
Chad scowled and then turned to Sam and pointed a finger. "You! Did you drive my car?"
"Yes," Sam said without looking up from where he was cleaning his gun.
"You moved the seat all the way back and tilted it all weird."
"Only way I can fit in it."
"Well, stop that," Chad said and flicked Sam in the side of the head.
"Your car is for pussies," Sam told him, still not looking up.
"You’re a pussy," Chad said.
Chad woke up an hour later on the floor of his bedroom with an ice pack pressed to his face.
The End