America's got talent. (G)
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester.
Additional Tags: Humor, drabble, 160 words.
Summary: written for SPN100 WOW: hollow, sweet, sound and sing. Stick to what you're good at.
Characters belong to Eric Kripke and the CW. No copright infringement intended.
I write for love only.
Dean wriggled through the narrow crawl space, out into the hollow chamber beyond. Groaning as he struggled to his feet, he heard his voice rebound from the tunnels of the labyrinthine cavern. He couldn’t resist.
“Echo!” he called.
From all directions, a resonating chorus of backing singers amplified “ECHO!” “Echo!’ “EchechoCho-oooo”. Then “AAH AAH AAAAAAAAAAAAAHH” “AHH aah AAAAAAAAAHH” “aah aaahhhhhhhhh” “AAAaaa” “HA HA HA HAAA!” as he followed with the opening vocal of “Immigrant Song”, the harmonies relaying back to him in sweet surround sound.
“American Idol called,” Sam interrupted from behind. “They said, don’t give up your day job.”
Dean scoffed. “Like those asshats would know real talent if they saw it.”
“Look out!” Sam nudged him.
Ahead he could pick out three pairs of fiery red pin-pricks, and the glint of teeth in ravenous jaws beneath. The devil monkeys advanced snarling, cackling and slavering.
“Welcome to the sudden death round!” Dean growled as the brothers raised their shotguns.
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