I hope your apple pie is freakin' worth it!
A while back, I promised a friend I would write a Supernatural fanfic as part of Not My Fandom Fest, which is basically where people write ficlets for fandoms they are not actually a part of. I've been putting off delivering on my promise, but I saw that this meme demanded a fanfic, and since it's not as fun to simply link you to another person's fic, or to my own old, crappy fic, I present you with a new, crappy fic instead!
Keep in mind that I only have a vague idea of what goes on in Supernatural, and I've only watched like, half an episode from the first season way back when Supernatural was shiny and new. Also it has a lot of swearing. I'm sorry, Supernatural fans. I'm sorry people who appreciate good writing. I'm sorry everyone.
Day 15 → A fanfic
It was nearing midnight. Sam and Dean were driving down some dark dirt road, their headlights casting two ominous beams in front of them.
"Shit this is creepy. What are we even doing here?" Dean said, nervously.
"You're the one who wanted to become a demon hunter. Rah rah honour dad demons rah rah"
"Hey, fuck you."
They arrived at an abandoned warehouse, where this week's demon was um, demoning at. Allegedly. "So. Demon. Inside." said Sam, consulting The Demon Book of Demons. Because he was the smart one and went to university and reads books and didn't even want to be in the demon slaying business anyway.
Dean gripped his demon-slaying device. "I got this one" he muttered, running up to the warehouse door and kicking it down. "I'M READY, MOTHERFUCKERS!" he screamed into the darkness.
Silence.
Dust rose at his feet. Just then, Sam caught up with him. "You idiot!" he said, slamming The Demon Book of Demons into the side of Dean's head.
"Demons! Slaying! Daddy! Avenge!" shouted Dean, to no one in particular. But their shouting aroused the demon, which came swooping down from the rafters at that exact moment.
"Bitch, I'mma take you down!" Dean yelled, charging with his demon-slaying device.
Sam stood in the doorway, running his fingers through his hair and looking cool.
Dean slay the demon, with nary a scratch, except for a large, bloody gash across his torso.
"Um, you're kind of blee--"
"Worth it." Dean said, trying to walk in a straight line even though he obviously needed some medical attention. "Now, I have to go make out with Castiel."
And all the fangirls squealed.
Keep in mind that I only have a vague idea of what goes on in Supernatural, and I've only watched like, half an episode from the first season way back when Supernatural was shiny and new. Also it has a lot of swearing. I'm sorry, Supernatural fans. I'm sorry people who appreciate good writing. I'm sorry everyone.
Day 15 → A fanfic
It was nearing midnight. Sam and Dean were driving down some dark dirt road, their headlights casting two ominous beams in front of them.
"Shit this is creepy. What are we even doing here?" Dean said, nervously.
"You're the one who wanted to become a demon hunter. Rah rah honour dad demons rah rah"
"Hey, fuck you."
They arrived at an abandoned warehouse, where this week's demon was um, demoning at. Allegedly. "So. Demon. Inside." said Sam, consulting The Demon Book of Demons. Because he was the smart one and went to university and reads books and didn't even want to be in the demon slaying business anyway.
Dean gripped his demon-slaying device. "I got this one" he muttered, running up to the warehouse door and kicking it down. "I'M READY, MOTHERFUCKERS!" he screamed into the darkness.
Silence.
Dust rose at his feet. Just then, Sam caught up with him. "You idiot!" he said, slamming The Demon Book of Demons into the side of Dean's head.
"Demons! Slaying! Daddy! Avenge!" shouted Dean, to no one in particular. But their shouting aroused the demon, which came swooping down from the rafters at that exact moment.
"Bitch, I'mma take you down!" Dean yelled, charging with his demon-slaying device.
Sam stood in the doorway, running his fingers through his hair and looking cool.
Dean slay the demon, with nary a scratch, except for a large, bloody gash across his torso.
"Um, you're kind of blee--"
"Worth it." Dean said, trying to walk in a straight line even though he obviously needed some medical attention. "Now, I have to go make out with Castiel."
And all the fangirls squealed.