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#2: Dragchesters
Winchester boys in drag. John, wherever he was, would probably be having sudden heartburn and not know why.
1. Write a scene where Dean and Sam (from the TV series Supernatural) have to dress in drag. Come up with why, and what they are wearing, and what they plan to accomplish while pretending to be women.
1. EXT- NIGHT- A DARK PARKINGLOT INT- VAN
SCENE: Interior of a van, stripped of seats, windows tinted. The carpet is shag. Two low chests on the floor contain weapons. Two dresses are laid out on them. Feather boas and shoes, one hat and two coiffed wigs.
DEAN WINCHESTER sits crosslegged at one end of the van, SAM WINCHESTER sits likewise at the other. DEAN appears as if he is torn between killing someone or keeling over dead. SAM appears to be calmly disgusted but resigned to the fate.
DEAN:
(glaring at the dressed then at SAM)
Dude. I am not doing this.
SAM:
(sighs, gestures, tries in vain to explain)
You don’t have to like it…
DEAN:
(agreeing vehemently)
You’re right, because I’m not doing it. We’ll just sneak in after hours…
SAM grabs a feather boa and throws it at DEAN. He starts to untie his shoes while he argues with the air of one who knows his head keeps slamming into a wall, but can’t quite stop it from happening.
SAM:
You know the phantom doesn’t appear after hours, Dean. It’s only at the highlight of the show when it shows up and starts trouble.
DEAN:
(watching SAM with a depressed look, boa thrown down)
Why do I have to wear the dress again?
SAM:
(pauses, nailing DEAN with one of his candid, you know this is the best course looks)
Because you don’t want a guy in drag to latch onto you like a kid to the latest Batman action figure, that’s why.
DEAN:
(petting the boa, giving SAM sarcasm in spades)
Oh, did they teach transvestite mating rituals in college, or was that extra curricular?
SAM shoots DEAN an uncaring look. He’s pulling off his shirt. A gratuitous shot of skin for the fans. He throws it over his shoulder.
In the background, a couple of people pass close by the van and pause to look in. Spotting the dresses and SAM disrobing, the couple looks at each other and back into the van. They do not appear to be planning on being voyeurs, they seem that they just can’t quite walk away from the odd scene of SAM’s naked back, feathers, sequins and DEAN looking angry.
SAM:
(reaching out to DEAN with a hand)
Whatever. Hand me the blonde wig.
DEAN makes a face and bends down, disappearing from the sight of the watchers outside the van. They watchers look at each other and one grabs the other, covering her/his face with a hand. The other looks aghast, and both take half a step back, but haven’t been able to tear themselves away from the scene yet.
DEAN:
(looking and feeling around one of the chests, he grumbles)
I lost the sparkly hair thingies that was in it.
SAM:
(a smirk of confusion)
How did you do that?
DEAN:
(irritated)
I don’t know…
SAM:
(smirk becomes amused)
Don’t tell me. You were playing with it. And you pick on me for wearing a dress…
DEAN:
(sitting up, wig in one hand, sparkly hair pins in the other, retorting angrily)
Was not!...
(he spots the people looking in the window and shakes the wig at them, shouting very loudly)
Hey! Get outta here! What? You never seen two queens suiting up before? Jeez!
The two watchers break and run away. DEAN looks at SAM and snorts, making a non-verbal comment on people with his expression.
SAM and DEAN play nearly naked twister in the back of the van, trying to get undressed and re-dressed into the sequined gowns that more or less fit them. At the end of the fumbling and rolling, they are again sitting at opposite ends of the van, looking at each other. SAM reaches out to fix DEAN’s brunette wig. DEAN slaps his hand away, then squints at SAM.
DEAN:
I think you’d look better as the brunette.
SAM:
(thoughtful look at DEAN)
Yeah… maybe.
They switch.
DEAN:
That’s a little better.
SAM:
(snickers)
You are one fugly looking woman.
DEAN:
(looking down, slightly offended)
Am not. People are totally going to see how bad you stuffed your bra and laugh you out of the club, dude.
SAM:
(laughing out loud, now, making a feminine gesture)
Girl, please!
DEAN scowls and smacks his arm. SAM stops laughing and gives him a dirty look. He turns around and opens the back door of the van and climbs out, fumbling with his dress. SAM climbs out and stalks by him.
SAM:
(over his shoulder, past the feather boa)
See if I help you with your makeup, once we get inside.
DEAN:
(shutting the van door with an unladylike slam and shooting back)
I don’t need your help.
DEAN follows SAM to the club’s back door, swinging his purse. He stumbles on the high heels a few times, grumbling non-verbal curses the whole way.
fin
1. Write a scene where Dean and Sam (from the TV series Supernatural) have to dress in drag. Come up with why, and what they are wearing, and what they plan to accomplish while pretending to be women.
1. EXT- NIGHT- A DARK PARKINGLOT INT- VAN
SCENE: Interior of a van, stripped of seats, windows tinted. The carpet is shag. Two low chests on the floor contain weapons. Two dresses are laid out on them. Feather boas and shoes, one hat and two coiffed wigs.
DEAN WINCHESTER sits crosslegged at one end of the van, SAM WINCHESTER sits likewise at the other. DEAN appears as if he is torn between killing someone or keeling over dead. SAM appears to be calmly disgusted but resigned to the fate.
DEAN:
(glaring at the dressed then at SAM)
Dude. I am not doing this.
SAM:
(sighs, gestures, tries in vain to explain)
You don’t have to like it…
DEAN:
(agreeing vehemently)
You’re right, because I’m not doing it. We’ll just sneak in after hours…
SAM grabs a feather boa and throws it at DEAN. He starts to untie his shoes while he argues with the air of one who knows his head keeps slamming into a wall, but can’t quite stop it from happening.
SAM:
You know the phantom doesn’t appear after hours, Dean. It’s only at the highlight of the show when it shows up and starts trouble.
DEAN:
(watching SAM with a depressed look, boa thrown down)
Why do I have to wear the dress again?
SAM:
(pauses, nailing DEAN with one of his candid, you know this is the best course looks)
Because you don’t want a guy in drag to latch onto you like a kid to the latest Batman action figure, that’s why.
DEAN:
(petting the boa, giving SAM sarcasm in spades)
Oh, did they teach transvestite mating rituals in college, or was that extra curricular?
SAM shoots DEAN an uncaring look. He’s pulling off his shirt. A gratuitous shot of skin for the fans. He throws it over his shoulder.
In the background, a couple of people pass close by the van and pause to look in. Spotting the dresses and SAM disrobing, the couple looks at each other and back into the van. They do not appear to be planning on being voyeurs, they seem that they just can’t quite walk away from the odd scene of SAM’s naked back, feathers, sequins and DEAN looking angry.
SAM:
(reaching out to DEAN with a hand)
Whatever. Hand me the blonde wig.
DEAN makes a face and bends down, disappearing from the sight of the watchers outside the van. They watchers look at each other and one grabs the other, covering her/his face with a hand. The other looks aghast, and both take half a step back, but haven’t been able to tear themselves away from the scene yet.
DEAN:
(looking and feeling around one of the chests, he grumbles)
I lost the sparkly hair thingies that was in it.
SAM:
(a smirk of confusion)
How did you do that?
DEAN:
(irritated)
I don’t know…
SAM:
(smirk becomes amused)
Don’t tell me. You were playing with it. And you pick on me for wearing a dress…
DEAN:
(sitting up, wig in one hand, sparkly hair pins in the other, retorting angrily)
Was not!...
(he spots the people looking in the window and shakes the wig at them, shouting very loudly)
Hey! Get outta here! What? You never seen two queens suiting up before? Jeez!
The two watchers break and run away. DEAN looks at SAM and snorts, making a non-verbal comment on people with his expression.
SAM and DEAN play nearly naked twister in the back of the van, trying to get undressed and re-dressed into the sequined gowns that more or less fit them. At the end of the fumbling and rolling, they are again sitting at opposite ends of the van, looking at each other. SAM reaches out to fix DEAN’s brunette wig. DEAN slaps his hand away, then squints at SAM.
DEAN:
I think you’d look better as the brunette.
SAM:
(thoughtful look at DEAN)
Yeah… maybe.
They switch.
DEAN:
That’s a little better.
SAM:
(snickers)
You are one fugly looking woman.
DEAN:
(looking down, slightly offended)
Am not. People are totally going to see how bad you stuffed your bra and laugh you out of the club, dude.
SAM:
(laughing out loud, now, making a feminine gesture)
Girl, please!
DEAN scowls and smacks his arm. SAM stops laughing and gives him a dirty look. He turns around and opens the back door of the van and climbs out, fumbling with his dress. SAM climbs out and stalks by him.
SAM:
(over his shoulder, past the feather boa)
See if I help you with your makeup, once we get inside.
DEAN:
(shutting the van door with an unladylike slam and shooting back)
I don’t need your help.
DEAN follows SAM to the club’s back door, swinging his purse. He stumbles on the high heels a few times, grumbling non-verbal curses the whole way.
fin