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TITLE: The Radio Play (1/?)
AUTHOR: i_speak_tongue & mad_server
GENRE: Gen
CHARACTERS: Sam, Dean
RATING: R for language
SPOILERS: S2? It's set after "Bloodlust."
LENGTH: 3:52
WARNINGS: Canadian accents, women playing men, dorkiness
A/N: You should have seen Tongue juggling the audio tracks. Wizard!
SUMMARY: Dean's too sick to clean his baby, so Sam takes him to a mechanical car wash. Dean doesn't liiiike it. We used this prompt as our inspiration.
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The Radio Play
"It's okay, baby."
"She's fine."
"It's inhumane, Sammy."
*sigh* "Dean, it's not like she's never been through a car wash before."
"But last time... last time they hurt her. I don't trust the evil robots..."
"Evil... dude, just have a donut, okay? Relax. You're getting all... splotchy."
*Om nom nom* " Yer... yer splotchy- Uhn. S'loud. Spinny."
"Whoa. Yeah. Okay. How 'bout you take a deep breath in for me?"
*dean chokes on donut* *cough cough cough* "Thanks. Cause being choked once today by that fuckin' ghost didn't quite do it for me." *cough*
"Hey." *fingersnap* "Over here. ...Good. Now I want you to think about the special issue of Busty Asian Beauties. The one with all the twins."
"Triplets too."
"Right. Yes. Exactly. Remember, uh... Nancy?"
"Nina. Nina and Tina." *WOOOOOSHHHH* "Fuck!"
"Hey hey hey. Right here. Nina and Tina. Uh... imagine they're giving you a nice... rub-down."
"Ughhh. Rub-down. There's two words you never wanna hear outta your brother's mouth. Ahh....ugshhhh.... gchhhhCHOOOO!"
"Gesundheit. All right, fine. How about we organize your tape collection?"
"You sayin' 's'not organized? Jus' 'cause you don't know my system..."
"Battle songs, victory songs and love songs, right? ...What do you think fits best for today, anyway?"
"Dunno if I have any wish-I-didn't save-that-racist-asswad songs."
*snort* "Yeah. How about some gotta-torch-a-freedom-fighter's-bones blues?"
"Right. We're through. We're through, right? We made it?"
"We made it! Come on, man, high five."
"Um. I gotta... I gotta see if she made it out unscathed."
"Dean... just... sit, and I'll check for you... or not."
"You're nice and clean now, baby. I don't... euushEUUUYCK! I don't see any... you're okay. You're just fine. Okay... you're fine..."
"Dude, you need to sit down, right now."
"Nuuh..."
"Dean?"
:::
"M'shirt. Gimme. My shirt. You can't have it."
"Hold still. Ugh, you're all sweaty."
"Leggoooooo! Get yer own!"
"Take it easy! You've got all your shirts right here, see? What do you think, the black one?"
*sniff sniff* "Whassat? Smells good..."
"Yeah, you like that, huh? It's Greendale Baptist Church chili. And it's all yours, as soon as you've got a clean top on."
"Fuck the shirt. S'hot n' I want my... Give it over!"
"Jeez! All right, fine. Just get back in the car before these nice people put you on YouTube."
"What? Uh... Oh. H-h-hey kiddies...."
"He's fine. It's fine. Dean... time for a lie-down, man."
"M' not wearing a shirt."
"That's OK. Seriously, get in. You don't look so good."
"I look fantastic. Chili... Uhhh..."
"Ow! Eww... fuck. Dean? ...Great. ...No, I've got him, thanks, Reverend."
TITLE: The Radio Play (1/?)
AUTHOR: i_speak_tongue & mad_server
GENRE: Gen
CHARACTERS: Sam, Dean
RATING: R for language
SPOILERS: S2? It's set after "Bloodlust."
LENGTH: 3:52
WARNINGS: Canadian accents, women playing men, dorkiness
A/N: You should have seen Tongue juggling the audio tracks. Wizard!
SUMMARY: Dean's too sick to clean his baby, so Sam takes him to a mechanical car wash. Dean doesn't liiiike it. We used this prompt as our inspiration.
Upload MP3 and download MP3 using free MP3 hosting from Tindeck.
If you want to follow along, there's also a rough text version:
The Radio Play
"It's okay, baby."
"She's fine."
"It's inhumane, Sammy."
*sigh* "Dean, it's not like she's never been through a car wash before."
"But last time... last time they hurt her. I don't trust the evil robots..."
"Evil... dude, just have a donut, okay? Relax. You're getting all... splotchy."
*Om nom nom* " Yer... yer splotchy- Uhn. S'loud. Spinny."
"Whoa. Yeah. Okay. How 'bout you take a deep breath in for me?"
*dean chokes on donut* *cough cough cough* "Thanks. Cause being choked once today by that fuckin' ghost didn't quite do it for me." *cough*
"Hey." *fingersnap* "Over here. ...Good. Now I want you to think about the special issue of Busty Asian Beauties. The one with all the twins."
"Triplets too."
"Right. Yes. Exactly. Remember, uh... Nancy?"
"Nina. Nina and Tina." *WOOOOOSHHHH* "Fuck!"
"Hey hey hey. Right here. Nina and Tina. Uh... imagine they're giving you a nice... rub-down."
"Ughhh. Rub-down. There's two words you never wanna hear outta your brother's mouth. Ahh....ugshhhh.... gchhhhCHOOOO!"
"Gesundheit. All right, fine. How about we organize your tape collection?"
"You sayin' 's'not organized? Jus' 'cause you don't know my system..."
"Battle songs, victory songs and love songs, right? ...What do you think fits best for today, anyway?"
"Dunno if I have any wish-I-didn't save-that-racist-asswad songs."
*snort* "Yeah. How about some gotta-torch-a-freedom-fighter's-bones blues?"
"Right. We're through. We're through, right? We made it?"
"We made it! Come on, man, high five."
"Um. I gotta... I gotta see if she made it out unscathed."
"Dean... just... sit, and I'll check for you... or not."
"You're nice and clean now, baby. I don't... euushEUUUYCK! I don't see any... you're okay. You're just fine. Okay... you're fine..."
"Dude, you need to sit down, right now."
"Nuuh..."
"Dean?"
:::
"M'shirt. Gimme. My shirt. You can't have it."
"Hold still. Ugh, you're all sweaty."
"Leggoooooo! Get yer own!"
"Take it easy! You've got all your shirts right here, see? What do you think, the black one?"
*sniff sniff* "Whassat? Smells good..."
"Yeah, you like that, huh? It's Greendale Baptist Church chili. And it's all yours, as soon as you've got a clean top on."
"Fuck the shirt. S'hot n' I want my... Give it over!"
"Jeez! All right, fine. Just get back in the car before these nice people put you on YouTube."
"What? Uh... Oh. H-h-hey kiddies...."
"He's fine. It's fine. Dean... time for a lie-down, man."
"M' not wearing a shirt."
"That's OK. Seriously, get in. You don't look so good."
"I look fantastic. Chili... Uhhh..."
"Ow! Eww... fuck. Dean? ...Great. ...No, I've got him, thanks, Reverend."