Magic Dance
Author: merigirl
Characters: Dean, Sam,
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 500
Summary: Dean wakes up in a place he really shouldn't be in.
Notes/warnings: this short fic is from a conversation flamesparrow and I had about a specific 80's movie.
Dean woke up with a gasp reaching for his gun. It wasn’t there. He blinked at the bright light streaming in from the window. He rubbed his hand over his eyes and dark makeup glittered against his leather encased fingertips. “What the Fuck?” He swore jumping up off the bed and striding to the full length mirror. “No fucking way! SAM! Sammy wake up! ” Dean shouted rubbing his hands through the wild long blonde hair that stuck to his head. His eyes were rimmed in heavy eyeliner enough to make any emo proud. Dean pulled at the ruffled lace shirt than looked down at the grey tights covering his legs and leaving little to the imagination.
“Dude I’m David Bowie!” Dean smirked thrusting his hips forward in . “Awesome!”
Dean’s gaze flickered to the window at the labyrinth stretching as far as the eye could see. “Aw shit Sammy you best not be freakin Sarah! or Hoggle for that matter.” Dean growled hands on hips, annoyance vibrating though his body. A shuffling noise sound from behind and Dean turned reaching for a gun, and finding only a crystal orb. A ancient looking wooden door creaked open and into the room slipped Sam, covered head to toe in red and white stripes.
“Sammy! Dude you’re the baby!” Dean grinned. “I’m David Bowie!”
“Jareth the Goblin King.” Sam corrected leaning against the door frame, grimacing as he plucked at the striped onesie.
“We‘re in Labyrinth. Do you think Bobby is out there? I bet Bobby is Hoggle….”
“Dean…”
“…or maybe that furry red thing..”
“Ludo…Dean…”
“So if I’m the Goblin King, and you are the baby.. Then who is Sarah? Hey Sammy look!” Dean said gleefully as the crystal orb flew about his gloved hands.
“Dean!” Sam shouted glaring at his brother. Dean looked up from playing with the crystal sphere. “Have you looked out the door?”
“Er…no.” Dean frowned walking towards Sam and the iron bound door. Sam pulled the door opened and Dean gazed out into the room beyond, and a sea of eyes gazed back at him. Dean and Sam looked at each other as Sam shut the door again.
“Seriously. I mean what the fuck? Goblins.” Dean exclaimed as a scrabbling thumping sound came from behind the door.
“I don’t think its much of a what Dean, more of a who.”
“Who?”
“Well not the Doctor for starters.” Sam said as Dean looked at him blankly. Signing Sam said “Its got to be..”
“Me.” a voice called out gleefully from the window. The Trickster stood leaning against the stone window.
“Shit.” Dean swore.
“So what do you think? Personally I prefer Legend, or the Goonies but this will do. Seeing as our Sammy here is afraid of muppets. Although I suppose a Very Muppet Christmas Carol would do as well.” the Trickster grinned.
“I’m not afraid of Muppets!”
“Sammy your remember when Dad let you watch the Dark Crystal and you had nightmare for a week?”
“Dean!”
Characters: Dean, Sam,
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 500
Summary: Dean wakes up in a place he really shouldn't be in.
Notes/warnings: this short fic is from a conversation flamesparrow and I had about a specific 80's movie.
Dean woke up with a gasp reaching for his gun. It wasn’t there. He blinked at the bright light streaming in from the window. He rubbed his hand over his eyes and dark makeup glittered against his leather encased fingertips. “What the Fuck?” He swore jumping up off the bed and striding to the full length mirror. “No fucking way! SAM! Sammy wake up! ” Dean shouted rubbing his hands through the wild long blonde hair that stuck to his head. His eyes were rimmed in heavy eyeliner enough to make any emo proud. Dean pulled at the ruffled lace shirt than looked down at the grey tights covering his legs and leaving little to the imagination.
“Dude I’m David Bowie!” Dean smirked thrusting his hips forward in . “Awesome!”
Dean’s gaze flickered to the window at the labyrinth stretching as far as the eye could see. “Aw shit Sammy you best not be freakin Sarah! or Hoggle for that matter.” Dean growled hands on hips, annoyance vibrating though his body. A shuffling noise sound from behind and Dean turned reaching for a gun, and finding only a crystal orb. A ancient looking wooden door creaked open and into the room slipped Sam, covered head to toe in red and white stripes.
“Sammy! Dude you’re the baby!” Dean grinned. “I’m David Bowie!”
“Jareth the Goblin King.” Sam corrected leaning against the door frame, grimacing as he plucked at the striped onesie.
“We‘re in Labyrinth. Do you think Bobby is out there? I bet Bobby is Hoggle….”
“Dean…”
“…or maybe that furry red thing..”
“Ludo…Dean…”
“So if I’m the Goblin King, and you are the baby.. Then who is Sarah? Hey Sammy look!” Dean said gleefully as the crystal orb flew about his gloved hands.
“Dean!” Sam shouted glaring at his brother. Dean looked up from playing with the crystal sphere. “Have you looked out the door?”
“Er…no.” Dean frowned walking towards Sam and the iron bound door. Sam pulled the door opened and Dean gazed out into the room beyond, and a sea of eyes gazed back at him. Dean and Sam looked at each other as Sam shut the door again.
“Seriously. I mean what the fuck? Goblins.” Dean exclaimed as a scrabbling thumping sound came from behind the door.
“I don’t think its much of a what Dean, more of a who.”
“Who?”
“Well not the Doctor for starters.” Sam said as Dean looked at him blankly. Signing Sam said “Its got to be..”
“Me.” a voice called out gleefully from the window. The Trickster stood leaning against the stone window.
“Shit.” Dean swore.
“So what do you think? Personally I prefer Legend, or the Goonies but this will do. Seeing as our Sammy here is afraid of muppets. Although I suppose a Very Muppet Christmas Carol would do as well.” the Trickster grinned.
“I’m not afraid of Muppets!”
“Sammy your remember when Dad let you watch the Dark Crystal and you had nightmare for a week?”
“Dean!”