Once More with Winchesters
Title: Once More with Winchesters
Author: merigirl
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean, Sam, Bobby
Rating: PG-13 for mild language use
Warnings: , nothing spoilery, crack
Word Count: 779
Disclaimer: appologies to Kripke and to the God Joss
Notes: it hasn't been beta'd ... written for flamesparrow to cheer her up after a long converstation about musicals, Winchesters, My Little Pony and Buffy......sorry....I may add more later if the muse takes me...
The Dew Drop Inn
Somewhere in Montana
The phone starts ringing Dean opens an eye and reaches for the phone on the nightstand, knocking it to the floor. “Fuck… Hello?” he growls into the phone rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Bobby? What time is it? Yeah, we’ll be there in an hour.” He throws the covers off and marches to the bathroom where Sam is in the shower. “Sammy!”
“What Dean? “
“Bobby called were meeting him in an hour.” Dean calls out, opening the bathroom door and reaching in to flush the toilet. Sam yelps, and Dean chuckles mirthfully.
Rabid Dog Diner
along Interstate 90
Bobby is sitting at a booth, coffee beside him and a stack of books in front of him. Sam folds himself awkwardly into the booth and reaches for one of the books. Bobby smacks his hand. “Morning sunshine.” Bobby grumbles looking at his watch showing the time as ten to twelve.
“So, uh, what’s up Bobby? Research? Demons? That gargoyle in Denver?” Sam asks, as he grabs a menu and grimaces at the content. Bobby shakes his head no, and continues reading as Dean is eyeing up the waitress as she walks towards the table carrying a pot of coffee and two cups.
“Hello, I’m Candy. Today’s specials are Chicken Fried Steak, grapefruit medley, or steak and eggs. What can I get for you?” The waitress says, smiling brightly her blonde hair swinging back and forth in a high ponytail.
“Hello Candy…I‘ll have the Steak and eggs.” Dean smiles wolfishly and Sam rolls his eyes. Both boys watch the waitress’ retreating form after ordering, Dean whistles low and takes a large gulp of coffee.
“So…Did you find anything out about that ghoul in Oregon?” Sam begins as he opens his laptop on the table his fingers flying across the keys.
Dean looks up from ogling the waitresses. “Uh, so, did anything ... uh ... Happen last night? Anything… you know... Weird?”
Sam looks up from the laptop. “Dean?”
Dean looks into his coffee cup, as the waitress sets down their food.
“What do you mean weird?” Bobby frowns down at his book after the waitress has disappeared to get more coffee.
“…Uh.. Did anyone…”
“Spit it out boy!” Bobby says closing the book and reaching for another one.
“…sing…” Dean whispers and louder says. “Did anyone start..um singing last night?”
Sam’s jaw drops and he closes the laptop. “I…Dean why didn’t you say anything this morning?”
“Dude it was weird….I was cleaning the guns and then I.. you know.. Sang about cleaning gun…Bobby?”
“Well I…” Bobby scratches at his beard and readjusts his pig hat.
“I sang about…uh …pon…uh…demons…yeah.” Sam adds shuffling his huge feet under the table
“Bobby?” Dean and Sam ask in unison.
“It was ..damn it… I sang a ballad….about ghosts…”
“It was like walking into High School Musical!” Sam says.
“What?”
“UH nothing… But there was music.. I head the music…and dancing at the coffee shop”
“That would explain the blues guitar I heard while singing about glocks and bullets.” Dean mused before shoving a piece of bacon in his mouth and making a happy sound.
“It seemed so normal?”
“Disturbing.”
“fun…er demonic?”
“Bobby what the hell is it? Is it demons? shape shifters? Fairies?”
“ooh fairies! Fairies would be cool.”
“Shut up Sam.” Dean and Bobby shout in exasperation.
“Do you think it will happen again Bobby? What was it?”
“We should research it! Do we have books on this? I really don‘t think……”
We should research it!
There will be books about it!
It could be a Demon
A spell
A curse
Can it get any worse?
Is there going to be another verse?
It could be witches!
Evil dirty witches
I hate witches
Such evil skeevy bit…..
We should research it!
There will be books about it!
It could be a Demon
A spell
A curse
Can it get any worse?
Should we start to rehearse?
Sam jumps onto the table, kicking food everywhere and playing air guitar.
It’s Ponies!
Pretty Little Ponies
Prancing Dancing Little Ponies
Ponies with evil dancing cronies
Ponies!
Ponies!
It must be Ponies!
Bobby and Dean stair open mouthed at Sam, as crickets chirp in the silent diner.
We should research it!
There will be books about it!
It could be a Demon
A spell
A curse
Can it get any worse?
If this goes on any longer were going to need a hearse.
The music slows as Sam hops down from the table and opens his laptop again as Dean grabs a book from Bobby.
“Awesome!” Dean grins. “Sammy?”
“What Dean?”
“Seriously? Ponies?”
“Jerk”
“Bitch”
“Can it you igits.”
Author: merigirl
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean, Sam, Bobby
Rating: PG-13 for mild language use
Warnings: , nothing spoilery, crack
Word Count: 779
Disclaimer: appologies to Kripke and to the God Joss
Notes: it hasn't been beta'd ... written for flamesparrow to cheer her up after a long converstation about musicals, Winchesters, My Little Pony and Buffy......sorry....I may add more later if the muse takes me...
The Dew Drop Inn
Somewhere in Montana
The phone starts ringing Dean opens an eye and reaches for the phone on the nightstand, knocking it to the floor. “Fuck… Hello?” he growls into the phone rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Bobby? What time is it? Yeah, we’ll be there in an hour.” He throws the covers off and marches to the bathroom where Sam is in the shower. “Sammy!”
“What Dean? “
“Bobby called were meeting him in an hour.” Dean calls out, opening the bathroom door and reaching in to flush the toilet. Sam yelps, and Dean chuckles mirthfully.
Rabid Dog Diner
along Interstate 90
Bobby is sitting at a booth, coffee beside him and a stack of books in front of him. Sam folds himself awkwardly into the booth and reaches for one of the books. Bobby smacks his hand. “Morning sunshine.” Bobby grumbles looking at his watch showing the time as ten to twelve.
“So, uh, what’s up Bobby? Research? Demons? That gargoyle in Denver?” Sam asks, as he grabs a menu and grimaces at the content. Bobby shakes his head no, and continues reading as Dean is eyeing up the waitress as she walks towards the table carrying a pot of coffee and two cups.
“Hello, I’m Candy. Today’s specials are Chicken Fried Steak, grapefruit medley, or steak and eggs. What can I get for you?” The waitress says, smiling brightly her blonde hair swinging back and forth in a high ponytail.
“Hello Candy…I‘ll have the Steak and eggs.” Dean smiles wolfishly and Sam rolls his eyes. Both boys watch the waitress’ retreating form after ordering, Dean whistles low and takes a large gulp of coffee.
“So…Did you find anything out about that ghoul in Oregon?” Sam begins as he opens his laptop on the table his fingers flying across the keys.
Dean looks up from ogling the waitresses. “Uh, so, did anything ... uh ... Happen last night? Anything… you know... Weird?”
Sam looks up from the laptop. “Dean?”
Dean looks into his coffee cup, as the waitress sets down their food.
“What do you mean weird?” Bobby frowns down at his book after the waitress has disappeared to get more coffee.
“…Uh.. Did anyone…”
“Spit it out boy!” Bobby says closing the book and reaching for another one.
“…sing…” Dean whispers and louder says. “Did anyone start..um singing last night?”
Sam’s jaw drops and he closes the laptop. “I…Dean why didn’t you say anything this morning?”
“Dude it was weird….I was cleaning the guns and then I.. you know.. Sang about cleaning gun…Bobby?”
“Well I…” Bobby scratches at his beard and readjusts his pig hat.
“I sang about…uh …pon…uh…demons…yeah.” Sam adds shuffling his huge feet under the table
“Bobby?” Dean and Sam ask in unison.
“It was ..damn it… I sang a ballad….about ghosts…”
“It was like walking into High School Musical!” Sam says.
“What?”
“UH nothing… But there was music.. I head the music…and dancing at the coffee shop”
“That would explain the blues guitar I heard while singing about glocks and bullets.” Dean mused before shoving a piece of bacon in his mouth and making a happy sound.
“It seemed so normal?”
“Disturbing.”
“fun…er demonic?”
“Bobby what the hell is it? Is it demons? shape shifters? Fairies?”
“ooh fairies! Fairies would be cool.”
“Shut up Sam.” Dean and Bobby shout in exasperation.
“Do you think it will happen again Bobby? What was it?”
“We should research it! Do we have books on this? I really don‘t think……”
We should research it!
There will be books about it!
It could be a Demon
A spell
A curse
Can it get any worse?
Is there going to be another verse?
It could be witches!
Evil dirty witches
I hate witches
Such evil skeevy bit…..
We should research it!
There will be books about it!
It could be a Demon
A spell
A curse
Can it get any worse?
Should we start to rehearse?
Sam jumps onto the table, kicking food everywhere and playing air guitar.
It’s Ponies!
Pretty Little Ponies
Prancing Dancing Little Ponies
Ponies with evil dancing cronies
Ponies!
Ponies!
It must be Ponies!
Bobby and Dean stair open mouthed at Sam, as crickets chirp in the silent diner.
We should research it!
There will be books about it!
It could be a Demon
A spell
A curse
Can it get any worse?
If this goes on any longer were going to need a hearse.
The music slows as Sam hops down from the table and opens his laptop again as Dean grabs a book from Bobby.
“Awesome!” Dean grins. “Sammy?”
“What Dean?”
“Seriously? Ponies?”
“Jerk”
“Bitch”
“Can it you igits.”