The Amazing Flying Winchesters
THE AMAZING FLYING WINCHESTERS
Rating: K+
Genre: Humour
Characters: French Mistake JJM
Spoilers/warnings: obviously spoilers for 6.15, the French Mistake
Word Count: 200 (because I'm bad)
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
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“You’re kidding me right?”
The latest writers’ meeting had been progressing well and without incident until the powers that be had shared their latest flight of fancy with their two leads.
“You want Sam and Dean to go undercover at a haunted circus as trapeze artists?” Jensen glared across the table at his douchebag co-star, who stared back at him with equal disdain.
“You want me to swing thirty feet in the air dressed in nothing but a silver spandex handkerchief and put my life in,” Jensen spluttered furiously, waving dismissively across the table at Jared; “his hands?”
Jared leapt to his feet, opening his mouth as if to counter the sleight but the director spoke up before anything could escalate.
“Well Jensen, I guess if you can’t trust Jared,” he mused; “we could always rewrite it so that it’s Dean and Castiel who go undercover, then we can use the new guy instead; whatsisname? Barista? Belisha? Ah, yeah -Misha!
Jensen’s jaw dropped as he stared to the end of the table where Misha, the puny, wild haired little nerd sat oblivious to the altercation around him, tweeting his apparently adoring public.
Jensen sighed.
Jared it was then.
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end
Rating: K+
Genre: Humour
Characters: French Mistake JJM
Spoilers/warnings: obviously spoilers for 6.15, the French Mistake
Word Count: 200 (because I'm bad)
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
xxxxx
“You’re kidding me right?”
The latest writers’ meeting had been progressing well and without incident until the powers that be had shared their latest flight of fancy with their two leads.
“You want Sam and Dean to go undercover at a haunted circus as trapeze artists?” Jensen glared across the table at his douchebag co-star, who stared back at him with equal disdain.
“You want me to swing thirty feet in the air dressed in nothing but a silver spandex handkerchief and put my life in,” Jensen spluttered furiously, waving dismissively across the table at Jared; “his hands?”
Jared leapt to his feet, opening his mouth as if to counter the sleight but the director spoke up before anything could escalate.
“Well Jensen, I guess if you can’t trust Jared,” he mused; “we could always rewrite it so that it’s Dean and Castiel who go undercover, then we can use the new guy instead; whatsisname? Barista? Belisha? Ah, yeah -Misha!
Jensen’s jaw dropped as he stared to the end of the table where Misha, the puny, wild haired little nerd sat oblivious to the altercation around him, tweeting his apparently adoring public.
Jensen sighed.
Jared it was then.
xxxxx
end