SPN MST: Castiel's First MST.
Hello? Anyone there? I bring juicy MST.
There are spoilers for Season 4... unless you already know who Castiel is.
Dean: Sammy! It seems Lilith has sent something for you!
Sam: *opens e-mail* GAH!
Dean: *takes a look* Jesus!
Castiel: *appears* No, I am not the Lord.
Dean: *sighs* Cas, it's just a... well, nevermind. Anyway, I'm glad you've arrived, we're in a pretty critical situation.
Castiel: *quickly assesses the situation* How can a written text reduce Samuel in such a state?
Dean: Read it and you'll see...
Abbie’s POV:
Hi my names Abbie Dunswel, I’m
Dean: *Dark Helmet* your father's brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate.
Castiel: *unvoluntary Lone Starr* And that makes us...
Dean: *Dark Helmet* Absolutely nothing!
16 years old I have blueiish to green eyes mostly blue,
All: HUH?
and dark brown hair that goes up to my shoulders,
Castiel: Unless there has been some change in human physiology when I wasn't around, her hair should go down to her shoulders, not up.
there’s nothing special about me except for the sprinkle of freckles around my nose and cheeks, and that I’m good at fighting off people honestly I can break your arm in one twist, oh and I live in an orphanage.
Castiel: So, there's nothing special about her, apart from the fact that there is?
Sam: That seems to be the gist of it, yes.
Castiel: I am confused.
Dean: That's what bad!fics do, Cas. Just be grateful it's not something worse.
Dunswel is my mom’s name I don’t know her at all, all I know is that she dropped me off here when I was a baby, that’s when I arrived.
Sam: My head hurts.
Castiel: Mine too.
Dean: Make that three.
I don’t know anything about my father except that his last name is Winchester.
Dean: Ok, Sammy, how many sisters with this one?
Sam: *consults document* I think we're up to... drum roll... 775, 13.
Dean: The decimals being?
Sam: Points of sanity lost during research.
Anyway there are some things you should know about me actually, you see I’m kinder an emo Goth,
Dean: Now I have a hunger for Kinder Surprise...
Castiel: Kinder is german for children, so she is children and an emo Goth? What is an emo Goth anyway?
Sam: *shows a picture to Castiel*
Castiel: It's... fascinating, if in a... depressing sort of way.
Dean: And 'emo' stands for 'emotional', though in most cases it's an excuse for choppy third-rate sentimentalism and self-pitying.
Castiel: *eyes wide* This is going to HURT.
Dean: You don't know the half of it, Cas.
don’t worry I don’t cut my wrists, you know not all emos are like that, shesh,
Dean: Could've fooled me.
great that’s my temper,
Sam: Baby's got a temper, no one can tame her!
oh I haven’t introduced you, temper meet people, people meet temper.
Dean: -Ance Brennan.
Sorry about that I’m a bit insane as the other children around here seem to put it.
Sam: *Mike Nelson* I'm going insane, I really am!
Castiel: Samuel...
Dean: He's joking, Cas. Do you remember that video I showed you the other day?
Castiel: The one with the guy and the two robots watching a movie about Evil Pagan Gods in a movie theater in space?
Dean: Right.
Castiel: Ah, he's quoting from that!
Dean: Not exactly that, but you got my drift.
Castiel: You know, I didn't get half of the jokes anyway...
Dean: I'll explain it all to you later, Cas... and Sam, stop with that wry smile.
Sam: *Puppy Dog Eyes* Smile? What smile?
Anyway continuing I like to listen to Linkin park, Jonas Brothers and King of Leon music, my favourite colour is black, purple, dark blue and blood red.
Castiel: And we care about this why?
Right now I’m in my bed room intent on running away from this shit hole, I hate it here I haven’t a friend, everyone bullies me and calls me cruel and harsh names.
Dean: It's a Sue, it's par the course.
Castiel: I thought her name was Abbie.
Sam: ....
Dean: ...
Sam: It means she's a Mary Sue, Cas-
Dean: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Only I can call him Cas.
Sam: -Tiel. *sigh* In short, that she's a nauseatingly perfect character who's better than anyone that has ever lived, is living and ever will live.
Castiel: *shocked* Even God?
Sam: I haven't yet seen such a Sue, but I wouldn't rule it out, with all the bad!fic writers who exist...
I’ve been saving up money since I was 12, so I was able to run away, and today was my lucky day.
Dean: *Announcer* For fantastic savings!
Getting out my readily prepared duffle bag I put it onto my shoulder with a heave, and walked over to my window, which there hung a rope for me to climb down to the ground with.
Sam: As opposed to a rope for her to climb up to the ceiling with.
Before I could go any further a familiar snigger stopped me in my tracks, turning around slowly I came face-to-face with Aaron Wannabe, funny name I know, and anyway as I said we came face-to-face with him literally.
Dean: Oh, great, she duplicated.
His stinky breaths coming down hard onto my face making it scrunch in utter disgust.
Sam: Breath. Singular.
Course he was handsome, but honestly that was know excuse not to brush his teeth.
Sam: No and know are not the same thing!
Backing away I said in a confident voice ‘what are you doing here, you know no one is aloud to enter without my consent’
Dean: It's like the Girls Allowed.
Castiel: 'My consent'? She's not a queen or anything...
he just sneered back at me and answered venomously ‘I don’t need your consent wrist cutter, and anyway where do you think your off to, its after curfew, miss goody-to-shoes’
Castiel: *confused*
Dean: Don't think about it, Cas. It can boggle the mind.
I held back a frustrated sigh and said calmly ‘that is of no ones concern especially you Mr. I-haven’t-used-a-toothbrush-in-years-that-my-breath-reaks-Wannabe.’
Sam: Reeks.
Dean: That was a mouthful.
Laughing in my head at my ridiculous statement while he snarled (sounding more like a snort) viciously at me raising his fist to hit me.
Dean: Ah, I knew we were missing something.
But I was to quick I grabbed his arm and turned it round in my hand until I heard a snap and a painful cry imitate from him
Sam: 'Imitate'? WTF?
then I punched him in the nose knocking him unconscious and bleed.
Dean: 'Making him unconscious and bleed' with just a punch in the nose? That must be Hulk Abbie! *looks at Castiel* Do I need to explain that?
Castiel: No... the vessel is doing that...
Dean: *a little deceived* Ok...
Sam: By the way, a punch IN the nose? This guy must have some huge nostrils!
As I repeat I have a serious temper problem. With that I turned around grabbed my duffle bag again that had fallen to the floor, I don’t know when and climbed out the window down the rope and taking of down the street with out a glance back.
Sam: ... Let's not and say we did.
Hoped you like this story,
Dean, Castiel & Sam: NO.
please review to see if there is anything I should improve,
Sam: Grammar...
Dean: Sense...
Castiel: Just about everything...
or if you have any ideas your self on what you want to happen.
Dean: I have my own self, thanks.
Abs xxxx
Dean: XOXO, Gossip Girl.
Sam: ...Gossip Girl?
Dean: What can I say? That Blair chick is pretty devious... and hot.
Castiel: Why do I have a feeling that this is just the beginning?
Dean: Because it is, Cas. At least for you. And whether you want it or not, you'll end up 'starring' in some of these fics.
Castiel: *shocked* Me?
Dean: Yup. There's already a story in which you're marrying that Bella chick from the 'Twilight' saga...
Castiel: I need to sit down.
[ Our doctor today is |
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There are spoilers for Season 4... unless you already know who Castiel is.
Dean: Sammy! It seems Lilith has sent something for you!
Sam: *opens e-mail* GAH!
Dean: *takes a look* Jesus!
Castiel: *appears* No, I am not the Lord.
Dean: *sighs* Cas, it's just a... well, nevermind. Anyway, I'm glad you've arrived, we're in a pretty critical situation.
Castiel: *quickly assesses the situation* How can a written text reduce Samuel in such a state?
Dean: Read it and you'll see...
Abbie’s POV:
Hi my names Abbie Dunswel, I’m
Dean: *Dark Helmet* your father's brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate.
Castiel: *unvoluntary Lone Starr* And that makes us...
Dean: *Dark Helmet* Absolutely nothing!
16 years old I have blueiish to green eyes mostly blue,
All: HUH?
and dark brown hair that goes up to my shoulders,
Castiel: Unless there has been some change in human physiology when I wasn't around, her hair should go down to her shoulders, not up.
there’s nothing special about me except for the sprinkle of freckles around my nose and cheeks, and that I’m good at fighting off people honestly I can break your arm in one twist, oh and I live in an orphanage.
Castiel: So, there's nothing special about her, apart from the fact that there is?
Sam: That seems to be the gist of it, yes.
Castiel: I am confused.
Dean: That's what bad!fics do, Cas. Just be grateful it's not something worse.
Dunswel is my mom’s name I don’t know her at all, all I know is that she dropped me off here when I was a baby, that’s when I arrived.
Sam: My head hurts.
Castiel: Mine too.
Dean: Make that three.
I don’t know anything about my father except that his last name is Winchester.
Dean: Ok, Sammy, how many sisters with this one?
Sam: *consults document* I think we're up to... drum roll... 775, 13.
Dean: The decimals being?
Sam: Points of sanity lost during research.
Anyway there are some things you should know about me actually, you see I’m kinder an emo Goth,
Dean: Now I have a hunger for Kinder Surprise...
Castiel: Kinder is german for children, so she is children and an emo Goth? What is an emo Goth anyway?
Sam: *shows a picture to Castiel*
Castiel: It's... fascinating, if in a... depressing sort of way.
Dean: And 'emo' stands for 'emotional', though in most cases it's an excuse for choppy third-rate sentimentalism and self-pitying.
Castiel: *eyes wide* This is going to HURT.
Dean: You don't know the half of it, Cas.
don’t worry I don’t cut my wrists, you know not all emos are like that, shesh,
Dean: Could've fooled me.
great that’s my temper,
Sam: Baby's got a temper, no one can tame her!
oh I haven’t introduced you, temper meet people, people meet temper.
Dean: -Ance Brennan.
Sorry about that I’m a bit insane as the other children around here seem to put it.
Sam: *Mike Nelson* I'm going insane, I really am!
Castiel: Samuel...
Dean: He's joking, Cas. Do you remember that video I showed you the other day?
Castiel: The one with the guy and the two robots watching a movie about Evil Pagan Gods in a movie theater in space?
Dean: Right.
Castiel: Ah, he's quoting from that!
Dean: Not exactly that, but you got my drift.
Castiel: You know, I didn't get half of the jokes anyway...
Dean: I'll explain it all to you later, Cas... and Sam, stop with that wry smile.
Sam: *Puppy Dog Eyes* Smile? What smile?
Anyway continuing I like to listen to Linkin park, Jonas Brothers and King of Leon music, my favourite colour is black, purple, dark blue and blood red.
Castiel: And we care about this why?
Right now I’m in my bed room intent on running away from this shit hole, I hate it here I haven’t a friend, everyone bullies me and calls me cruel and harsh names.
Dean: It's a Sue, it's par the course.
Castiel: I thought her name was Abbie.
Sam: ....
Dean: ...
Sam: It means she's a Mary Sue, Cas-
Dean: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Only I can call him Cas.
Sam: -Tiel. *sigh* In short, that she's a nauseatingly perfect character who's better than anyone that has ever lived, is living and ever will live.
Castiel: *shocked* Even God?
Sam: I haven't yet seen such a Sue, but I wouldn't rule it out, with all the bad!fic writers who exist...
I’ve been saving up money since I was 12, so I was able to run away, and today was my lucky day.
Dean: *Announcer* For fantastic savings!
Getting out my readily prepared duffle bag I put it onto my shoulder with a heave, and walked over to my window, which there hung a rope for me to climb down to the ground with.
Sam: As opposed to a rope for her to climb up to the ceiling with.
Before I could go any further a familiar snigger stopped me in my tracks, turning around slowly I came face-to-face with Aaron Wannabe, funny name I know, and anyway as I said we came face-to-face with him literally.
Dean: Oh, great, she duplicated.
His stinky breaths coming down hard onto my face making it scrunch in utter disgust.
Sam: Breath. Singular.
Course he was handsome, but honestly that was know excuse not to brush his teeth.
Sam: No and know are not the same thing!
Backing away I said in a confident voice ‘what are you doing here, you know no one is aloud to enter without my consent’
Dean: It's like the Girls Allowed.
Castiel: 'My consent'? She's not a queen or anything...
he just sneered back at me and answered venomously ‘I don’t need your consent wrist cutter, and anyway where do you think your off to, its after curfew, miss goody-to-shoes’
Castiel: *confused*
Dean: Don't think about it, Cas. It can boggle the mind.
I held back a frustrated sigh and said calmly ‘that is of no ones concern especially you Mr. I-haven’t-used-a-toothbrush-in-years-that-my-breath-reaks-Wannabe.’
Sam: Reeks.
Dean: That was a mouthful.
Laughing in my head at my ridiculous statement while he snarled (sounding more like a snort) viciously at me raising his fist to hit me.
Dean: Ah, I knew we were missing something.
But I was to quick I grabbed his arm and turned it round in my hand until I heard a snap and a painful cry imitate from him
Sam: 'Imitate'? WTF?
then I punched him in the nose knocking him unconscious and bleed.
Dean: 'Making him unconscious and bleed' with just a punch in the nose? That must be Hulk Abbie! *looks at Castiel* Do I need to explain that?
Castiel: No... the vessel is doing that...
Dean: *a little deceived* Ok...
Sam: By the way, a punch IN the nose? This guy must have some huge nostrils!
As I repeat I have a serious temper problem. With that I turned around grabbed my duffle bag again that had fallen to the floor, I don’t know when and climbed out the window down the rope and taking of down the street with out a glance back.
Sam: ... Let's not and say we did.
Hoped you like this story,
Dean, Castiel & Sam: NO.
please review to see if there is anything I should improve,
Sam: Grammar...
Dean: Sense...
Castiel: Just about everything...
or if you have any ideas your self on what you want to happen.
Dean: I have my own self, thanks.
Abs xxxx
Dean: XOXO, Gossip Girl.
Sam: ...Gossip Girl?
Dean: What can I say? That Blair chick is pretty devious... and hot.
Castiel: Why do I have a feeling that this is just the beginning?
Dean: Because it is, Cas. At least for you. And whether you want it or not, you'll end up 'starring' in some of these fics.
Castiel: *shocked* Me?
Dean: Yup. There's already a story in which you're marrying that Bella chick from the 'Twilight' saga...
Castiel: I need to sit down.
[ Our doctor today is |
confused ]