Title: The Effanineffable Secret
Characters: Sam, Dean
Classification: GEN, AU, alternate scene, conversation, crack
Rating: GEN, G.
Warnings: Um... None really. General second season spoilerishness. (Includes a small graphic.)
Word Count:322 words
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I am on nothing.
Summary:What if John had told Dean an entirely different secret?
A/N:Short AU Crack Conversation for the
spn_crackfic REVERSAL Challenge. Take your favourite angsty scene/episode from the series (anything, whether it's Devil's trap, In My Time of Dying or Born Under a Bad Sign) and make it cracktastic. While I wouldn't call this my favourite angsty scene, it's just begging for reversal. There's a graphic for this lunacy (generated on one of those daft "make your own avatar" sites) at the end.
Conversations
by CaffieneKitty
The Effanineffable Secret
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Timeframe:
At the lake shore in the beginning of "Hunted". AU. Craaaaaaack.
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"Before Dad died he... he told me something. Something about you."
"What? Dean, what did he tell you."
"He said... He told me you're... you're..."
"What? Evil? Half-demon? Going to lead an army of hellspawn or something? What?!"
"He told me... you're a were-kitten, Sammy."
"I knew it! I knew I was destined to... wait a minute. A what??"
"A were-kitten. I couldn't believe it either."
"But... what? When?"
"I've been thinking about it since Dad told me, and I guess it must have been ever since you were nine."
"Since I was nine? How?"
"That thing in your closet cursed you. See, I thought the kitten stuff was just a one-time curse, but I guess it stuck around."
"You've seen this happen?"
"Yeah, you were a kitten for most of a month afterward. Ginger tabby. Cute as hell. Dad did some ritual thing, though and I thought it was all over and done with a long time ago."
"Buh... But that makes no sense. I don't remember ever turning into a kitten, Dean! I would have noticed..."
"No, I wish it wasn't true, Sammy, but it is. Dad told me he's been secretly doing a transformation suppression ritual on you every month since you got cursed."
"...So, when he came to see me without me knowing at Stanford, he was-"
"-hanging in the ivy outside your window, burning catnip leaves and sacrificing a can of tuna. Or something."
"Or something?"
"Yeah. Dad didn't tell me the exact instructions for the ritual, just that it was in his journal."
"Dean, we've spent over a year going through Dad's journal looking for stuff and not once have we seen any kind of... were-kitten suppression ritual."
"Well, we weren't exactly looking for it were we?"
"Uh... Well, no."
"Anyway, we better figure it out quick, just in case you get an urge to, I dunno, sleep with a werewolf some day."
"What? Why would I do something like that?"
"I have no idea. C'mon. Finish your beer, we've gotta get you a litter box before nightfall."
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(that's all...
sort of.)
Now, here's that graphic I mentioned...
Dean Winchester and Sammy the Were-kitten, crica 1992
generated using elouai's doll maker 3