Fic: Superbad VIII: Constructive Criticism (1/1)
A/N The author of this fic is Vayshti, not Vashti. I'm sorry for the blunder. Particularly since I double checked the spelling at least once (to make sure the hti part was correct).
Now I'm completely embarrassed. I hope both Vayshti and vashti will both accept my apologies.
-pen.
Fic: Superbadfic VIII: Constructive Criticism (1/1)
Story by: Pen37
Photos by: screencap paradise,
Summary: Sam's turn to get tied up. The author may have a bondage kink.
Author: pen37,
Suefic Author:
vayshti
Beta:
lyonza
Fandom: Supernatural
Classification: Gen
Characters: Sam, Dean
pairings: None
The rest of the superbadfic series is here.
Rating: G
Warning: There are photos. May not be dialup friendly.
Sam sighed, and rolled his eyes as he shifted uncomfortably in the chair that he'd been tied to. Once again.
This was becoming a regular occurrence. It was supposed to be a frightening thing to get tied up. Wasn't it? It wasn't supposed to feel like old-hat.
But Dean was free, and presumably speeding to the rescue. So Sam figured that he'd be loose by dinner time.
His captor had a nervous tic and crazy eyes. She sat down across from him, pulled her laptop onto her knees, and started to read.
"SO once upon a time there was a girl called Mary, and she was nice girl. Too nice. And because she was so nice, and pretty, she was an easy target for all the bad men, and so one night she was reaped by two alcoholics and left for ded and she screamed, but her voice was weak and noone heard her, and so she died. "
Sam blinked at that. Mary? As in Mary Sue? He figured whoever she was, she was trying to kill him by making his brains dribble out his ears. It might have worked except for . . .
"Reaped? She was reaped? As in a reaper got her?
The girl frowned at him. The tic in her eye became more noticeable. She kept on as if she hadn't heard him.
"An so the legind grewed that thar was a Woman In White in Hotsprings, Californica . . ."
"I think. . . Didn't the Red Hot Chili Peppers have a song with that title? No, wait. That was Californication." Sam was getting into his act. The criticism came easily. All he had to do was pretend to be Dean, and turn off his brain-to-mouth filter.
The girl stared at him incredulously. Then, giant, fat crocodile tears rolled down her eyes.
"You're so meaaaaannn!" she wailed. Suddenly, her clothes began to smoke. Before Sam's eyes, she burst into flames.
Just as she was reduced to a pile of smoldering ash, Dean kicked in the door.
"Sam?" He looked from the pile of ash to his brother and back.
"I was a captive audience," Sam said. "Near as I can tell, she's a succubus who discovered fanfiction."
Dean toed the pile of ash thoughtfully. "So you flamed her?"
"It was constructive criticism," Sam said. "I can't help it if she thought it was flaming."
A/N: Here's Vayshti's fic in it's entirety:
Nice girls go to heven.
SO once upon a time there was a girl called Mary, and she was nice girl. Too nice. And because she was so nice, and pretty, she was an easy target for all the bad men, and so one night she was reaped by two alcoholics and left for ded and she screamed, but her voice was weak and noone heard her, and so she died.
But she was only nice on the outside. NAD so wtih her last die-ing breathe she vowed vengeance on all the men of Hotsprings, Californica, and that she would be the one to teach them all a lesson.
An so the legind grewed that thar was a Woman In White in Hotsprings, Californica, and of course, this meant our two boys had to high tail it over there and give the legend a squiz.
‘BORING!’ Dean Said.
‘Why?’ said Sam.
‘Because we’s hunted women in white befour, Dude!’ Dean said.
Sam raised his eyebrows all knowing-like. ‘Not like this one. Apparently.’
‘Well. Is she a Woman In Wite?’
‘Check.’ Said Sam, a big cheesy smirk of smirkness on his face. He loved teasing Dean.
Dean crossed his arms and waggled his head. He knew he was hot. ‘And are guys who are evil and cheat on their girlfriends or whatever getting totally pwned and exactly what they deserve because they are the lying cheating bastards that they are?’
Sam pouted. He hadn’t expected Deans street smartz to already get the better than his fabulous grade point average. ‘Well, not quite.’
‘Not quite what, Dude?’
‘Well they all seem to be nice guyz. Never cheat in their wives or nothing sinister and evil like that. But then they are all found dead in the best little whore house in town, which has been closed for YEARS, so there’s no hookers there to do what they did to them.’
‘Huh.’ Sam’s detective skills floored Dean dead. But only for a moment.
‘You sure this is our family business and not some raffia-type family business, Dude Sammy?’ Dean questioned.
‘She was seen. Twice. By ppl who know here. But get this. She wasn’t wearing white. She was wearing her old school uniform. Witch had black shiny school shoes, and white knee-high socks, with a white shirt and school tie and pig tails and a blazer and she looked utterly adorable.’ Sam droned.
‘So she wasn’t technicality a woman in wite. More a girl in school unform.’ Dean leered. ‘Gotta love that.’
Sam shot Dean a pissy face. ‘Dude!’ Sam said.
Dean threw his hands up in mock innocents before he realised he had to grip the wheel again because he was actually driving the big, black 1937 Cheverolet Impaler. To their destination:
The Whore House.
When they finally got there, they were hot and annoyed with spending so much time in each others company, and yet they weren’t really annoyed at all. It was just to keep up appearances. And so they went in with their EMF readers squealing and they saw this Mary girl skipping and singing in her school uniform just as the EMF readers squealed theyr last time and broked.
‘Dude!’ Said Dean.
‘What?’ Said Sam.
‘She broke our EMF readers. I’ve never seen a ghost so strong.’ Said Dean.
‘Huh.’ Said Sam.
They followed where they saw Mary going witch was down into the basement. They both had their shotguns resting on the top of their borad shoulders. But magically, Sam got separated from Dean, and so only Dean got to confront the Mary ghost.
In the basement it was full of bondage gear. For some reason the whore house had left all their tools there, not that Dean had time to think about that because as soon as he walked into the room ,the Mary gost pinned him to the wall with her riding crop and breathed hot, heavy ghost air in his ear. ‘Are you ready to be punished?’
For she wasn’t in a school uniform any more. She had changed into a truly awesome dominatrix with 14 inch spiked [paten t leather boots and a corset and a clincher and her soft creamy skin fully gleamed above her outfit of sin.
Dean swallowed hard. But not as hard as something else. Did he say ‘yes?’ or ‘no?’ for he didn’t know what would piss this Mary chick off. So he did what he always did.
He opened his mouth and yelled ‘SAMMY!’
But sam didn
‘t cum.
‘Shit.’ Said Dean.
Mary trailed the riding crop across his chest. Flicking a nipple with it. Dena convulsed like he’d been tied to an electric chair. ‘Qhy are you punishing me, Mary? I didn’t do anything to you.’
‘Men are pigs.’ Said Mary. She licked his jaw, and Dean realised that she was giving him the full ectoplasm treatment when he felt the goo. She really was that strong a spirit. A simple salting was never going to get rid of her. And so he found himself humming as he racked his brains for answers, but all he could think about was his mum, another Mary, another nice girl who had had Bad Things happen to her. And so when he next spoke it was visions of his mummy that drove his words. ‘I LOVE YOU!’
The Mary stopped grinding her stiletto heel into his tentacles and looked at him curiously. ‘Really?’
‘Yes, really. I love you.’
She smiled, even as she was fading away. ‘That was all I needed to hear. Thankyou, Dean Winchester.’
And then she was gone.
And now all Dean had to do was wait for his baby brother to find him and get him out of the manacles on the wall.
Or maybe not.