Sim!Winchesters Episode 8 - Go Howl At Yourself
When we last left off there seemed to be a strange change in Sam...
Well. More than just a strange change. Other than howling at the moon he seemed to get more hairy than usual and wow did that boy have an attitude! With a gutteral growl he went running off and I obviously wasn't about to let him go off alone - we didn't even know what had happened to him.
And at this point I'm going to have to hand off the story-telling to Dean. Why? Because I have no idea what they did while I was off searching for Sam. Seriously.
Right. What? I have to do what? Hell.
So Sam turns into Harry Henderson, Ashley goes off to try and comb his hair to put up into little bows, and that leaves Andie and I to try and figure out what to do. Awesome. We figured there was only one person who could help us with our problem - no it wasn't dad. Are you crazy? If we told dad what we'd let happen his youngest I'd never hear the end of it.
Off in the Impala. Mmm. Impala...
I'm so much better at this than Ashley is.
We drove around in circles for a while because Andie couldn't remember where Sim University was located. And I didn't need to ask for directions. Because I'm the eldest and I was just testing her. Oh and then I got hungry so we stopped for breakfast at this really great diner that served the best homestyle potatoes around. And the corned beef hash was so thick we could just stick a fork straight up in... what?
By the way, I need to make mention that Sim City is a dry county. I'm just saying, things could be a LOT easier otherwise, if you know what I mean.
Anyway. We pulled up to one of the dormitories on campus and saw who we were looking for.
Good thing she was strategically located out on the lawn huh? Otherwise we would've been fucked screwed in deep poop. Andie, will you stop trying to censor me?!
So anyway, this chick's name is Susan and is one of the close friends of the family. We don't have many so when we find one we Winchesters hold on tight.
Andie met her back when she was teaching some crazy-ass chemistry class or TA'ing or babysitting ... I don't know, but I'm sure Andie does. And dad knows her dad and so laaatidaa it's all a big happy relationship.
She let us chill out in her dorm room, all the while making up excuses for who we were (I got to be a dentist that day!) as we regailed her with the wonderful story of Sam becoming all feral. Most likely from that evil dog bite.
The two ladies got comfortable.
While I was stuck with the inflatable hippie chair. If Sam were there I would've made him sit in it. You're probably all thinking I'm being terribly insensitive about this whole thing. "Sam got turned into a werewolf and you're not crying!". Dude, come on. I'm writing this thing out, things must've turned out okay.
(andie note: dean's totally asleep.)
The girls did some research using the information that Susan had and all the books that she and her old man collected over the years. Maybe some backstory is in order. Susan is the lucky offspring of a werewolf expert and an herbologist. She's going into horticulture and minoring in vetrinary studies - overachiever. Sam doesn't like her very much because she actually got to go to college and stay there. He whines too much.
...where did this picture come from? I'm not sad or worried here, people. I'm uh. I'm constipated. I HAD GAS. Moving on.
After a whole lot of studying it was determined that the best way to change Sam back was with Lycanthropic B, a special potion that had to be administered directly to Sam while in his feral form. Susan was under the impression that the only way it'd be possible to do that would be when he was mating.
Yeah. That wasn't going to happen. As much as I know Ashley, she may like it kinky, but I don't think she'd go for that - and I certainly didn't want to have to WATCH. OW! I'm not going to be able to write very fast if I keep getting hit upside the head, you know.
Susan called up her family and they gave her a new game plan since mating was out of the question. There was apparently another way to get his attention to administer the potion without resorting to beastiality. But I'm not going to tell you now, it'd ruin the ending. haaa haa.
Then we got a call from Ashley. And these basically happened every half hour or so after this.
"He's not at the supermarket, Dean! Do we need potato chips?"
"He's not at the dog park, Dean! Can we get a shitzhu?"
"He's not at Sims & Noble, Dean! Do you want the new Tom Clancy?"
I swear she just decided to do her shopping and then look for Sam in her spare time. ...OW!
Meanwhile, between those "updates", the three of us had to start making the potion just in case Ashley suddenly ran into Sam at Victoria's Secret and we had to make a bee-line out of there. Luckily, Susan had access to the University's greenhouse and we found the rare plants we needed to make the Lycanthropic B.
Making it, however, took well into the night. During which time I was regailed with more Ashley calls.
"He's not at INSERT FANCY RESTAURANT NAME HERE. Do you remember if I like escargot?"
"Whaaaat?! I can't hear you! SPEAK LOUDER!"
...I'm not even going to comment. After a lot of grinding and squeezing and milking and other words that could be construed as 'naughty-sounding', the potion was finished.
Why are potions always some odd color? I always wondered that. With all the gross crap that goes into them they should always be brown - or at least a similar color to warn people of its hideous taste. I'm betting anything that thing would not taste like blueberries.
And, in the most perfect timing known to man, Ashley called saying she had found Sam and that we'd better hurry our asses over.
We said our thanks to Susan and told her we'd bring Sam by later if we all made it through okay and if not then Sam would be by later anyway but probably on a feeding frenzy and that if we weren't with him then she should probably move to a different University. Across the country.
And off we went to Misty Trails Park. Yeah, ominous sounding isn't it?
It was getting on to the early hours of the morning by the time we got there. Ashley was in a fit of panic because she had to watch Sam eat a duck from the pond. SO glad I didn't have to see that. But at the moment he was passed out from gorging himself on fowl. Ugh.
We told her the plan and, like a good sport, she didn't question it. Much.
We followed her across the bridge where we waited in the brush for her to do her part. Ashley makes great bait.
And when she got to a safe distance between Sam and us, she howled. LOUDLY.
Were-Sam woke up with a snort and a scratch and then promptly started after her. Thinking (at least this is what we THOUGHT he thought) that she was a Were-Ashley or something.
She then proceeded to run for her dear life straight over to us as Were-Sam stumbled after her in his crazy-ass hairy form. Christ was he ever ugly.
In a flash, as he got within tackling distance, Andie and Ashley started their girly howling once more to confuse horny ol' Were-Sam as I tackled him to the ground.
In that state he was dazed and not sure of what was going on with all the howling and whatnot, so it was easy enough for me to smack the tar out of the kid and force feed the potion to him. Not that I couldn't have done it anyway even without the help. But that's because I'm made of awesome.
And just as quickly as it had happened before...
Sam was Sam again, just as dawn started to peak over the verdant hills of Sim City, enveloping everything in a bright misty warmth. I can wax poetic now and again.
Well we were all happy. Yeah, I hugged the kid. Who wouldn't after their brother had been turned into a duck-eating werewolf? We decided not to tell him about that. Oh wait, he's going to find out now. Heh.
Ashley did her job (eventually) and got well enough rewarded I would say. That's my boy. Go find a room.
That same day we brought Sam by the campus (their mascot is a llama. did you know that? That's great!) to see Susan and let her know we were all still alive and that there wasn't going to be some werewolf apocolypse to worry about.
There's always so much hugging going on...
And as we drove away, back home to our freaked out and worried babysitter (since we had totally forgotten to let her know where we'd gone to) and a very pissed off german shephard, Susan did a little victory dance in our rear view mirrors. Kudos, kiddo.
...... you guys so owe me a beer.
A/N: phew. Okay guys I apologize SO MUCH for not having this up sooner. Real life kicked my ass recently. Hopefully this won't happen again for a while! But can you believe Episode 8 already? Jeepers creepers! I felt like having Dean narrate an episode would be kind of a peace offering for being AWOL lately - but let me know if you liked this better. Maybe I can switch it up week-to-week. Sam could do one, Andie could do another one...etc etc etc.
Congrats to the lovely nasus221 for being selected for this crazy-ass episode! Who's going to be the next random commenter? OooOOoOOo.
Stay tuned for next week! If you're scared of children you just might want to skip the next one ;D
♥ Ash
Well. More than just a strange change. Other than howling at the moon he seemed to get more hairy than usual and wow did that boy have an attitude! With a gutteral growl he went running off and I obviously wasn't about to let him go off alone - we didn't even know what had happened to him.
And at this point I'm going to have to hand off the story-telling to Dean. Why? Because I have no idea what they did while I was off searching for Sam. Seriously.
Right. What? I have to do what? Hell.
So Sam turns into Harry Henderson, Ashley goes off to try and comb his hair to put up into little bows, and that leaves Andie and I to try and figure out what to do. Awesome. We figured there was only one person who could help us with our problem - no it wasn't dad. Are you crazy? If we told dad what we'd let happen his youngest I'd never hear the end of it.
Off in the Impala. Mmm. Impala...
I'm so much better at this than Ashley is.
We drove around in circles for a while because Andie couldn't remember where Sim University was located. And I didn't need to ask for directions. Because I'm the eldest and I was just testing her. Oh and then I got hungry so we stopped for breakfast at this really great diner that served the best homestyle potatoes around. And the corned beef hash was so thick we could just stick a fork straight up in... what?
By the way, I need to make mention that Sim City is a dry county. I'm just saying, things could be a LOT easier otherwise, if you know what I mean.
Anyway. We pulled up to one of the dormitories on campus and saw who we were looking for.
Good thing she was strategically located out on the lawn huh? Otherwise we would've been fucked screwed in deep poop. Andie, will you stop trying to censor me?!
So anyway, this chick's name is Susan and is one of the close friends of the family. We don't have many so when we find one we Winchesters hold on tight.
Andie met her back when she was teaching some crazy-ass chemistry class or TA'ing or babysitting ... I don't know, but I'm sure Andie does. And dad knows her dad and so laaatidaa it's all a big happy relationship.
She let us chill out in her dorm room, all the while making up excuses for who we were (I got to be a dentist that day!) as we regailed her with the wonderful story of Sam becoming all feral. Most likely from that evil dog bite.
The two ladies got comfortable.
While I was stuck with the inflatable hippie chair. If Sam were there I would've made him sit in it. You're probably all thinking I'm being terribly insensitive about this whole thing. "Sam got turned into a werewolf and you're not crying!". Dude, come on. I'm writing this thing out, things must've turned out okay.
(andie note: dean's totally asleep.)
The girls did some research using the information that Susan had and all the books that she and her old man collected over the years. Maybe some backstory is in order. Susan is the lucky offspring of a werewolf expert and an herbologist. She's going into horticulture and minoring in vetrinary studies - overachiever. Sam doesn't like her very much because she actually got to go to college and stay there. He whines too much.
...where did this picture come from? I'm not sad or worried here, people. I'm uh. I'm constipated. I HAD GAS. Moving on.
After a whole lot of studying it was determined that the best way to change Sam back was with Lycanthropic B, a special potion that had to be administered directly to Sam while in his feral form. Susan was under the impression that the only way it'd be possible to do that would be when he was mating.
Yeah. That wasn't going to happen. As much as I know Ashley, she may like it kinky, but I don't think she'd go for that - and I certainly didn't want to have to WATCH. OW! I'm not going to be able to write very fast if I keep getting hit upside the head, you know.
Susan called up her family and they gave her a new game plan since mating was out of the question. There was apparently another way to get his attention to administer the potion without resorting to beastiality. But I'm not going to tell you now, it'd ruin the ending. haaa haa.
Then we got a call from Ashley. And these basically happened every half hour or so after this.
"He's not at the supermarket, Dean! Do we need potato chips?"
"He's not at the dog park, Dean! Can we get a shitzhu?"
"He's not at Sims & Noble, Dean! Do you want the new Tom Clancy?"
I swear she just decided to do her shopping and then look for Sam in her spare time. ...OW!
Meanwhile, between those "updates", the three of us had to start making the potion just in case Ashley suddenly ran into Sam at Victoria's Secret and we had to make a bee-line out of there. Luckily, Susan had access to the University's greenhouse and we found the rare plants we needed to make the Lycanthropic B.
Making it, however, took well into the night. During which time I was regailed with more Ashley calls.
"He's not at INSERT FANCY RESTAURANT NAME HERE. Do you remember if I like escargot?"
"Whaaaat?! I can't hear you! SPEAK LOUDER!"
...I'm not even going to comment. After a lot of grinding and squeezing and milking and other words that could be construed as 'naughty-sounding', the potion was finished.
Why are potions always some odd color? I always wondered that. With all the gross crap that goes into them they should always be brown - or at least a similar color to warn people of its hideous taste. I'm betting anything that thing would not taste like blueberries.
And, in the most perfect timing known to man, Ashley called saying she had found Sam and that we'd better hurry our asses over.
We said our thanks to Susan and told her we'd bring Sam by later if we all made it through okay and if not then Sam would be by later anyway but probably on a feeding frenzy and that if we weren't with him then she should probably move to a different University. Across the country.
And off we went to Misty Trails Park. Yeah, ominous sounding isn't it?
It was getting on to the early hours of the morning by the time we got there. Ashley was in a fit of panic because she had to watch Sam eat a duck from the pond. SO glad I didn't have to see that. But at the moment he was passed out from gorging himself on fowl. Ugh.
We told her the plan and, like a good sport, she didn't question it. Much.
We followed her across the bridge where we waited in the brush for her to do her part. Ashley makes great bait.
And when she got to a safe distance between Sam and us, she howled. LOUDLY.
Were-Sam woke up with a snort and a scratch and then promptly started after her. Thinking (at least this is what we THOUGHT he thought) that she was a Were-Ashley or something.
She then proceeded to run for her dear life straight over to us as Were-Sam stumbled after her in his crazy-ass hairy form. Christ was he ever ugly.
In a flash, as he got within tackling distance, Andie and Ashley started their girly howling once more to confuse horny ol' Were-Sam as I tackled him to the ground.
In that state he was dazed and not sure of what was going on with all the howling and whatnot, so it was easy enough for me to smack the tar out of the kid and force feed the potion to him. Not that I couldn't have done it anyway even without the help. But that's because I'm made of awesome.
And just as quickly as it had happened before...
Sam was Sam again, just as dawn started to peak over the verdant hills of Sim City, enveloping everything in a bright misty warmth. I can wax poetic now and again.
Well we were all happy. Yeah, I hugged the kid. Who wouldn't after their brother had been turned into a duck-eating werewolf? We decided not to tell him about that. Oh wait, he's going to find out now. Heh.
Ashley did her job (eventually) and got well enough rewarded I would say. That's my boy. Go find a room.
That same day we brought Sam by the campus (their mascot is a llama. did you know that? That's great!) to see Susan and let her know we were all still alive and that there wasn't going to be some werewolf apocolypse to worry about.
There's always so much hugging going on...
And as we drove away, back home to our freaked out and worried babysitter (since we had totally forgotten to let her know where we'd gone to) and a very pissed off german shephard, Susan did a little victory dance in our rear view mirrors. Kudos, kiddo.
...... you guys so owe me a beer.
A/N: phew. Okay guys I apologize SO MUCH for not having this up sooner. Real life kicked my ass recently. Hopefully this won't happen again for a while! But can you believe Episode 8 already? Jeepers creepers! I felt like having Dean narrate an episode would be kind of a peace offering for being AWOL lately - but let me know if you liked this better. Maybe I can switch it up week-to-week. Sam could do one, Andie could do another one...etc etc etc.
Congrats to the lovely nasus221 for being selected for this crazy-ass episode! Who's going to be the next random commenter? OooOOoOOo.
Stay tuned for next week! If you're scared of children you just might want to skip the next one ;D
♥ Ash