I told Meg I'd do this, and as I have to leave to write an exam shortly after having got maybe six hours of sleep, I am in the prime condition to make good on really stupid things I promised to do.
So! Fic-type thingies request is now open!
I think anyone who would a) request something and b) have their request actually acknowledged instead of being
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"Are you trying to tell me there's nothing weird about this situation, Dean?"
"I didn't say that. I'm just sayin', maybe we should be looking elsewhere for an explanation about what the hell just happened. Not at some weird ass school or whatever the hell this place is."
"We were in Bruler, Wisconsin, Dean. Buying motor oil. Now we seem to be somewhere in Japan --"
"Without my car," Dean interjected rather mournfully.
"Which is the least of our concerns. We came from Wisconsin to this school. A logical investigating process would entail investigating the place where we appeared as the first suspect in the cause of whatever just happened ( ... )
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*dead laughing at Kon*
*huggles Kon*
Best. Ending. Line. Ever.
And poor Bart, Wally's gots twins. The world should be scared, very scared.
And y'know, I always thought Kon and Cass's TT outfits were y'know, supposed to match each other. The Black Tees and the slackeriffic, in that too cool for kevlar/nomex type way.
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My choice is 'Iconoclasim and Heresy'.
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"That should have worked!" said Sam, peering carefully over the rock.
"Well, it didn't. The bullets bounced right off it."
"I thought iron would work and you could get in a good shot while it was distracted."
"You distracted it with my car!" Dean exploded.
"It worked for a bit," Sam said defensively.
"The bit where it ate my car, yes!"
"We have more important things to worry about right now than your car, Dean! Like maybe not dying and getting out of this situation in one piece."
"Any great ideas?"
Sam shook his head. In the distance, the dragon roared.
It had finished the Impala.
Dean groaned. "All I know is, this is one problem that ain't gonna be solved with fire."
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Poor Impala.
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If that falls under the "blank, unamused stare" category...then, a Fucktard/Ninja and Roommate crossover. Hey, they're lawyers and shit is always going down at that firm, so clearly they could use a ninja. IT WOULD BE AWESOME.
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"I think," Dean decided after a minute, turning off the EMF detector in annoyance, "that we should make a strategic withdrawal. Regroup back at the hotel. Maybe repair the EMF detector, I dunno. I don't think there's anything here after all, except whatever the hell you're picking up, you weirdo." He headed to the window, bracing himself on the frame, and realized that the sound of heavy little brother footsteps weren't following him. He looked over his shoulder. "Yo, Sammy! You comin'?"
Sam blinked and shook his head again, getting up, slowly and reluctantly, from the board. "Yeah, Dean, comin'."
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