Guess who hasn't posted anything on here in forever? IT'S ME.

Guess who would have guessed it'd be Supernatural? ... Not me actually.

Anyway hope you enjoy this little piece of crack~

Disclaimer: Supernatural isn't mine

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When Garth got a call from Dean saying that Sam was in dire condition, he didn't hesitate on speeding on down. After all, they're his bros! Not in blood, but in the hunt, and that's close enough right?

When he pulled up he saw Dean leaning against the Impala, looking pre-hi-hity tense. Hopping out and getting a better glance at the scene, Garth gave low whistle. Standing next to Dean was a babe.

Like, day-yum.

She was a little on the short side, had long flowing chocolate brown hair; and when he said she had 'melons' he ment like watermelons. Giant.

She looked kind of pensive and kept looking around, at anything but his hunter amigo. Garth snorted. It'd figure that his intensity would put a sweet little thing like her off.

Time for the good 'ol Garth Charm.

"Hey babe, you ever been Garthed? I guarantee it's an awesome experience." Both Dean and the Brown-Haired-Beauty looked horrified.

Huh. Guess he didn't try hard enough.

He put his palm on the hood and leaned in, "I know I may not look like an old lady's chair, but I'm sure I could rock your world."

The woman made a distressed noise and turned bright red. It seemed like she was trying to say something, but she floundered and sputtered, unable to articulate any form of English.

'Heh, ladies and gentleman, the charm has landed.'

However the noises seemed Dean to snap out of his stupor and he snarled, "Garth. Seriously?!"

The younger hunter gave a grin, "Hey man, it was obvious your mojo wasn't workin on her, so I figured I'd give it a shot~"

Dean scrubbed an irritated hand down his face, "Did you forget that you came here to help us fix Sam?"

Garth paused for a moment and then looked at his shoes guiltily. Oops.

He gave Dean a sheepish look. "Sorry man, I guess it slipped my mind. So where is the big guy?"

The woman (still a pretty shade of red) seemed a bit more composed as she walked over and cleared her throat. Her voice was beautiful, a silky purr;

"That'd be me."

Garth blinked once. Twice. "Oh." Three times. "OH."

Garth had just successfully hit on Sam(antha) Winchester.

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