Sam and Dean: *in unison* Dude!
TD: *looks up, mouth full of eggroll* What?
Sam and Dean: …
TD: Well, if you're not gonna say anything, don't yell out like that! *continues eating*
Dean: …eggroll?
TD: Yes. I like Chinese. Wanna fight about it?
Dean: *raises his eyebrows, turns away* Well so-orry.
Sam: Dude, you just got owned.
Dean: Bite me.
Sam: By a teenage girl, may I add.
Dean: NO, you may not add.
TD: It is true, Dean; you're weak in the mind of a fangirl. *calmly gets up, throws away empty plate*
Dean: …you suck. Both of you suck.
TD: At least Sam has a soul here.
Dean: Yeah…
TD: This could a very emotional mo—*gasps* CROP CIRCLES! *runs over to mess of chips lying on the floor made by baby cousin*
Sam and Dean: *stare*
TD: They just keep showing up everywhere I look…I don't understand…they follow me everywhere…it's like Alan in Two and a Half Men when he kept seeing his ex wife and her husband Herb making out when he started dating that young blond chick.
Dean: What young blond chick?
TD: You're typical.
Sam: *nods* I hear you.
Dean: WHAT YOUNG BLONDE CHICK?
TD: *winces, then points* That one over there!
Jo: Hey, guys.
Dean: *whispers* Jo?
Jo: *smiles* Hey, Dean. *walks up to Dean and starts making out with him*
TD: *smiles happily* Okay, we'll just leave them to it for now.
Sam: For a fangirl, you're surprisingly happy to see one of us making out with a girl from the show. Any other would start shooting.
TD: *shrugs* Hey, I like Jo. Lisa, not so much, but whatever, Dean.
Sam: *looks at Dean and Jo* It doesn't seem like Lisa's in his mind so much right now, either.
TD: Well, I thought she's been a bit of a bitch. Girls should know that guys aren't gonna call if something's bothering them. HELLO! But, I'm, um, trying to get over it by the fact that Lisa hasn't been in many episodes lately.
Sam: …okay…?
Damon: Oh, God, what're we doing here?
TD: *glares, folds arms over chest* You're here because I want you to be here. Got it, Salvatore?
Damon: *glares back*
TD: *doesn't back down*
Stefan: Give it up, Damon.
Damon: *falters, looks away*
Sam: *in amazement* You just won a staring contest with Damon Salvatore.
Castiel: Well, actually it was more of a glaring contest.
TD: Oh. *grins* Hi, Cas.
Castiel: *stares back at strange fangirl* Hello, TeamDean. Why are you calling yourself TD?
TD: 'Cause, simpler. Less for me to type.
Castiel: Oh.
TD: …your hair looks really good.
Castiel: …thank you…yours does as well.
TD: Thanks! *checks* Eh…I'm decent. Decent enough to be sitting at my laptop sucking on cherry throat drops, anyway.
Elena: You know too many of those upset your stomach, right?
TD: *sighs* Elena, you're a wonderful girl, but do you see me caring?
Elena: Thanks. And no.
TD: Exactly.
Damon: Dean and Jo are still sucking face.
TD: Hey, let them suck face as long as they want.
Damon: To shut them up?
TD: No! They deserve a good, long reunion.
Stefan: If you say so.
TD: *hard* I do say so.
Stefan: *backs away*
TD: Now that I've frightened most of these characters, I would like to let you know that I do not own Supernatural, Vampire Diaries—
Buffy: Uh, hey.
TD: *screams* —OR BUFFY! *runs to the slayer, hugs her tightly* Oh my God, you're SO COOL!
Buffy: *laughs* Um, thanks.
TD: *lets go of her* You rock.
Xander: Well, yeah, she rocks, but what about us, huh? Maybe we didn't save the world, but we helped!
TD: You so did too save the world. Buffy couldn't have done it without you guys.
Willow: Aw.
TD: *runs up to Xander, hugs him* God, I love you.
Dean: *wounded* More than us?
TD: You're done sucking face?
Dean: *glares* Answer the question before I kick your ass.
TD: Ooh, scary.
Dean: *growls*
TD: Oh, all right, fine. *sighs, wraps arms around Xander's neck* He was first…
Dean: Oh, okay! I see how this is gonna go! Well, fine, then! *stomps off*
TD: *yells after him* Oh, you're allowed to have tons of one night stands and I can't have a crush?
Xander: *wounded* I'm just a one night stand in comparison to him?
TD: Oh, no, I'm upsetting all the men. No, Xander, I do love you! Really! You're awesome! But…but…I DON'T WANT DEAN TO GO! *sniffles*
Jo: *nods in sympathy* I'll go talk to him. *walks off*
TD: She is such a good person.
Damon: You are so overly dramatic.
TD: Bite me.
Damon: *smirks* Gladly.
TD: *starts to protest, then stops, laughing evilly*
Damon: *suspiciously* What?
TD: Oh, nothing. If you wanna bite me, go ahead.
Damon: …I feel like I'm being lured into a trap.
Sam: You are. She took a laxative pill, like, ten minutes ago.
Damon: *flinches away from TD* Forget that! You're worse than Katherine! Manipulative…fangirl, you!
Dean: And by the way, about the laxative? TMI.
TD: Dean. *steps away from Xander, tears coming to my eyes* Will you come back to me? Or will I have to choose between you and Xander, like Bella did between Edward and Jacob? By the way, readers, she should've either picked Jacob or ran off with Mike Newton. Edward…was a jerk. You could say he left her to protect her, but he didn't. He was selfish; he broke her heart and almost got her killed.
Dean: You done? None of us care about Twilight.
TD: Yes. *looks up at Dean, pouting, lower lip quivering* Will you stay, Dean?
Dean: …why do you have to have that look? It's almost as bad as Sam's puppy dog eyes.
TD: This whole thing was really meant for you, honestly. You're, like, my favorite dude in any TV show or movie or book EVER.
Dean: *sighs* Come here.
TD: *walks up to him, hugs him*
Sam, Jo, Stefan, Elena, Buffy, Xander, and Willow: Awwwwwwww…
Damon: Ugh.
Castiel: What did I miss?
TD: *looks at him* You popped off again, didn't you?
Castiel: …maybe.
TD: *sighs, looks at Sam and Dean* Can I do anything to make him stay, like the Enochian symbols?
Sam and Dean: Nope.
TD: Dammit. Happy Thanksgiving! Review, all of those that think I should continue! And if you have anything to say to these lovely characters, stick it in a review!
Damon: You actually think—
TD: Don't say it.
Damon: *withdraws in fear* Okay…
Dean: *points out* You still haven't cleaned up the chip-crop circles.
TD: *shrugs* I'll leave them out for the fairies.
Dean: …
Sam: …
Dean: Shut up.
Sam: *cracks up laughing*
