I own nothing.
It was meant to be a normal day. Get up and dressed before heading to the local diner for breakfast. Oh how wrong it turned out.
Sam and Dean awoke this morning to a rappety knock on the motel door. Each openning an eye to peek at both each other, they slowly turned towards the door. Cas would normally just poof into the room, demons broke the door down while other hunters snuck in.
So who was at the damn door?
Another rappety knock was heard, this one more desperaste and followed by a hard wham-wham-wham, like a fist on the door. Hurrying around the room as quietly as they possibly could, Dean and Sam dressed and readied themselves for what awaited them. Sam armed with the high-time-magic knife and dean with the colt, they unlocked the deadbolt , unlock the door and opened it.
What were they expecting, a monster? Not a horde of Fangirls. They both simultaniously gulped.
Dean seemed to gain his confidense first and asked, ''Who the hell are you?''
The horde of Fangirls replied as a group ,completly in sync, ''My name is Fangirl:for we are many.''
Dean and Sam had just seconds before the Fangirls rushed them, all grappling for a touch of their favourite character. The closestd to the two even got a hug.
The boys were not liking it but even when the hugs stopped, they again began as the Fangirls were organized:a number of girls for a number of minutes. Almost 3 hours and 4 cop cars later, both Sam and Dean where on the round and pushing the Impala way past the sound barrier with one thought.
Must kill Chuck.
Unsure if this is anygood, flames excepted-you cant stop them-and any thoughts too. The idea came from reading many Fangirls fics and the bible line:
The Gospel of Mark, 5:9, describes the following in the country of the Gadarenes:
And He (Jesus) asked him (the man), "What is thy name?" And he answered, saying, "My name is Legion: for we are many."
Hope I did well.
Ciao.