Virtual Insanity
I do not own Supernatural, ifI did you'd see more of dean and sam with their shirts off! AndI don't own
"Virtual insanity" by Jamiroquai.
Dean and Sam have came up opon a town called Modern in Alabama, they were just passing by until they
stopped for a coffee break, then things turn for the worse.
"Futures made of virtual insanity now always seem to, be govern'd by this love we have for useless,
twisting,our new technology oh, now there is no sound-for now we all live underground."
"Dean, wake up, we're in Modern, Alabama." Dean slowly opened his eyes, stretched, and yawned.
"Whoa, the name definitley doesn't fit this town." "I know. Finally we can get into a hotel." "What makes
you so sure they have a hotel in old Modern? I mean look around." " I'm lookin, you know Dean, looks can be decieving." Dean rolled
his eyes and continued on with his speech. "Look there's one gas station and it's abandoned, a Ma and Pop store, post office, theatre,
and a McDonalds.What? There's a McDonalds?" "Like I said before, looks can be decieving. You of all people should know Dean."
"Yeah you're right Sammy boy." As the two brothers continued driving the small town started to build into a larger, up to date town.
"Sweet! They have a Starbucks, I'm totally getting a light mocha frappacunio." Dean just stared at his younger brother. "Dude have you
tasted one of those things?" "No, and I don't want to." "Suit yourself, you need a pick me up." Sam pulled the Impala into a parking
space in the nearly empty lot. There was a car in the the drive through letting the two know the coffee shop was open. "Dean, don't you
smell the wonderful aroma of coffee?" " Yeah sure Sam, I smell something all right. I smell a wuss." Dean said sarcastically. "Man
whatever." Replied Sam as the two walked in the shop. "Hey, that chick looks like she needs me." Sam just laughed as Dean ran his
fingers through his hair and licked his lips. The girl behind the counter slightly blushed at Deans' flirting. "Hi, welcome to Strabucks.
What would you two like tonight." " I would like a venti white chocolate cappacunio with skim milk and a little whip cream." "Ok, and
what about you sir?" Asked the girl. "Just give me a grande esspresso." "Your total comes out to be $9.35." Sam reached into his
pocket and unfolded a wade of bills and handed the clerk a $10.00 bill and told her to keep the change. " It'll be a few minutes for your
orders to be done." "Thanks sweetie." Dean said as the girl blushed again, Sam and Dean sat down at a table and began to discuss their
latest hunting trip. "That crazy voodoo witch bitch was a challenge." said Dean. "I know, she should've known that a gun and a voodoo
doll, especially one of her don't mix that well." "Hey, your coffee is ready." Said the girl. Dean went over to get the drinks. "So young
lady, what's your name?" "My name is Abby." "Hello Abby, I'm Dean." Dean reached his hand over the countertop to shake Abbys
hand. While the two were flirting Sams' head began to throb like someone threw a brick into his skull. He grtitted his teeth through the
pain and got two pain reliever pills from the inside of his jacket. Dean was taking to long with the waitress so Sam went up to the two
popped the two pills in his mouth and swallowed them down with the esspresso. "Are you alright?" Dean asked with concern spreading
across his face. "I have a headache." "Cling, Cling!" Went a bell as the door to the shop was opened. This middle-aged black man who
looked and smelled like he hadn't took a bath in awhile walked in. The man just stared into nowhere. Dean, Sam, and Abby stared at
the man. Dean placed his hand on the gun tucked in his pants. "Are you okay mister?" asked Sam. "He wants me to kill." Dean turned to
look at Abby. "Hey Abby, get out of here." Dean said. Abby followed his orders and went out the back door. "Mister, who wants you
to kill?" asked Sam as he slowly headed towards the man. Dean did the same but held his nose closed becasaue of the stench the man
had. "Sam don't get to close to him, he stinks and he seems crazy." Sam rolled his eyes and asked the man again who wanted him to kill.
"No more questions, he wants blood." Dean then took out his gun and pointed it towards the mans chest. "The only blood here tonight is
going to be yours." "Dean, we need to communicate with him. Maybe he's in trouble ?" "Sam, you've been watching Dr.Phil too much.
Besides I am communicating. But in a non-verbal way." " I'm sorry I have to kill." Said the man as he pulled out a 14 inch bladed knife
from the inside of his coat. He ran at Sam with unbelievable speed. He slashed the knife at Sams' throat. "Bang!" Dean shot the man in
his back. The man fell to the floor. Sam crossed the seemingly dead body over to Dean. "Took you awhile to shoot Dean!" "Well I
wanted to see if you were going to "Communicate" with him." "Ha-Ha, that's funny Dean." "I know it is." "I have to kill." The man on the
floor said. He grabbed the knife which had fallen beside him and got a good swipe at Deans' kneecaps. "Oh, shit!" "Dean!" said Sam as
Dean fell to the floor. The blood was oozing from Deans' jeans. "You bastard!" Dean wasted a bullet into the mans chest. "I-I-I, " was
all the man said as he died. Sam helped his older brother up. "Let me look at these cuts." Sam rolled up Deans' pants to look at the cuts.
"It's nothing I can't bandaged at a hotel." "Bang! Bang!" Dean shot the man in his knees."What the hell Dean?" "Eye for an eye, knee for
a knee. That's what I say." said Dean with a sly grin on his face.