Author's note: I've found this challenge on Facebook and I couldn't resist it. The credit goes to its' author (whoever you are.. thanks :D). Italics are used for thoughts.
SPN CHALLENGE:
You appear in their backseat. What do you do?
Season 5 check, gag reel found, complete season 7 is on the top shelf. "What did I forget?" Oh no, my Comic con videos from San Diego. Damn it! I can't believe I've stashed them away from the other clips.
One moment I was searching for missing files on my computer, half singing half humming Def Leppards' Rock of ages, then out of nowhere a green light engulfed me into a well known vehicle- leaving me speechless.
When the green light faded, the trouble began. The black Impala swerved to a stop, two guns pointing at me. What happens next, who knows better than two hunters in front of me. The worst thing: I get either shot or tortured for no reason known to me. The next to awful thing that can happen: they throw me out and drive away or they stuff me in the trunk like Crowley. And guess what? I've got Dean's face on my t-shirt, must be Tuesday. Yesterday was Monday, shit, it's really Tuesday!
"You've got three seconds to start talking!" growled Dean. I will start talking, well.. the first thing that comes to my mind. What do I do? Blab whatever crazy supernatural line comes to my mind? No, I recite the exorcism, which is a poor idea, since it doesn't make any sense to use it against the Winchesters. I feel like I won't survive long here.
"Exorcizamus te omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas omnis incursio infernalis adversarii-" I'm risking my skin here, give me some tiny, tiny credit. "Enough! How did you get here?!" interrupted Sam, his gaze pinning me to the seat. Don't call them by names, they'll freak out. "If I knew I wouldn't be here mister. You won't believe me anyway... that I don't belong here."
Did I really just said that? 100% cliché. I so do not have time for all of this. And I didn't want to say that! What the hell?! I crossed my arms, my head moving left and right in a -can't believe this –gesture, ready to 'pull out' a face-palm.
"Try us. And what's up with the shirt?" asked Dean, his eyebrows scrunched together. Let the clumsy explaining begin! Ugh, of course, I knew it.. Locked door, yeah.. lots of fun like in a horror movie. I didn't need to check, I heard the click. Two guys one girl, shhh.. No time for jokes!
"Alright, you wanted to hear it.. I was searching for some videos on my laptop when a green light grabbed me and now I'm here." I paused to clear my throat and to point a finger at my shirt. "About this… Where I live there's a show called Supernatural. Two brothers fighting against demons, angels, monsters… They are saving people from evil. Rings a bell? You two are heroes. That's why your face is on my shirt. You can do the tests if you want, including that angel blade in your sleeve, Green eyes. Here, try it on my hand or something." Great, even his eyebrows are judging me. Not a frigging angel btw. I'm just observing.
Their eyes said: what-the-fuck-is-this-chick-crazy?! I barely stopped myself for chuckling, because I imagined that sentence in Dean's voice.
"Agent Quinn, may I have a word with you?" Sam just nods, while I roll my eyes. 'Professionals' at its finest, I'm so lucky.
To be continued..
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