Author's note - This story is something I wrote quite a while ago, and have decided to cross post it over here. Originally this did start off as one shot, but grew into a much longer story!! Oh, and the fangirl's name mentioned in this story, Sarah is my real name btw, while Denise is a very good friend of mine!
Sam and Dean meet the fan girls.
I came into our current cheesy motel room, to find my brother Sam, sitting in a corner, leaning over his laptop and grinning his deeply dimpled grin at the glowing screen. Uh-oh. There was always trouble whenever Sam smiled like that... I'd known him long enough now to know the signs.
"C'mon, Sammy. what have you found, now?" I asked with a defeated sigh.
Sam looked up and over at me, still grinning, as he said - "I've found some fan sites all about us! Sounds like we were on some t.v. show called Supernatural and we have lots of fans!"
"Oh, really? Let's have a look! What things are they saying? Anything nice? Who's got the most fans?" I asked, going over to look over his shoulder with interest.
"We're about equal! They think we're cute!" Sam announced, proudly.
"Oh, yeah, click on that one! Sarah Jackson!" I told him, pointing to a link bearing a girl's name.
"She likes you best, man! You, Castiel and some guys called Lincoln Burrows and Paul Kellerman! Know them?" Sam asked, turning innocent eyes onto me.
I shook my head and said - "No! I've never heard of them! Should I have?"
"They're on some show called Prison Break, apparently.," my brother told me, with a little shrug and a shake of his head, which told me that maybe he didn't know them either.
"Wait, Prison Break? They're not, like criminals, are they?" I asked, in horror. "Murderers? Thieves? Or something else entirely?"
"No, Lincoln was innocent of the crime they accused him of. It was - BLOODY HELL - murdering the Vice President's brother!! And this Kellerman guy? Seems like he was some kind of Secret Service agent," Sam told me with a shrug.
"Oh look, they're pretty cute!" I said, when I looked at their pictures on Sarah's home page.
When Sam looked up at me, aghast, I said - "Did I just say that out loud?"
When Sam nodded, I cleared my throat in embarrassment and said - "Moving swiftly on! Look, she likes Metallica, though! She must be alright! She likes...Kirk Hammett! Dude, she rocks! Will you just look at that!"I felt my ears turning red when I saw what she'd been talking about with a fellow fan called Denise, involving me and a pair of panties on my head.
Sam laughed and said - "Panties, Dean?"
"Shut up, Sam! Let's have a look at some of your pages, then!" I said, feeling a little flushed around the collar.
Sam laughed, but acquiesced anyway. The rest of the pages we looked at were pretty similar in tone, but some of the fanfiction they wrote about our escapades? Some of them were pretty mad. Good, but mad. Some were not exactly work safe, but I asked Sam to save them for me anyway. I wanted to read more of those ones!
It did lead me to wonder what half these people were on, even as I made a brief note of Sarah's and Denise's names for future reference. They sounded like my kind of girls!
THE END? OR IS IT?