It's snowing...I'm stuck in the house...so I have nothing to do. Expect write fanfiction!
I don't know what's wrong with me...this is probably one of the odder fics I wrote. It just popped in there and it wouldn't leave...very odd indeed...
The sounds of deep moaning caught Dean's attention. He had just entered the motel room that he and Sam were sharing with Garth.
Garth was having some trouble on a case and had called Sam and Dean to help him.
Dean shut the door behind him, and placed the bags of food that he was carrying down on the table. There was a sudden shriek of ecstacy and Dean glanced around to see where it was coming from.
The bathroom door was closed, and as Dean stared at it, he heard a voice issue forth.
"Oh, yeah, baby come on you got it you got it." The voice was high pitched, like a woman...but it sounded like a pretty ugly woman.
"You know I do baby." a deeper voice said, but that sounded odd too.
Where the hell was Garth anyway? Dean pulled a gun from his duffel on the floor and aimed it at the bathroom door. It could be hobos in the bathroom..this motel was certainly dingy enough and the lock didn't always lock...they could have snuck in.
"Yeah!" the female shriek. "You don't have legs or arms or other appendages, but you always make me feel good."
" Cause I know how to use my mouth, baby."
"Yeah you do." more female moaning.
"What the fuck is going on?" Dean muttered. Stepping quickly up to the bathroom, he kicked it open, keeping his gun in front of him.
"Oh, lord have mercy!" the female voice shrieked. "An intruder!"
Dean backed up when he saw what was in the bathroom. "Shit-"
Garth was sitting on the bathroom floor, two old dingy sock puppets covering his hands. One was good old Mr. Fizzles and the other was apparently female. Yellow yarn was glued to her 'head' and red lipstick coated her 'lips'.
"Here you go, baby, cover up." Mr. Fizzles handed his lady friend a hankerchief to cover her private areas with. "I can't believe this scoundrel just bursts in without knocking. Very rude."
Dean gaped openly as the lady sock noded in agreement.
"Garth...what the hell is going on?"
Garth rolled his eyes up at the ceiling and he traded glances with an annoyed Mr. Fizzles.
"Can you believe him?" Mr Fizzles hurrumped.
"Even Mr. Fizzles needs some time with his lady, Dean. You just ruined it for him."
"And I had paid her for another hour." Mr. Fizzles grumbled.
The lady friend smacked Mr. Fizzles. "Is that all I am to you? Some whore? I thought we had a connection! I felt it after the last time."
"Baby, I'm sorry! Roxanne please stay! You're not a whore!" Mr. Fizzles wept as Roxanne left. Meaning that Garth took the sock off his hand and put it off to the side.
He patted Mr. Fizzles on the back. "I'm sorry man. But you know, she was a whore."
"I know. I need to find a real girlfriend."
"Yeah. We can make up a profile for you online. Or do speed dating or go to singles night."
Dean had watched the sock puppet fight with shock. He could not believe what he was seeing.
"Garth."
"Yeah?" Garth looked up at his fellow hunter. Apparently he saw nothing weird about the situation.
"Dude, you're making your sock puppet have sex with a sock puppet hooker named Roxanne."
"Well he was lonely-"
Dean rubbed his eyes wearily. "I'm going to forget I ever saw this. I'm going to go out that door and come back in. When I do, those things are going to be put away."
Garth frowned at Dean but nodded. "Fine. But can you call Roxy a cab? It's kind of cold out for her to walk home."
Dean stared at Garth. This is why he never wanted to work cases with Garth. The guy was just too weird. Way too weird.