Why did I even write this? I am SO SORRY. I'm going to go hide now...
"Hello Mr. Kripke. Thank you for making it to your television show review." The young man smiled.
"No problem." Eric Kripke leaned back in his chair, nodding in ackwowledgement.
"So you're the creator of Supernatural, is that correct?" The reporter asked, flashing too-white teeth as he looked at his notes.
"Absolutely," Kripke nodded, "I'm the Krip."
The young man was a little confused, but continued, "Do you mind taking us through an average episode of Supernatural?" The young man was now getting nervous. Music was playing from an invisible source, and it sounded a little familiar.
"Well the first thing I do is..."
The reporter realized where he had heard it but it was far too late. He had just walked into a 'Like a Boss' parody.
"Write crazy plots!
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Troll my fans!
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Meet deadlines!
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Kill off Dean!
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Tape bloopers!
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Buy trenchcoats!
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Incite shipping wars!
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Referee cast prank wars!
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Kill off Dean again!
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Confirm who God is!
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Regret it later!
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Get a Twitter!
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Cry deeply!
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Make up something quickly!
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Eat some chocolate!
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Dodge questions!
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Follow Misha Collins!
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And maybe Jared too!
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Break the fourth wall!
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Look at fanfiction!
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Buy a gun
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In my mouth-"
"FUCK IT." Eric suddenly deadpanned. The reporter thanked Chuck that it was over. Unfortunately, he was wrong. THERE WAS MORE. "I don't even care."
"Be apathetic.
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Bring a new Prophet!
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Get some coffee!
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Cosplay myself!
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Blitz my chakras!
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Make out with Castiel
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Start a Hell-atus!
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Type some scripts!
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Make references!
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Got to conventions!
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Destroy the world!
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Do special effects!
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Wreck your theories!
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Kill off EVERYONE!
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Get shot in the chest!
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NOW I'M DEAD
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"..." The reporter blinked. Now it was over. "Uh-huh. So that's an average episode for you then."
"No doubt." Eric answered.
"You kill off all of the characters and die?"
"Hell yeah!"
"And..." The reporter furrowed his eyebrows, "I think at one point, you said something about making out with Castiel."
"... Nope." Eric answered.
"Actually, I'm pretty sure you did."
"No. That isn't me. That's Dean."
"Well." The reporter gathered his materials, "This has been... eye opening for me."
"I'm the Krip."
"Yeah, I got that. You said it about four hundred times."
"I'm the Krip."
"Yeah, I got it."
"... I'm the Krip."
"No, I heard you!" The poor reporter got up and started to walk away. "Bye."
Eric Kripke x Castiel. Let us all ship it.
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(I am so sorry please don't kill me)