A Big Brother Head Trip
"It all started when a Puffin showed up with a ticket, in the shape of a key, in its mouth. I packed a bag and headed out, for what I had hoped would be the best summer of my life.
I stood outside the house with eleven other people and excitedly waited for the host to call my name so I could go inside. The house was as awesome as I had imagined. It was made to look like a castle, a suit of medieval armour stood guard by the front door.
It didn't take me long to realize that what I had hoped would be an awesome summer; was in reality something set up by the Trickster. I found myself going from being stalked by a love crazed lunatic, who made Glenn Close's character look sane in Fatal Attraction, to being targeted by an egotistical Neanderthal, wearing a carrot suit, for being way better looking than him.
My summer ended when I slipped on a bar of soap that had been left in the shower by the orange haired beast, and injured myself severely enough that I had to leave the house."
"Dude, just how hard did you hit your head," Sam chuckled as he held his hand out to help his brother up, "that story makes Dorothy's trip to Oz sound tame. I told you, you were way too invested in Big Brother this year."
"Shut it, Sam," Dean sheepishly replied, "It's my one guilty pleasure."
"Uh, Dean," Sam said a smirk gracing his lips, "What about Dr. Sexy, M.D.?"
Dean turned around, an incredulous look carved on his face. Knowing, Sam had him; all he could was shrug and head for the car. "Bitch," he shot over his shoulder.
"Jerk," came his brother's response.