Alright then... so, for those of you who are familiar with my w vs o series this is just a funny little aside kind of plot bunny that was just begging to be written... basically my twisted sense of humor needed to be let out to play for awhile lol
For those of you who aren't familiar with my series, well I'm pretty sure you'll get a kick out of this too D
On to the Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own it (the show Supernatural) or them (the Winchesters). Not making any money here... don't even get to drive the car...well unless you count the daydreaming P, the OC's are my own creation though. Oh! And The Frog Prince is a fairy tale that was written way before my time so yeah, I don't own that either. Just taking them all on a little joyride through my imagination and having a great time doing it.
A few quick warnings. Nothing major, just covering the bases: There's a little swearing and I might be (as in: I am totally and completely) guilty of having a little too much fun twisting up a fairy tale for my own devious pleasure. It's all in good fun though so hopefully y'all will enjoy it. )
Let the ride begin:
W vs. O: The Frog Prince
Wherein Dean pisses off a witch and lands himself in a whole heaping tub of hot water… literally. : P
Chapter One: Dean's Incredibly Bad Day
Aww crap!
He knew it… he just knew today was going to turn out to be the suckiest kind of day imaginable, and boy he sure wasn't disappointed was he?
It all started with this job down in Texas where there was this story about men disappearing down the same stretch of highway that had history repeating itself on a regular basis. Same story over and over again, different guys with every one, all over the course of a decade. Seemed like a clear cut case really. All the facts seemed to be pointed toward a woman in white. They'd dealt with similar cases before. He'd figured they'd be there a couple of days. Dig through the town dirt to find the woman's name, cause of death and family. Salt and burn some bones. Maybe go out for a couple beer before hitting the road and heading north again. All's well that ends well, right?
Yeah well, apparently not so much.
Turns out they were dealing with a witch, though Dean had cleverly given her a new little nickname in celebration of her attitude. Well what? It rhymed with witch, didn't it? As far as he was concerned that made it clever.
Except that she'd somehow managed to overhear him… probably because he'd shouted it out at the top of his lungs… though, seriously? In his defense he'd yelled it in his own car, where she shouldn't have been able to hear him because the damned thing was parked all the way across town from where she was at the time… Except that apparently witches have some sort of super hearing or something. Boy did he wish somebody had told him that before he'd opened his big mouth this time.
Anyway, the 'witch' got a little upset. Dean of course, well he didn't really get why…he'd only been stating a fact…and blowing off a little steam. Wasn't like he'd walked right up to her and called it to her face or anything...although the thought had crossed his mind when she'd said those distinctly uncharitable things about his Metallicar. But hey, he was a charming (mostly) polite kind of guy. So he'd waited until they'd been as far out of earshot as humanly possible before shouting it at the top of his lungs in frustration. Now, what the heck was wrong with that, really?
Cal though, well she was a girl so he figured the reason she saw where this chic was coming from was because women had this 'stick together' clause in that contract he was sure they all had to sign before getting all their parts when they hit puberty. Seriously, why else would she be taking this so well?
Thirty seconds after he let off that little bit of steam with that harmless little nickname he'd given her (okay, so 'little bit of steam' was probably more like ten minutes of ranting ugly…but that wasn't the point right now was it?) when just like that there was billowing black smoke all over the inside of his car that did nothing to improve his opinion of the chick. It was so thick neither he or Cal could see past their own noses…and come on that couldn't be good for the upholstery, right?
He'd figured that tingling feeling he had all over the place probably had something to do with the smoke, something about lack of oxygen due to inhalation or something. He knew a little something about that kind of thing, what with all the salting and burning that came with the family business okay? Of course he didn't know that it also meant a whole lot of trouble until a few minutes later when the smoke finally dissipated… and he realized something might not be quite right.
Took him a minute more to figure out why the hell Cal was staring at him like that and laughing her ass off… and why she was suddenly so tall. Like, freakishly tall, taller than Sam even…and the car…his baby was suddenly huge…and whoa now! Was he? Had he…? No friggin' way! Dude, he'd totally shrunk… as if he was in some sort of terrible 'B' movie or something. So, okay. Tally up the facts here. Either he'd just become freakishly small…or everything else had become freakishly huge. Sure, he could deal with either one of those. Couple of days, Sam and Cal's help… things'd be back to normal in no time right?
'Course, then he had to go and open his mouth again with a wisecrack about his current situation in relation to his new size and Cal's, uh, 'finer assets' on the tip of his tongue. (Hey, if she was gonna laugh at him it was going to be because he was telling a joke okay? ) A little shocking really, the fact that he couldn't get out anything more than a little croaking. What the hell?
Was his tongue longer?
Okay, dude… no way he'd been sitting like this when he'd stopped the car...
Why did he feel the sudden, almost uncontrollable urge to jump around?!?
Oh God! Yeah, there was definitely something wrong here…why else would that fly buzzing around Cal's head suddenly make his mouth water as if he were a starving man walking into an all you can eat free buffet?
And for the love of all that is good and holy, why was the croaking getting louder the more he freaked out and panicked?
Which, of course, only made Cal laugh that much harder. No way things could get any worse, right? Oh so very wrong.
"Dude! I cannot believe you managed to get yourself turned into a frog! Oh my god, where's my phone? I need to get a picture of this… Sam'll never believe me if I don't have some kind of proof. Aw hell, who am I kidding here? The picture's totally for me. This is you we're talking about after all. Sam'll believe it. You're always getting yourself into trouble with that big mouth of yours."
Yeah, right. Like she was any better with the mouthing off stuff… and so not fair, picking on a guy when he's just been turned into a frigging frog!!
Wait…did she say 'picture' Oh no! No way! Bad enough that she'd never let him hear the end of this… now she wanted proof to show people? Nuh unh! NO WAY!
He could only hope that the response he'd just croaked came out sounding like the angry 'no' it was meant to be. If it did, she was ignoring it because she was pointing that damned camera phone at him and telling him to 'strike a pose' (and dude, how wrong was that anyway?)
So yeah, he was left with no other option than to run -okay, better make that hop- away and hide under the seat. If the damned woman suddenly wanted to change careers and become a photographer than she was gonna have to practice on someone else, 'cause Dean Winchester was in no way going to ever admit to anyone that he'd ever been turned into a frog.
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