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Dean was not having the best of days. Hell, it might be worse than the time he faced the worst monsters of Hell and Holy!
Why, you ask?
Because one annoying, candy-addicted archangel had decided that the Winchesters needed a break. Now, under normal circumstances this would be appreciated but this was Gabriel, and Gabriel is the Trickster.
Now, what could Gabe have possibly done to annoy him this much? Well, I'll tell you!
-FlashBack-
"Hello Knuckleheads, you, need a break! Too much saving the world."
Said the bane of Dean's existence, with a large grin consuming his face. Before the eldest brother could get a word in there was a snap of the fingers and suddenly he and Sam were in a cinema.
-Flashback over-
"Well," spoke Sam slowly, as if afraid to jinx it, "This couldn't be so bad."
He didn't know how wrong he was, the title began to roll across the screen, it read :
Twilight Saga- Breaking Dawn
Dean knew instantly what this was and shot a glare at Sam, well, attempted too. For, he found that his eyes were glued to the screen. He had no choice but to watch the horror.
Dean was angry, no, Dean was frustrated as hell. He couldn't look away, couldn't shout to Bella to shoot the werewolf through the heart with a silver bullet or chop the sparkly bastard's head off. Plus, since he was forced to stare intensely at the screen, he was getting weird looks whenever there was a topless guy.
Well, at least he had popcorn. He reached down for a handful of the salty delights but found nothing. He was alone (Sam not counting as the couldn't speak or look at him), in the cinema, watching the worst movie ever (More horrible than Stonehenge Apocalypse), unable to talk, with no popcorn.
"DAMN YOU GABRIEL!"
