OH NO! WE'RE NOT...? OH YES, YOU ARE!
Christmas is coming and so the Trickster decides
the boys should have the opportunity to enjoy a
traditional English pantomime in all it's glorious chaos.
Trickster Enterprises proudly presents : Cinderella
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Prologue
"Mr Winchesters. Two minute call Mr Winchesters."
Sam blinked open his eyes at hearing someone calling him and Dean. Before he could take in his surroundings, he screwed his eyes closed again in response to a gigantic yawn, during which he wondered Two minute call for what? At the same time he developed the distinct impression that he wasn't lying on the bed which he knew with absolute certainty he had crashed out on the previous night. Already now dreading the day ahead, he slowly opened his eyes, and found himself staring down at someone's thighs. The thighs appeared to be covered with black satin shorts. Things got more bizarre when he noticed the well muscled legs emerging from the shorts. They appeared to have thick white pantyhose on them. Gazing at the legs he began to notice a pressure against his forehead. It occurred to him that, if he were somehow seated in such a position as to be resting his forehead on the surface of, for example, a table; then there was the terrible possibility that the thighs he was staring at were his own! A sudden crash to his side jolted Sam's head up, and he froze.
"Gharrgh ooff. ... The Hell? Where...? Wha'...? What..The..Fudge..Am I wearing? Sammmmy!"
"Up here."
Dean's chair had tipped over backwards and onto the floor, with Dean himself still sat on it. The two Hunters looked at one another in silence from their respective positions, each contemplating what the other was currently dressed in. On the up side, Sam thought that Dean actually carried off the turquiose colour of his satin, lace edged frock coat very well and, at least his brother's pantyhose were a more subdued claret colour. Sam decided that seeing Dean wandering around in over knee pirate style black boots was likely to take some getting used to however. Having cast an eye over Sam's silver grey ensemble, Dean closed his eyes again and groaned.
"Ah, crap. Please, no, not this! Tell me I'm dreamin'."
"Stage call Mr Winchester and Mr Winchester. Thirty seconds."
"If this' just your dream, do you mind dreaming this makeup off my face and dreaming me back into my own clothes?"
Startled, Dean opened his eyes again.
"Makeup?"
"Don't laugh, you're wearing it too."
Rolling himself off the chair, Dean hauled himself upright and glared around what was very clearly a theatre dressing room.
"Alright! Show yourself, you little piece of sh..."
"Uh Uh Uhh! Language Deanie. Don't want to upset the kiddiewinkles now, do we?"
The Trickster emerged out of a rack hung with brightly coloured costumes, grinning and wagging his finger at Dean. Dean lunged. It was as if he'd hit an invisible brick wall and, no matter how hard he pushed, he just couldn't quite reach the smirking Trickster.
"Stage call Mr Winchesters. We need you on stage, now!"
"Oops! Sounds like you both need to get a move on, your public awaits and all that."
Still sat at his brightly lit dressing table, Sam worked hard to maintain a semblance of calm.
"How about we simply refuse?"
The trickster grinned widely, although he kept a wary eye on Dean who still struggled to break through the barrier and reach him.
"Then I'll just keep re-rolling this part over and over till you agree. So, instead of pointlessly wasting time, I suggest you go to it guys. I'll be out front. Break a leg the pair of you. Don't you just adore panto season?"
The trickster disappeared, ignoring Dean's dark mutterings about the pleasure he'd get from breaking the Trickster's damn legs for him the first chance he got.
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Chap 1
Dean stumbled forwards as the invisible barrier collapsed with the departure of the Trickster.
"Careful. Don't tear your pantyhose."
"Get lost! Where's my damn clothes, they gotta be around here somewhere!"
The door to the dressing room was flung wide open from the outside.
"You two! Out here and on that stage right now! The compare's covered by getting some kid out the audience caterwauling some cutesy crap or other. She's not going down well with my paying customers, so go do what I've hired you to do or you'll regret it. Geddit?"
Dean gawped at Zachariah in disbelief, only moving when Sam grabbed him by the arm and physically propelled him out of the dressing room and into a heaving back stage corridor. Still keeping a firm hold of Dean, Sam immediatly had to flatten himself and his brother up against the wall in order to let a chattering group of nubile pantomime fairies go past. One drew to a halt and winked cheekily up at Sam.
"Hey Sam! Don't forget to dump big brother here and meet me in the upper circle later. We can pick up where we left off babe, know what I'm sayin'?"
Stunned, Sam stared at the back of Ruby's head as she scampered off to catch up with the rest of the fairy troop. Zachariah's angry voice shook him out of his stupor.
"Stage is that way boys. The audience might think you're special guest stars, but you're not so damn special to me that I won't make certain you never play this town again if you don't get a friggin' move on! GO!"
"Dean, come on, let's get this over with."
"The fairy...Was that...?"
"Shuddup and get going bro. I'll be right behind you."
"Fine, but keep your eyes off my ass. How come your fancy coat's longer than mine?"
"It's not long dude."
"It manages to cover your butt, mine don't."
"At least with yours you can see that you're wearing shorts. Mine makes it look like I've just got a minidress and pantyhose on!"
"Yeah, or surgical stockings. Which way?"
"Over there, where that guy's waving and Holy Hell in a handbag...What is that godawful noise?"
"My guess? The caterwauling' kid. No wonder they want her off. Jeeze!"
As the brother's approached the stage wing, the child's cruel rendition of The Good Ship Lollipop was brought to an abrupt halt by a male voice.
"Thank you little lady, but I'm afraid we hav'ta let you go back to your seat now 'cos our guest star's carriage has finally pulled up outside. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, big hand there for Lillith. Wasn't she just adorable? Voice like an angel. Could've listened to her all evenin'...Thought we might hav'ta actually, boom boom! Only kiddin' honey, off you go, there's a good girl. Collect a goody bag on your way. ... What? ... Oh. Hell no! You can't take two, greedy little ... Once more everybody, let's hear it for Lillith! ... ... There you go. And now...On with the show folks!"
The owner of the voice raced off stage and glared at both Dean and Sam.
"What the Hell kept you two? Actually, know what? I don't give a shit. Just you boys get out there and do your thing...Friggin' actors, think they're so friggin' special..."
Rufus hurried on his way, still mumbling under his breath. The scrawney little guy who had waved Sam and Dean over put a hand on Dean's shoulder.
"Ok guys. Here comes your cue, get ready to make an entrance."
Dean glared down at the guy, and opened his eyes wide in surprise.
"Garth? Is that you?"
Garth frowned back up at Dean, then switched his focus onto Sam.
"Has he been sluggin' the whiskey again? Who the fudge else am I likely to be? Idjit! Just make sure he stay's in the game out there. This audience? Likely to eat you alive if you screw up. Now git!
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So, now all that's needed are your nominations for characters and who should play them. Suggestions welcome :D
SB x
