Title:Spn Takeover, the breaks over.
Author Pinkkitty85
Summary: The Fangirls from the original Takeover are back for another round.
Disclaimer: Don't own Kripke does, so don't sue. No Offense to anyone, total crack. Don't own the show 'South Park', the movie 'Silent hill'; don't own the song 'Crazy Train' by Ozzy Osborne. No offense to the band 'Lynard Skynard', or Barbie dolls. This is just another installment of my series that started with 'All work and no play' seriously I didn't know it would go this far. But my friend Ariane, insisted we go further, so blame her.LOL.Anyways it will pick up by the third chapter, the rest of our Fangirls will make their appearances, maybe a few more I really don't know. For those of you who think the title looks familiar, it's from a Fall out boy song called 'The take over, the breaks over', I just thought it fit. And by writing this I am not saying I don't support the writers strike, it's just something to pass the time, while we wait. Hugs from the Winchesters for reviews. Enjoy!
Ch 1 "Drama queens and crazy dreams"
The sky was grey and overcast that chilly November morning, as a young dark-haired woman pulled into a large, deserted parking lot. She could feel the frost as it formed on the sides of the car door, it had to be at least forty degrees outside. The old stone building looked better than she remembered. Stepping out of the car she then noticed the other cars in the lot. A blush-colored escalade, a blue charger, and a black range rover, that she had never seen before.
A chill crept up her spine as she descended the stairs. She was suddenly reminded of the movie 'Silent hill' because of the strange way the air felt. She could almost picture ash falling from the sky, and wondered if the ghost town would even notice. She seemed to be the only one around for miles, as if she was the last woman on earth.
A loud knock shattered the silence. She pulled her hand back and searched around. The wind howled forebodingly and pushed a few crumbling leaves about. Her hand rose once more. Still nothing.
"Dammit."She cursed aloud.
This was starting to get on her nerves. After being woke up at two in the morning and forced to drive over seven hours, this was the last thing she needed. Then not more than ten seconds later, a slot slid open in the middle of the door.
"What's the password?" asked a gruff voice, that she couldn't place.
She looked up to see piercing green eyes. Then took a deep breath.
"Viva la resistance." She replied, in her breathiest French accent.
"What?" squeaked the voice from inside.
She shook her head and shrugged.
"I saw it on South Park.," she chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, "would you just open the door already?"
The eyes stayed there unblinking.
"Nope, I still need a password." Replied the now more feminine sounding tone of voice, with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Fine, Ash is a sexy Lynard Syknard rodie."She replied, rolling her eyes.
The green eyes paused for a millsecond, then closed the slot.
Inside the sounds of locks opened, and chains rattled, which made the way for the doors loud creek, as it finally opened.
Standing in the massive door-way stood a young girl, with bright red hair, the aforementioned green eyes, wearing tight blue jeans, a pink tank top that said 'Dean-girl' and an apron tired around her waist that said 'Nexus'.
"Dammit Pink, would you let me in already? It's like the friggin' north pole out there." she giggled stepping in.
The bar was nicer than she remembered. Everything looked new, and state of the art, apparently they had done the re-model that Pink had been talking about. The counters shined, she caught sight of new pool tables, chairs, barstools and furnishings, a new stage was set off to the right, and next to it sat a sound system and instruments. In the middle of the action sat the shiny new bar, which was –as always-fully stocked, but the juke box-which sat at the end of the bar, was the same however, as Grey distinctly recognized the sounds of Ozzy Osborne's 'Crazy train'.
"Is that how you greet one of your best friends?" she stopped a threw her arms around the shorter girl, "Now what is it that your bitching about now? Where did you think I lived? Florida? "
"Well it would be a heck of a lot nicer and," Grey started as she pulled off her coat, "I have all the right to gripe. I'm exhausted; I was woken up at two in the fudgin' morning and told to drive all the way here. I had to call my boss and tell him I had mono, just so I could get the two weeks off you wanted. Oregon may as well be Antarctica, as cold as it is out there. Now what the heck is going on?" she asked frustrated.
Pink bit her lip, then turned around and walked over to the bar.
"Would you like a drink?"
"What? No I don't want a drink, it's like seven in the morning, you alcoholic." she muttered, following behind.
"I meant coffee, you meanie," Pink pouted, "Jeez, Jared was she this grumpy when she was with you?"
Grey's eyes grew wide.
"I do seem to recall, that she wasn't that hospitable in the morning, all stingy with quickies!" joked deep voice from up stairs.
She watched, unblinking as two figures strolled down the loft stairs. Then jumped up, she would know those voices anywhere.
"Jared! Jensen!"
That was the last thing Grey saw before everything went black.
Her heart pounded in her ears. There was no escape. They were everywhere. Stuck in boxes, kitchen drawers, closets, even her purse. Cats! Screaming at the top of their lungs! She tried to escape out the door, but the minute she opened it, they spilled inside. Fat ones, skinny ones, black ones, green ones! Green ones??? Where in the hell would you find a green cat? It was like some scene from the movie sleepwalkers. There was just something at felines that freaked Grey out. How they would stare at you with their beady little eyes, like you weren't even there, how they could come out of anywhere, and be on you in a second. She could never trust anything that thought they were better than you.
"There, there now, you've been asleep for over an hour."
Grey opened her eyes. Thank goodness it was just a nightmare; she finally breathed a sigh of relief, until she herd a light click on.
The room was suddenly illuminated. Maybe she was still dreaming, the walls were a light rose color, the drapes looked like something out of a fairy tale, and the furniture looked like in had been washed in pepto bismol. That was when a huge beast landed on her lap.
"Tabby! You monster! Get off her!"
Grey looked down to see a rather large…cat! Oh god why did it have to be a cat!?! The animal grumbled then jumped off the fuchsia-colored bedspread, who in their right mind would have a ….oh she was at Pink's house.
"You ok?"She asked before sitting down.
Grey nodded as Pink offered her a glass of water.
"Yeah just peachy," she stopped and took a drink, "For a minute there I thought I was in some psycho Barbie dream house."
Pink rolled her eyes and took the glass back.
"Funny, how do you feel?"
Grey rubbed her forehead, and tried to remember exactly how she got to where she was. That was when it hit her.
"Oh god, did I really faint in front of Jensen and Jared?"
Pink bent her head and made an 'eek' look with her mouth.
"Would it help to say I told them you had narcolepsy?"
Greys eyes grew wide and she buried her face under the covers.
"Oh lord shoot me now." she mumbled.
"You're such a drama queen, look it's not that bad."
Grey peaked out, "Not that bad? Like I'm supposed to believe someone who looks like they let a twelve year ballerina decorate their house!"
"So how's the patient, doing?"
Grey looked over to see a blond woman walk through the door. She came and sat down next to Pink, she looked like some sort of model, a cross between Jenny McCarthy and Lauren Graham.
"No good, I believe we may have to amputate, she seems to be suffering from extreme bitchidous."
The older woman rolled her eyes.
"You'll have to forgive my daughter, she's under the false impression that's she's funny." replied the blonde woman.
Grey eyes grew wide once more.
"Daughter? You -your Pink's mom?" she asked incredulously.
The woman laughed, "Why is that so hard for everyone to believe? By the way I'm Blondie; Pinky thought a doctor could help."
"Pinky?" Grey giggled, as she took another drink of water.
"Can we come in?" called two voices from the door before Pink could reply.
Blondie turned her head, "Sure guys, she seems to be fine," and then she stopped and turned back to Grey, "Well at least you haven't tried to bite me yet, unlike my other patients."
"Wha-would you mind repeating that?"
Pink smiled, "Oh did I forget to mention that my mom's a vet."
Grey sat up, "I pass out and you call a veterinarian!?!"
Pink shrugged, "Your in Oregon, it was either that or a pot farmer."
Grey started back open-mouthed, as Jared and Jensen stepped in.
"Hey." They smiled.
"Hey yourself." she replied.
"You gave us quite a scare there, brought back some really bad convention flashbacks." Jensen added.
"Thought for a second Pink poisoned you, so that she could have us all to herself." Jared chuckled.
"She should be fine, just a bit tired. Next time don't drive all night." Blondie replied.
Grey nodded, "Well I wouldn't have done it if Pink didn't sound so dire on the phone. By the way what was it all about?'
Pink Jensen and Jared all lowered their heads.
"We don't know if we should tell you." Jared started.
"Yeah, it's kinda hard to hear." Jensen added.
"Will somebody just tell me already?" Grey cried out.
Pink looked back at the boys, and then shrugged.
"Ok you asked for it. Kripke called, it seems that the writers have gone on strike, and if they don't reach a compromise soon, they may cancel the rest of the season."
Grey nodded, and then started looking around.
"Are you ok?"Pink asked once more.
"Yeah, yeah sure, I just can't figure out whether to throw up or pass out again."