A/N: sorry for raping the very name of RENT, Criminal Minds, Supernatural and Psych. It's going to get funnier, I promise.
"Morgan!" Twin yelled, running, all glitter and performance artistry to her ex.
"Benny!" I cried over her, pointing at Morgan, who, admittedly, does not look too different.
Morgan stared at me as though I'd just offered to proposition him. Which would be, in Rent-world, what Mimi may have done.
"Thomas. You…look…." He coughed politely.
"Yes, I know." Waving my hand impatiently, I pointed at Gus. "We're in RENT!"
"…did she snap? Finally?" Dean demanded, shouting over Morgan's sputter or disbelief.
"Maybe." Shawn said jovially. "If she has, why are we all seeing the same thing?"
Morgan sighed. Loudly. "She's actually not insane. I have this script…" he held up a script, proclaiming RENT in big block letters. "And it says here…" he flipped through the pages, adapting to our new environment far better than I had. "That we need to play out this movie-play thing to the end. Only then can we escape."
"It does not!" Sam sputtered, quieting when Morgan showed him the ominous sounding note. Signed J.L in fancy script.
Morgan looked us in the eye. "Okay, Shawn, go get your ass kicked, Reid, go strum on your guitar like the whiny depressing emo bitch you must play, Winchester, tall one, go film him like a creeper, Reidess, go upstairs and wait until the lights come out. Winchesteress, go hang out in your apartment. Guster, go rescue Shawn. And Winchester 2…" he paused, pointing at Dean. "Go fix shit."
"Looks like I'm not the only RENT expert…" I purred, affixing my best wise-ass grin to my face. Morgan glared.
"YOU shut up Reidess." He pointed towards the door. "Everybody OUT."
As we filed out quietly, I heard Morgan turn towards Sam and Spence. "Yo bitches….I need the Rent."
Short Chapter…Next One will be RENT the song!
