A/N: Disclaimer will come AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER… so as not to… spoil… the surprise… evil laugh
Warning: Mention of boobs and a couple of curse words thrown in willy nilly.
Sucked In!
Chapter Two
Dean dove for the television, grabbing it with both hands, pitching himself through the vortex head first. The crackling sound of static filled his senses, making him want to curl in on himself to block it out. A jolt of electricity shuddered through him before he landed on his feet. He was too afraid to open his eyes, what the hell was he going to find??
"Dean?" Came a familiar voice from beside him.
He opened one eye, hesitantly, to find Sam staring at him, the look of bewilderment strong in his features. Wait a second – Dean looked around, to find himself somewhere completely different to where they had been minutes ago. The décor had changed significantly and wasn't the couch positioned against a wall somewhere instead of the middle of the room?
"Where the hell are we?!"
[In a present hell…
"Search me." Came Sam's answer to Dean's obvious question.
The brothers found themselves somewhere completely different to where they had been mere minutes before. What HAD looked like a single room, turned out to lead into an open kitchen that featured a huge bench, fridge, sink, oven and four element stove top. Everything was modern in styling. A far cry from the room they had been in. The couch sat behind where the brothers stood a plush purple couch that wrapped around in a semi circle which could fit almost 12 people. Sam peered around Dean and found a couple of doors of which he could almost bet would reveal beds and showers. Dean looked to the sliding doors over past the kitchen, noise attracting his attention. Dean grabbed Sam's attention, tugging on his shirt and cocking his head toward the sliding doors. Sam followed Dean as they made their way slowly and stealthily towards the doors that led outside. Sticking to the shadows, the brothers shoved their backs against the wall where the doors were and Dean snuck a peak outside.
Oh the horror. Oh the inhumanity. It was… It was… well now what can you possibly call twelve people who obviously belong on the set of Bold and the Beautiful or Passions? Dean would have thought he was in heaven with the bevy of aptly gifted blondes currently soaking up the heat of an outdoor Jacuzzi had it not been for the muscular good looking men working out not too far from the women.
"Jesus Christ it's like Days all over again." Dean stated, whipping his head back out of their sight.
"What is it?" Sam had to ask.
"You don't really want to know."
At that moment, a loud booming voice echoed throughout the house, outside the house as well.
"This… is Big Brother. Housemates. You have two new intruders."
There came squeals and shocked shouts from the backyard as Sam and Dean exchanged furtive, worried glances. Big Brother?!?! How the…? What the…? NO WONDER! Dean chanced a quick glance outside, only to be met by a stampede of "beautiful" people. Dean gulped quickly and darted back out of sight.
"What the hell is going on?! WHY are we in the Big Brother house?!?!?!" Dean gulped again, closed his eyes and hit the back of his head on the wall as the horde of blondes came ever closer. Sam had taken to furtively brushing his fingers against the back of his jeans, hoping by some kind of miracle that his .45 would materialize under his fingertips. The loud screeching of metal on metal rented the air as the sliding doors were wrenched open as crazed people hurried on through. You'd think they were kids at a Wiggles concert, desperate to get close to the performers. Scary shit. Scary shit indeed.
It was not until the last blonde woman with hair halfway down her back and a rather skimpy pink bikini posing as clothing that Sam and Dean were found. The blonde beauty merely squealed with excitement, the scream almost piercing Sam and Dean's eardrums as she brought the whole group's attention onto her. She pointed to the brothers and, in a half shout – half high pitched scream, "THERE THEY ARE!!!!"
All attention was on them as Sam and Dean were engulfed by either sopping women or sweaty men with six packs you could literally wash your clothes on greeted them or were all over them.
"You're wearing WAY too much clothing!"
"How many laps round the garden d'ya reckon you could do without stopping?"
"OMG you're so sexy – I bet you'd look good wrapped around my little finger!"
"How much do YOU bench press?"
"What's your name?!?!"
Sam and Dean were bombarded by stupid question after stupid question, constantly in a state of fear that one of them might lash out. Dean's eyes were wide and that wasn't a smile on his face, it was a grimace of being boxed in. Sam's forehead was getting increasingly wrinkled as seconds wore on. Dean just couldn't handle it anymore.
"BACK OFF." He shouted at the top of his lungs, the questioning ceased immediately and instead he received glares of disapproval as attention was focused with more intensity on Sam.
"What's it like on the outside?"
"OMG – did you see that lady whatserface? The chick who talks to you before you head into the house?"
"What's your political stance?"
"Which baseball team do you go for?"
"Where're you from?"
"How do you feel?"
Sam felt compelled to answer the last question, "I feel boxed in right now, and all of you aren't doing anything to help that. I'm Sam… this is my brother, Dean."
"OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE BROTHERS I THOUGHT YOU WERE LOVERS!"
Dean bristled with anger and embarrassment: "EXCUSE ME. We're NOT gay thankyou very much let alone with each other that's just…" He shuddered, "Ewww no way man – don't, just don't go there. At all."
By this time half of the group had lost interest in the boys, their attention spans clearly rivaling that of a goldfish. One girl couldn't take her eyes off of Dean, a finger twirling a golden lock of her hair, teeth sunk into her lip and a glazed look over her eyes.
Dean and Sam still weren't used to their change of scene, it freaked them out completely and utterly and they surreptitiously surveyed the people around them, clearly suspecting some of them to be possessed. Dean had taken to rapping the walls with his knuckles, sometimes getting a rap back when he went over the mirrors.
Sam had started, only started getting used to the people around him. There were some of the housemates that he could possibly talk to, some of them actually held an intelligent conversation, almost always ruined by a blank look and a noise that reminded him of a Neanderthal. Sam sighed as he plonked himself down at the end of the plush purple couch and let himself sink into the cushions, watching Dean's progress at rapping the walls.
They were all startled as a familiar voice boomed over the noise of the housemates making a complete mess of dinner.
"This… is Big Brother. Sam. To the diary room."
Sam raised his eyebrows, yet got up out of his seat anyway. Then something occurred to him. Where was the diary room? He made his way over to the nearest person, who happened to be tall, busty and blonde. He asked her where the diary room was. She didn't answer, simply pointed to an automated sliding door just to the left of where the couch was. Sam thanked her and made his way over to the door. As soon as he stepped up to the door, it opened and Sam took that as a sign to walk in. He walked in and sat down in the bright orange armchair placed in the middle of the room in front of a camera.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Sam. It is your first day in the house. How are you coping?" Big Brother's disembodied voice asked him.
Sam looked into the camera and heaved a huge sigh, "Scary. Frightening. It's worse than my day job."
"Don't quit your day job… how do you feel?"
"Flustered? Scared? Uh… I don't know it's not every day you get forced into the Big Brother house."
"How do you feel about your brother?"
"What is this, twenty questions?"
"How do you feel about your brother?"
"He's… what in general? What I think about my brother?"
"Yes."
"He's an asshole. I mean... I know our job line and everything it's just that he has… NO respect for my... f-feelings whatsoever!" lone tear
"Thankyou Sam. When you leave, tell Dean to come into the diary room."
"Th-thanks Big Brother."
Sam picked himself up and started to walk out of the diary room, just as the door opened to reveal the rest of the house; Sam scrunched up his nose and frowned. What the hell? Nonetheless, Sam went over to Dean and told him it was his turn in the diary room. The answer he got? "Pfft… diary room, whadidya do Sammy? Pour your heart out?"
Sam punched Dean in the arm and told him to just go.
Dean sauntered over to the diary room, sending a couple of blondes sighing in his wake. He walked through the door as it slid open as it had for Sam when he went in. Dean sat down in the chair and leant back as if he owned the place.
"Dean."
"Yes Big Bother."
"You will refer to me as Big Brother and only Big Brother, do you understand?"
"Yep." Dean couldn't care less.
"It is your first day in the Big Brother house. How are you feeling?"
"Don't give me this touchy feely bullshit, if you knew me you'd know I'm allergic to that kind of crap."
"How are you feeling?"
"Dude! No chick flick moments, seriously."
"You will only refer to me as Big Brother. You have incurred a one hundred dollar fine."
"You wanna know how I feel? You wanna know how Dean Winchester feels? Dean Winchester feels Big Brother getting a kick up the ass if he's not too careful."
"What about your brother?"
"What about Sammy?"
"How do you feel about Sam?"
"I dunno, he's a pussy?"
"And, why is Sam a 'pussy'"
"Cuz he is. He's my brother."
"You may return back to the house."
"Nuh uh, no way – where's the way out of here? I can't stand this place anymore."
As Dean spoke to Big Brother in the diary room, Sam was having… an interesting experience to say the least. Recently put up were pictures of all the housemates adorning one of the walls in the house and one of the girls was standing with her hand over her face.
"I look Sooooo fugly in this picture, I'm amazed I haven't turned anyone to stone in it."
Sam looked at her with a bewildered expression. He turned his attention away from her and wandered into the bedroom. On one of the beds and under the covers were two great lumps, Sam cleared his throat. The covers were pulled back to reveal two girls. Sam choked a little on his tongue. One of them smiled up at him, "You know they ARE fake?"
"Err... what?"
"Her boobs, they're fake, just like mine but I think hers are better… hers are bigger – here take one and let me know what you think."
The girl made to remove the covers completely before Sam backed out of the room quick smart.
Dean sauntered back out of the diary room as Sam's panic stricken visage caught his attention. Dean went over to him and asked him what the matter was.
"We need to get out of here!"
As Sam said those words a din of static overtook their senses.
Back at the hotel, the demon watching Big Brother flicked the channel…
TBC…
NOTE: Just so you know, elements of Big Brother have been taken from the most recent season (that is STILL to finish) in Australia - yes the boob thing happened in Aus BB... shakes head ...
Disclaimer: Don't Own Big Brother, nor do I own Supernatural or the other mentioned shows.
A/N: Enjoy and reviews are very much appreciated…