Foreword:
I toyed with this idea when I had to watch the Gatorade Duels. Yes, I can find a way to think about Supernatural in pretty much any situation, why do you ask? I apologize for any wrong information, race fans.
Disclaimer:
I don't own Supernatural or Sam or Dean.
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Dean noticed that the car had started to glide toward the wall and decelerate, and quickly put his foot on the accelerator and his hands on the wheel.
"Dean?" Sam's voice came over the earpiece in Dean's helmet, "Dean, are you okay?"
"I'm alright, Sammy. What is going on?" Dean asked, confused as he unconsciously shifted when he rounded the corner.
"It's pretty obvious, Dean. I think our goal is to win the race." Sam answered.
"Yeah, I think your right. Where are you?" Dean raised his voice over the sound of the roaring engine.
"In the pit. Bring it on in. You're about to blow a tire." Sam answered.
Dean nodded and finished up the angling the car into the pit lane and stopped when a sign that matched the color of his jumpsuit was held in front of his car. Sam unbuttoned the flap on the driver's side window. He had a headset on over a ball cap and a jumpsuit similar to Dean's
"Okay, we're about halfway through a two-hundred lap race. You're in third right now. Second place is the one in the pink that's just about to come by." Sam pointed.
Dean looked over at a bubblegum pink car that Dean found incredibly nauseating sped past them to a pit crew in front of them. He saw a flash of a smile and a wave of a very slim, pale hand.
"It's the freaking trickster!" Dean exclaimed.
"You gotta go, Dean. Knock 'em dead." Sam tapped on the door and backed away from the window.
The flag was pulled back into the pit and Dean stomped on the accelerator, the smell of burning rubber and gasoline burning the inside of his nostrils.
He sped past the trickster's pit and saw that she just needed gas and rocketed off right behind him. Dean took a sharp left turn onto the track once more.
"Good, Dean. We managed to get in front of her. Now keep to the inside of the track as much as you can without putting too much pressure on that front left tire."
"Gotcha, Sammy." Dean followed Sam's instructions and looked to find the trickster falled slowly behind him.
"Now for first." Dean said mostly to himself.
"It's the guy in rainbow in front of you. You've lapped the guy in blue." Sam's voice notified him.
"Rainbow? What the hell?" Dean babbled, then thought, Wait, rainbow…oh no…
Sure enough he pulled up on the First place driver's left side and looked into the window to see. He dropped back slightly so his driver's side window was even with the rainbow car's tail light.
"Our friend the clown is back, Sam." Dean said into his helmet.
"Oh, hell." He heard Sam curse. "Just try to get around him, Dean. You're coming into the last twenty laps."
Dean nodded, forgetting that Sam couldn't see him and shifted into a lower gear for more power. He shot forward, passing the rainbow car so that their positions were switched; Dean was in front of the other car's front headlights.
"Looks like we got this one in the bag, Sa-" Dean was interrupted by a sharp bump.
"Uh!" Dean struggled to regain control of his car, which was showing signs of fishtailing. He counter steered like an expert, quickly stopping the dangerous weaving before it was turned into a disaster.
"Dean! Dean, what happened?" Sam's voice asked urgently.
"Clown Boy is trying to wreck me!" Dean managed to say before another bump was administered to his car.
"Shake him! Go inside a little more." Sam advised him over the headset.
Dean turned the wheel to the left slightly, hugging the inside of the track a little more. The Clown Followed him.
"Damn it!" Dean heard Sam say. He must be watching on a screen.
"Hang on, Sammy. I got a plan." Dean stayed a constant speed when the rainbow car came up to bump him again. He took a deep breath and steered away, sped up and turned right to the outside of the track, clipping the front end of the clown car.
The rainbow car fishtailed, spinning wildly out of control and finally rolling several time on the grassy infield.
He heard Sam chuckle. "Nice moves, Dean."
Dean saluted Sam even though he could not see him. "Well, thank you, Sammy." Dean said as he raced across the finish line, a very sour-faced Trickster in tow.
Dean pulled into the winner's circle and pulled himself out of his racecar. He looked around to realize the the stadium that they were racing in was completely empty. He looked over at the finish line and saw as the drivers passed over the checkered banner painted on the road, they turned into smoke and floated out of existence. Sam walked over.
Dean swung his legs over the window frame and stood, taking his helmt of and rubbing his hear to make it stand on end, as it always did. "So what happens now?" Dean asked Sam as he held the helmet under one arm.
"I don't know." Sam said.
"You guys got of easy this time, but next time it'll get tougher." The trickster yelled from behind them. The she snapped her fingers and disappeared.
"I really don't like the sound of-" Dean sneezed and also blinked out of sight.
Sam was startled, but before he could yell his brother's name, he also sneezed into his elbow.
Sam opened his eyes to find himself in a grassy field with no sign of his brother. He saw in front of him was a dark cave with a sign to one side that read "Danger! Beyond thar be dragons!" He felt a weight on his hips and looked down and found that, though he still had his normal clothes on, he had been outfitted with a sword and scabbard. It had an ornate handle and a jeweled hilt. It looked like it had come straight out of a…
"Oh, man. I'm in a freaking FAIRY TALE?!?"
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What am I going to do with this? I have no idea but it will be interesting to see if I can pull it off or not! Tell me if I should continue with this horribly twisted tale.
Keep on keepin' on!
