Title: Spn Takeover, the breaks over.
Author: Pinkkitty85
Summary:The Fangirls from the original Takeover are back for another round.
Disclaimer:Don't own, so don't sue. Don't own the movies: 'Beetlejuice' or 'Ghost rider', don't own the movie or show 'The Addams family'. Don't own the songs 'Barbie girl' or 'Call me', Remember total crack. No offense to anyone, and most of all no offense to Jensen and Jared, and of coarse my fellow Fangirls. Big thanks to my friend Ariane, for her never-ending ideas. 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. Hugs from the Winchesters for reviews! Enjoy!!
Ch 7 "Graveyards, ghouls and making the Brittany's look like fools!"
Way past peaceful pines development, halfway through the thick forest of pine trees stood a sinister house on the hill. Set to one side was a boggy swap at the edge of the woods; on the other sat a bone yard named: Necropolis, which in Latin meant 'city of the dead'. Sam literally sat there in awe of the grand graveyard. Family plots and crypts littered the grounds; mausoleums layed around like gothic dollhouses. The moonlight cast an eerie glow, making it seem like it was almost alive, a metropolis of the dead that slept encircled by the city of the living. Well, not exactly living.
The house, well most likely mansion in it's hey day, looked like it had anything but the living under its roof. It looked more like the cover of a Marilyn Manson album than a home. Its paint was a steely dark grey, its double-sloped roof called mansard held large dormer windows that projected out like eyebrows from the roof. Its height seemed massive; it was square in form, with U-shaped window crowns, decorative brackets, and single story porches. The second story held even larger stained glass windows that appeared like menacing eyes staring out from inside its corridors. Its Victorian style leaned towards a less romantic era, to one of more gloom and doom. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Sam wondered if this was the home that helped inspired Mary Shelley. He comically wondered if Boo Radley or leatherface could be sitting inside waiting for them, but with their luck it was probably just a group of teenagers playing spin the bottle.
"So, I guess this 001 cemetery lane," Dean started sarcastically, "You know once I'd like to find a nice condo on a street that wasn't named anything disturbing."
Sam shook his head and ignored his brother.
"Wow, a second empire mansion." he mumbled.
Dean put the impala in park.
"A second what?"
Sam rolled his eyes, "Second Empire, it's an architectural style, a gothic look many homes from the turn of the century had. It was their alternative to gingerbread look of the other grand Victorians from the time."
Dean looked over at his younger brother.
"Ok, lets see here,"he held up his fingers to count, "One, you read fairy tales,two you know way too much about architecture, and three you used to live in San Francisco-"Sam cut in.
"Yeah, soo..."he trailed off.
Dean cleared his throat.
"Well, you are turning into the type of character they write slash about..."He replied off hand as he stepped out of the car.
Sam stared forward for a second, then his eyes widened.
"Ok, um did you ah catch that Lakers game?" he asked timidly stepping out.
Dean chuckled as he shut his door, and went around to the trunk.
"Wait who are 'they'?" Sam asked suspiciously.
Dean bit his lip.
"I don't really know, but I'm guessing the same 'they' who want me to look like a bad ass, make you act all emo, who are quite possibly the same people whom you tease by wearing twenty layers of clothes, and the same ones who keep making the women in our lives 'disappear'." he stated in his, 'Dean Winchester matter of fact 'type of way.
Sam nodded solemnly.
"We should fear them shouldn't we?" he asked in a way that made him seem four years old.
Dean shook his head.
"Nope, were good just as long as my pants stay tight and your hair stays long."
Both boys considered this, laughed nervously and cleared their throats.
"So, you think we should check out this cemetery first?"
"Yep, 'they' love us in cemeteries...or so I hear." Dean smirked as he grabbed two bags and closed the trunk.
Within minutes, they were inside the hallowed grounds of the Addams estate. They crept past marble tombs and headstones scribed with ancient epitaphs, guided by the moon and Deans flashlight. The whole place itself was a signature of a bygone era; it was almost a time warp, just stepping under the massive iron gates instantly transported you to the turn of the century.
"This cemetery is even better than one from Ghost rider," Dean chuckled before growing sober, "But I mark my words, if I see one zombie I'm blowin' this place to hell."
Sam couldn't help but laugh as he continued studying the tombs around him. He stopped dead as they came upon two large statues with an inscription.
"Wait," he grabbed his brother's arm and focused the flashlight, "Sic gorgiamos allos subjectatus nunc."he read alod.
Dean raised his eyebrows.
"What the hell does that mean?"
"We gladly feast on those who would subdue us."Sam mummered.
"It couldn't just say'welcome'could it?"his brother groaned.
Sam shrugged as they made their made up to the house.No words were spoken,as yet another lock was picked,and they entered yet another residence illegally.The first thing each boy saw was a large wooden staircase coming off a grey marble floor.Large rooms were off to each side.Dean stepped towards the wall,and focused his beam on a large and dusty oil painting,of a particularry macabre looking family.
"Dean,"Sam whispered slowly, "I feel like I've seen this place somewhere before."
"Ok,Johnny Blaze will goto the left and, "Dean paused, "and you Roxanne can goto the right."he whispered comically.
Before his brother could reply the lights started to flicker on and off.
"I swear to god,I didn't touch anything."Dean whispered.
Sam froze in place,as spooky organ music started to waft throughout the foyer.Dean locked eyes with him,and turned his head towards a parlor to the left.Slowly,the two Winchesters tiptoed their way deeper into the gloomy mansion, guns high and witty remarks on hand.
The room was pitch black, the flashlight showed no signs of inhabitants. Dusty couches and antique tables lined the walls, it wasn't until their eyes landed on a large wicker chair, that the music stopped and the flashlight cut out.
"What the..."
It was then that the most horrifying thing imaginable happened. The lights flashed once more, revealing a pale dark haired couple. The woman, who was dressed in a skintight black dress, sat in the chair, as her companion stood to her side. He wore a black and white striped suit, had a dark mustache covering his upper lip, while he held a lit cigar in one hand. The blood of the Winchesters ran cold, as their fingers rose and snapped in mid air...
They're creepy and they're kooky,
Mysterious and spooky,
they're all together ooky,
The Addams Family.
Their house is a museum
where people come to see 'em
they really are a scream
The Addams Family.
(Neat)
(Sweet)
(Petite)
So get a witches shawl on
A broomstick you can crawl on
we're gonna pay a call on
The Addams Family.
Sam and Dean stood there in sheer terror. Their hearts pounding in their chests, neither daring to breathe until the sound of a gong brought them back to their senses.
"Is that who I think it is?" Sam asked as calmly as he could.
His brother nodded still unable to speak.
"Then that gong means..." Both boys turned on their heels back towards the door.
"We need to get the-"Dean stopped as he came face to face with the second tallest man he had ever seen, "You had to ask, didn't you Sammy!"
"You rang?"
Sam and Dean broke out into a run into the opposite direction, which led them up the stairs, onto the second and third stories.
"Well Sammy I think we finally found someone taller than you."
Sam struggled to catch his breath, "Real funny Dean, but this isn't the time to be humorous..."
His sentence died in mid air as they rounded a corner, coming to a stop in a large room filled with ancient instruments of torture. They caught sight of an iron maiden, rack, a set of electric chairs, a bed-of-nails ,a guillotine, and a set of stocks inscribed "his" and "hers".
"Well," Dean looked around wide-eyed, "This just keeps getting better and better."
Sam looked over a guillotine next to the iron maiden.
"I really think we should have thought this whole idea out."
Dean sent him the worst death glare imaginable.
"Ya think?"
Behind them the door creaked to a close, revealing a bald man, dressed in a brown robe, holding a light bulb in his mouth.
Pure instinct made Deans hand snap up and pull the trigger of his gun. The bullet sliced through mid air and smashed the light bulb into a million pieces. The man however, stood unharmed and smiled like a lunatic.
"Ohh Crap! Any ideas Sam?" Dean whispered as the boys stepped back.
Sam looked in every direction for a way to escape, when off to the side a disembodied hand stepped or rather walked, out of a box next to an enormous battle-axe. His eyes widened as he leaned over and tugged on his brother's sleeve.
"Dean?"
Dean's head snapped to side to see Sam pointing towards a fireplace. Just then, the fingers from the hand pointed to two tall windows a few feet behind the Winchesters.
"Well Sammy it looks like we either jump out the window, or we deal with uncle Fester, which is yet another sentence in long line of sentences I thought I'd never say."
Two loud shots later glass flew out of the third story of the gloomy second empire mansion, as two boys launched themselves out the windows. If anyone were driving by they would describe it as 'raining Winchesters'(subsequently our dreams come true), if one knew who the Winchesters were(who doesn't?), and two if they could actually see that well at night. Their screams could be herd for miles as the boys landed into two freshly dug graves, with two identical thumps.
Beside the graves stood two children by the names of Wednesday and Pugsley, holding shovels and looking down at the stunned men.
"Are they dead?" asked the chubby boy.
His sister turned her dark pigtails towards him and simply replied, "Does it matter?"
Pink and the girls would soon learn that filiming with the Brittany's was next to impossible.They seemed to have a new demand every five minutes,then waited untill they were filiming to ask a series of inane questions.
"Why are the places soo dark?Why can't they film somewhere nice ,like cabo?"asked Brittany number one.
"OOh I love cabo!!The drinks keep coming ,and no one cards there!"stated the second.
Since no one could could tell the Brittanys apart,Pink had decided to call the one that wore green number one,and the other number two,which was than Harmanys method,which Pink pointed out that excact morning.
"Good news everyone!"
The girls all looked up from the crafts table as Harm walked in.
"You just figuerd out that you watch too much futurama?"Smirked Grey.
Harmony stuck out her tongue, "No,I finally found a way to tell the brittanys apart."
Harmony turned her head and pointed twards the aforementioned Brittanys,who at that very second busy texting each other,every four seconds as if they weren't sitting side by side.
Pink folded her arms, "Really?This I'm dying to hear."she finshed skeptically.
Harm didn't let her friends sarcasm dull her mood.
"Well,the one in green is Brittany-Tiffany and the other is Tiffany-Brittany."she stated enthusiastically.
"And how do you know that?"asked Grey impatientally.
Harmony held up her and reached into her pocket, suddently the most annoying ringtone in the world sounded from the first Brittanys sidekick.
"- I'm a Barbie girl in the Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation-"
They waited in silence as the young woman fumbled and tryed to figure out how to anwser,it was then that she stood up and turned around revealing a lime green paper stuck to her back.
Pink squinted , "Wait...is that a post-it?!"
Harmony put her phone away, "Oh,Then that ones Tiffany-Brittany."she nodded.
Pinks eyes grew wide, "You didn't!"
Harmony nodded evilly.
Grey snorted, " Wait a sec,I have one better,"she grabbed her phone and dialed the second.
"-Call me on the line
Call me call me any anytime
Call me oh my love
when you're ready we can share the wine
call me-"
They all watched on as the second Brittany, stood up to answer her cell, this time when she turned they caught sight of a white piece of notebook paper, with the words 'Kick me' written on it.
Harmony turned back to her friend and nodded, "Touché."