Largofan: Don't own, don't sue, no money
- Start -
The Winchesters, Bobby, Castiel, and Gabriel all whip around to face the house as they hear a scream before sprinting inside the house to find Largo chasing after what looks to be a stone angel with a cast iron frying pan in hand. Sam grabs the ginger as she runs past him.
"Let me go, Sam! Fucking bastard deserves to be de-brained!" she shouts angrily as the stone angel peeks into the room from the doorway and they see that it was Adam in makeup, a gray toga and wings.
"What the hell are ya idjits doin?" Bobby asks, looking between the two as Dean takes the cast iron pan away from the ginger.
"It was a joke!" Adam says, still ready to bolt since the woman was still struggling to get free of the largest Winchester.
"There is nothing funny about weeping angels! They're terrifying!" she shouts at him.
"What the hell is a weeping angel? He looks like an angel on a church," Dean says as Gabriel grins.
"They're from Doctor Who, they're a race of alien assassins, who if you look at them, turn to stone. They hide themselves as statues," he says as the woman finally starts to calm down, though a muscle under her right eye was twitching like mad.
"I'm going to get you back," she warns Adam and he sticks his tongue out.
"Idjit, go get changed out of that dress and get the make up off," Bobby says and Adam is happy the makeup is so thick that no one can see him blush.
- End -
Largofan: I'm a Whovian and get the shivers when ever I see angel statues, so I thought it would make a good short and Adam is a nineteen year old boy, cooped up in a house with out much to do since he knows nothing about hunting and Sam and Dean want to keep him safe since they had failed the first time around. So obviously, he's going to get into mischief.