Author/Banshee Queen: "Okay Chapter 2 is way longer and way funnier. The reason most of Chapter 1 was in italics was because it was a flashback as you'll read on in this chapter. Happy reading!" :)
Disclaimer: "Don't own Jensen Ackles or his character Dean but damn...just think of all the things you could do with a hot thang like him." (Winks)
Chapter 2: The Horror Unleashed
Sam would've smiled remembering the conversation between his father and older brother earlier on that morning, but now he was getting to the point of wanting to throw something at Dean. For the past three hours, Dean had continuously flicked through channel after channel, stopping briefly to watch some 30-minute soapie episode or scanning every ad only to point out something negative.
"I mean, who buys this stuff? A vibrating bed? I might as well just go and look for the nearest adult shop, buy a whole shipment of vibrators and shove them under my mattress."
Under his breath, Sam growled sinisterly, slumping to one side of the couch even further. Just then, another ad of a children's toy involving a plush Big Bird, Cookie Monster, and Ernie and Bert flashed across the screen. Both brothers sat immobile staring at the screen dumbly for half a minute.
"You know what this reminds me of?" Dean asked, pointing to the screen as he broke the silence.
"No, what?" Replied Sam.
"Those stupid little prancing, dancing, cooing, colourful things from the UK."
Sam frowned and straightened on his side of the couch, swiveling his head to the right to look at his brother.
"What are you on Dean?"
"Nothing", the older Winchester answered truthfully.
"Well what do you mean by 'prancing, dancing, cooing things' ", questioned Sam sarcastically using his index fingers as quotation marks, "I didn't even know you had the word 'prancing' in that thing you call a vocabulary."
Dean glowered at his brother fiercely.
"Oh wait, do you even know what the word vocabulary means, Dean?"
"Dude, you're askin' for a punch." The older Winchester stated as one eyebrow shot up threateningly.
"Well you're askin' for some serious psychiatric help."
Those pensive green eyes frowned over at Sam, "Sammy, you know what I mean."
"It's Sam", glowered the younger Winchester, "and no I don't know so why don't you just enlighten me already."
"You know, they sing and dance and live in a hole in the ground."
"You mean like hobbits?"
"Ha ha, nice try college boy but no. You've seen them heaps of times before on telly, they have those weird screens on their stomach's that change and stuff. They have names like La-lu and Dinky Winky."
Sam's eyes widened partly in horror and in recognition.
"You don't mean Teletubbies do you?
The younger Winchester leapt so far out of his seat from fright when Dean jumped out of his, and onto the couch shouting; "That's the one!"
A sigh of relief escaped Sam's lips as he settled back into his seat comfortably.
"Thank you for the 10am wake up call Dean, but I'm already awake in case you hadn't noticed! And for the record, they're names are La-la and Tinky Winky."
"Whatever", shrugged Dean, "all I know is if we ever come up against those things, I bag the shotty, flamethrower, salt, and all the goddamn holy-water on this planet."
Sam looked over at his brother and frowned.
"Dude, they're everyday people like us dressed up in those costumes, performing on a children's television show. You can't just shoot, burn, or salt one of them."
Dean just snickered loudly, producing another frown from his little brother.
"Oh yeah? Just watch me. And let me tell you somethin' else Sammy, one; those people need serious help, and two; we are not normal people."
"Yeah, you don't need to tell me that", sighed Sam as he slumped his head lower onto the arm rest.
"If I see one more ad come on with them advertising those colourful little freaks, I'll blow this T.V apart."
Eyes glued to the T.V screen, Sam mumbled the next sentence, "I admit they're a little annoying and creepy, but you have the remote in your hands Dean, you can just easily change the channel if you don't wanna' see another ad."
"So you're telling me right here, right now, that those things don't freak you out?" Dean questioned haughtily.
"I didn't say that, I said they were creepy." Moan Sam.
"Which means you have a fear of them." Concluded Dean smugly, flipping to another channel.
Surprise painted Sam's face. "Excuse me?"
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy", sighed Dean teasingly, "you never let anyone in do you?"
"Aaah no, that would be you."
"Stop getting off track."
"I'm not!"
"Are to."
"Are not."
"Man you're immature", stated Dean, shaking his head while Sam stared at him in disbelief, "but I guess that's why I'm the older brother."
Confusion and amazement at how big his brother's ego had grown, stunned Sam. "I didn't have a choice of being the younger one out of us you know."
"Mmm hmm. Whatever Sammy, there you go denying again."
"What? Who-
"Never mind, it's okay to be afraid of a Teletubbie, those things are the very spawn of evil, corrupting every child within hearing or seeing distance Sammy, and you my dear brother are scared of the things."
Sam straightened so suddenly in his seat, that Dean turned to look at him innocently; wide eyed.
"There's something wrong with you, you know that?"
"Damn straight Sammy, and the chicks love it."
The sudden wicked grin which reached Dean's lips scared the hell out of Sam, and in fear of what he was thinking or had done, and in suspicion, he recoiled to the farthest corner of the couch. A couple of minutes silence passed before Dean shouted; "Awww come on! You know it's true!"
"Yeah whatever", mumbled Sam.
"Sam, why don't you just admit you're terrified of a Teletubbie?"
"Because I'm not!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"What about the time I saw you trying to change the channel and the remote wouldn't work?"
"When was this?" Questioned Sam incredulously.
"Five years ago, you were eleven years old and we had stopped that night in the motel because you were complaining to Dad about being carsick. The morning after, me and Dad went to McDonald's to bring something back for you. The line was too long and there were no hot chicks to perve on, so I decided to walk back to the motel", Sam rolled his eyes over Dean's last comment, "anyway I tried to make no sound as I opened the door, intending to scare the living shit out of you", a hearty laugh escaped Dean's throat as he threw his head back and laughed, "when I saw you sitting on your bed reading a comic, an ad came on with singing and dancing Teletubbies and you totally freaked. The remote musta' went dead or somethin' coz you were just pressin' the crap out its buttons and it just wouldn't budge. That's when I saw you leap off the bed and yank the T.V cord out of the power point", Sam blushed a bright red as Dean continued on, "now correct me if I'm wrong little brother, but to me, they would be the actions of a person with the fear of a Teletubbie! So spill!"
"Alright! Alright!" Shouted Sam, raking a hand through his shaggy head of hair.
It took a full minute of the younger Winchester telling his brother to shut up and stop giving him those looks before he complied.
"Six months before that, the one time that I ever walked into a supermarket to get a few supplies for the road, I saw this really pretty girl-
"Aaah, the Casanova!" Interrupted Dean, raising a finger in solute.
"Do you wanna' hear this story or not?"
The older Winchester waved him on hurriedly, propping his feet upon the little worn down wooden coffee-table.
"Anyway, I stood behind a stack of coke cans for ten minutes wondering if I should go up and talk to her, before…" The younger Winchester trailed off before blushing and suddenly finding a new interest with his unoccupied hands.
"Before…", questioned Dean, trying to pry the answer from him, "oh no…oh no…don't tell me that-
"Yeah."
"You didn't-
"Nope.
"It just-
"Yep."
"Man!"
"I know. The whole thing just collapsed on me. People were staring, cans went rolling across the floor everywhere, but most of all that girl looked at me as if I were some sort of freak. As she walked away, I noticed that she had this Teletubbie backpack on in the shape of one of those little monsters and it looked like it was gawking at me with wide eyes and silently laughing at me like some sort of maniac. Ever since then, I've hated Teletubbies."
"That's some story dude." Was all Dean said after Sam had finished.
"What?" Sam shifted in his seat again and looked at his brother with wide eyes, "That's all you're gonna' say after I just told you all that?"
Flipping through a couple more channels, Dean swiveled his head left to look at this younger brother.
"Whaddya' mean 'all that?' There wasn't really much to tell in the first place anyway Sammy."
"It's Sam to you", growled the younger Winchester momentarily, "and yes there is. I just admitted to you the reason why I was and am scared of Teletubbies full stop. I mean, Dean man, I could've just gone without not telling you at all."
"You're right, but I got my way and that's all that matters", smiled Dean devilishly.
"You're pathetic, you know that?" Questioned Sam.
"So you've told me on countless occasions", retorted Dean smartly, "but not as pathetic as you", mumbled the older Winchester.
"What?"
Sam was out of his seat so fast Dean almost flinched at the sight of his sixteen year old brother staring down at him.
"You heard me bro", Sam continued to stand his ground and glared down at his brother, "you got serious issues if you're scared of a Teletubbie dude."
Towering over Dean, a more than confused look crossed Sam's face as he tried to justify his side of the story. "You were the one who made me admit to being scared of Teletubbies and the reason why!"
"Yeah so?"
Sam sat staring at his brother for a moment before his eyes widened and his waved his finger at his brother frenetically.
"You're scared of Teletubbies too! I don't know why I never thought of it! I should've seen it coming!"
"What are you talking about?" Question Dean confusedly. "Me? Afraid of a Teletubbie? You're out of your mind Sammy."
"No, you're out of your mind!" Retaliated Sam.
"Well I'm not the one who can't get a date because I have a goddamn fear of Teletubbies."
"Shut up Dean." Sam spat abruptly.
"Oooooooh hit a sweet spot have we?"
"Dude, would you just drop it already?" Groaned Sam, sinking back into his seat. He couldn't be bothered to argue with Dean about whether he could or couldn't get a date all because he had a fear of Teletubbies. Three straight hours of this could send a man crazy. In fact, he was heading that way himself right at that very moment.
"Sam…"
"Man, do you ever shut up?" Shouted Sam.
"Yeah well you never-
Dean's sudden yell of "Look!" followed by his weight being momentarily lifted off the couch and then back down again forced Sam upright as he looked over at his older brother, half crouching, half standing on the couch. Swinging his gaze in the direction that Dean was madly pointing to, his eyes zeroed in to the four colourful pudgy figures dancing across the screen, cooing and mewing (if that was even possible), at the same time. A high pitched strangled scream flew from Sam's throat as he dived for the remote, Dean at the same time crashing into Sam as they both wrestled for control over the remote.
"Change the channel! Change the channel Dean!" Screamed Sam for all he was worth.
The four figures continued to beckon the nation's children into buying a giggling talking, laughing plush clone of themselves, jumping around the screen with eyes as wide as saucers, looking as if they were stoned. Knocking the coffee table over with their scuffle, Dean frantically tried to pry the remote from Sam's long fingers.
"I'm trying to!" Yelled back the older Winchester, "let go of the control Sammy!"
Both brothers' hands gripped the remote tightly, neither willing to let go, as fingers and thumbs became entangled. However, both soon found this even more frightening as Dean's pointer came down hard on the volume button and soon every inch of the living room was filled with the echoes of the trademark dancing, cooing song of the Teletubbies.
Sam only scream louder and dug his nails into Dean's fingers.
"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!" Screeched Dean agonizingly.
"Change the channel! Change it Dean! Change it!"
"I would if you-", the older Winchester groaned against Sam's nails digging into his flesh, "just-", he heaved loudly as he rolled Sam clear off of him and pointed the remote towards the T.V as if it were a gun.
Sam immediately jumped to his feet and dived at Dean again, clawing furiously past his brother's outstretched arm which barred his way between him and the remote.
Dean grunted in frustration at Sam's relentless pushing and shoving and at the fact that the stupid remote wouldn't obey the pounding motion of his pointer finger pressing down on the "off" button. And then those stupid Teletubbies were still dancing and singing across the screen. The older Winchester's eyes briefly flickered to look at the screen.
Sam was right; the four colourful things were creepy. In fact, the things were giving him goose bumps and sending shivers down his spine. Those dreamy green eyes widened in fear as the hair on his arms stood up straight; those black pools of insanity seemed to draw Dean closer and closer towards the television, chirpy voices beckoning, and colourful bodies bouncing from one foot to the other.
A small yelp escaped Dean's throat as he, (only now), frantically tried jamming his finger down harder on the "off" button than before. Sammy was right after all! The little shits were still continuing on with their masquerade slash advertisement and Sam had somehow gained a half-hold on the remote again, his whole hand pressing down on Dean's pointer finger over the "off" button.
"Change the channel Dean! Change it! Oh please for God sake's change it Dean-
"I'm trying damnit!" The older Winchester yelled back over the noise and confusion. "Just let go of the remote Sammy!"
"NO!"
The scream that sprang from Sam's lips was so desperate and raw, that Dean being startled, turned to look at his younger brother in awe and compassion.
He was terrified to the ends of his wits.
A quick glance back down at the remote again was all Dean needed before he cast the thing aside with Sam still attached to it, and dived for the T.V. Another frustrated growl escaped Dean's throat as he was forced to the point of punching the buttons below the television screen.
"Turn it off! Turn it off!" Came Sam's frenzied shrieks from behind him.
"I'm trying!" Dean shouted back at him. Another moan and the older Winchester growled menacingly, "Damit Sammy shut up!"
CLINK!
Dean's fist connected with the screen hard, sending him recoiling from the rectangular box and nursing a crooked wrist.
"Shut it off, shut it off", Sam's muffled moans echoed.
The older Winchester turned to look at his younger brother and saw him pacing up and down the length of the lounge room with both hands grasping either side of his head, his long shaggy mop of brown hair falling over his eyes and disarrayed.
Crawling as best he could towards the T.V again, Sam abruptly looked up, tears forming in the corners of his eyes and was about to direct Dean when-
CHUNK!
The older Winchester's devilishly gorgeous smile returned to those lustrous lips, green eyes shining with pride as he spun around to face a quivering Sam with his prize held aloft in his hand; the cord which connected the T.V to the power point.
Author/Banshee Queen: "Review please?"