CHAPTER FIVE
"I don't understand Dean," Castiel (Angel of the Lord apparently) gravelly told his companion. "Why would those two girls think we are involved sexually?"
Dean groaned and dropped his head to the table in front of him. What the fuck is even his life anymore? Oh yeah, that's right, it's just one giant clusterfuck after another. Great. "I am not having this conversation. I did not ask for this."
Sam was unashamedly giggling in the background. Bitch. "Yeah Dean, why would they think that?"
Fuck this shit. As soon as they get home, Dean is moving to the fucking moon, just so nobody can ever screw with him again. Sam can stay behind and save the world when the hypothetical shit hits the fan again.
He sighed angrily. He probably wouldn't get to a rocket before another crisis began. Fuck his life.
He glanced around the room they had all vacated to. According to King-fucking-Arthur (seriously when did this shit actually happen to real people. He's about to call bullshit on life) they were in the "Throne Room" (Or what Dean had dubbed "The Unnecessarily Huge-Ass Room for Stick-Up-Their-Arse Kings ((and said king's manservant who may or may not be fucking?))).
A loud cough interrupted his thoughts (there seemed to be a lot of that going around actually) and he glanced up to where all of the girls were standing at the end of the hall. Dean noted smugly that the Mightier-Than-Thou King and his Manservant were studiously avoiding each other's eyes, their cheeks probably permanently stained pink.
Dean's got to hand it to those girls, they can really do some awkward damage.
Wait, he's getting side tracked again.
"Listen up Bitchez!" The girl he vaguely remembered was Adrian. As all heads turned to her she coughed and nodded to herself. "Now we-and by 'we' I mean everyone but Kiara and Olivia- are extremely sorry for no doubt causing you permanent mental scars."
Kiara and Olivia started booing. Nobody listened.
A curly haired girl, (Sam reminded him her name was Ginny) started off. "We all actually have no idea how we each got here and have no idea how we might get back, so if anyone has any ideas please some forward."
A small girl who had barely spoke to anyone stepped forward. "Well, umm my name's Tash and I actually think that the best option is to first get the story of how everyone got here in the first place."
There was a silence.
Then said silence was interrupted by Olivia yelling. "Stop being so smart!" And Kiara cackling madly afterwards.
Dean was about to agree (honestly he wasn't actually sure if there was a better option because he was really confused) when Arthur's servant stepped forward.
"Well I'm Merlin."
WHAT THE FUCK! WHERE'S HIS BEARD! HIS LIFE IS A LIE!
Dean turned to see Sam's 'this is so unexpected I might actually create a new face' face #2093 and knew for certain he wasn't the only one who was surprised.
"And I also just want to apologise for His Pratiness over here. He doesn't do well with strangers."
"Merlin. Don't make me send you to the stocks, again." Arthur sneered right back with practised ease.
Dean could definitely understand where those girls were coming from.
Adrian turned to Olivia and Kiara, who were standing side by side and whispering in each other's ears. "So, you two!" Their heads shot up at finally being acknowledged. "How did you get here?"
Kiara shrugged her shoulders. "Me and Liv were just watching Merlin in Ebony's theatre-"
"I thought I told you to not to poison my giant T.V. with that crap?"
Kiara carried on, ignoring Ebony entirely. "And we fell asleep in our blanket fort and woke up here. That's it."
Brit carried on. "I was just chillin' on our couch and watching Supernatural when I randomly got sucked into the T.V."
Ebony clicked her tongue. "I was walking Wally and walked through a tiny puddle and fell like ten thousand feet."
Tash laughed and tapped her on the shoulder. "I got eaten by a book on modern warfare!"
"Well," Karinda challenged. "I got swallowed into a picnic table. At school. Beat that."
Megan stepped forward quietly and coughed. All eyes turned to her. "Well. . ."
Megan was starting to get hot, all the jumping around and screaming had exhausted her and her voice was starting to tear. It felt like a billion girls were around her, all screaming and shouting, and all wearing the same merchandise.
One Direction.
She joined in with the chant that started to arise.
"One D! One D! One D!" It flooded out any other noise that could be heard.
A sudden cheer erupted when the four British boys + Niall sprang back onstage with a hearty.
"How're we going guys!?" Liam yelled into his mic. "We all enjoying the show?"
Everyone screamed their yesses, Megan joining in.
Niall sunnily announced. "Well we hope you love the next one guys. KISS YOU!"
Another screaming wave hushed over the crowd as the opening tune to the song started. And that's when Megan noticed it.
There was a thing in her hand, a thing that was not there before. She raised her arm to see it and what was it she saw?
Garlic Bread.
Megan had no idea how it got there but they were all friends there and, you know, Garlic Bread. So she took a bite.
And almost hurled. It was the most disgusting Garlic Bread she had ever eaten. Obviously not all of them were friends. She scowled at the offending bread and decided, What the hell? And hurled it onto the stage.
And suddenly she was being sucked into a giant swirl of garlic and butter and bread, yelling as the portal ate up her legs, then stomach, then chest then head.
And all she could see and smell and taste was that horrible Garlic Bread.
And then she knew no more.
Megan coughed after finishing her tale and looked up to see twelve faces gaping at her.
Sam choked out unbelievably. "I think Megan wins."
No doubt everyone agreed with slightly shaken nods.