Wow. I picked up a new reader! This is amazing; I never understood the high writers get from a review til now. You keep them coming, and I'll keep this coming.
And snfan228, I'm glad you're still enjoying this. Those songs get stuck in my head on an almost daily basis!
Enough babbling, on with the show!
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The sun was just starting to set when Dean and Sam arrived back at the Monkees' pad. The Monkees were out on the beach watching the sun falling into the Pacific Ocean in a spray of color as they joined them.
"That was nice," said Peter as they all went back to the house. Everybody agreed, and Mike opened the front door. Suddenly a couch cushion flew out and knocked them all down except Dean and Sam, who ducked just in time. They used the cushion as a shield as they entered, fending off a dancing Indian chief statue and TV stand.
"You got the stuff?" Dean asked as they reached the middle of the living room. Mike answered, "Yep," and threw a heavy paper bag to Sam. Sam took the quartz and made a circle around the height of activity.
Suddenly everything stopped. The Indian chief fell to its side on the floor, the TV stand settled down, and Mr. Schneider stopped bouncing into Davy and Peter at the back of the group.
Sam took the container of rock salt and ripped it open. He carefully poured the salt on the floor in curving lines, connecting the pieces of quartz into a complete circle. When he was finished, a young girl appeared in the middle of the circle, her brown eyes large behind her granny glasses.
"The author thought we needed a cute girl in this fic?" asked Davy, "not that I'm complaining."
Sam and Dean exchanged confused looks at this statement. Micky noticed and said, "I don't think they break the fourth wall on their show, Davy."
Before anyone could answer, the ghost girl shrieked in glee and tried to run to Micky, bouncing off the invisible force that kept her imprisoned in the circle. She bounced off of it, landing on her backside with a surprising THUMPཀ
"She doesn't look too menacing," Sam said, earning a look from Dean, Mike, Micky, Peter, and especially Davy. "What?ཀ"
"You have so much to learn about women, Sammy," said Dean, shaking his head.
"Especially teenage women in the presence of their favorite teen idol," said Peter, in one of his wiser moments.
"Namely Micky, I think," added Mike, gesturing in poor Micky's direction.
"Me?ཀ Why me, Mike? Why not Davy?ཀ" Micky was running around and waving his arms, making Valleri squeal in delight. This, in turn, made him run faster and so into his drum set, luckily only knocking over his cymbals with a crash.
"Me? Why me?" asked Davy as he pulled Micky to his feet.
"'Cuz it's always you," Mike said immediately.
Davy shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Well, whoever it is," interrupted Dean, "she doesn't belong here and we need to figure out how to make her leave, since burning the bones is out of the question."
The dead silence after this statement was broken not by Jiminy, Peter's new pet cricket, but by Valleri crashing against her confines and yelling, her big brown eyes turning a dangerous shade of purple.
"Don't talk to them like that, Colonel Bossy-Pantsཀ"
At "Col. Bossy-Pants," all the Monkees gasped theatrically. Sam and Dean rolled their eyes, and Sam saw an old poster for the Mickey Mouse Club on the wall. 'It's a crazy idea,' he thought, 'but crazy is what will probably work here.'
"Valleri, are you a member of a fan club of any kind?"
She blinked at Sam owlishly, her eyes returning to their normal shade of brown. "Well, I tried to join the Micky Dolenz Fan Club, but... this happened before the paperwork went through."
"How would you like to be founder and president of the Other Side's chapter of the Micky Dolenz Fan Club?"
"Me? President?" said Valleri, clapping her hands. "You really think I can?"
"Sure," said Micky, "you are my biggest fan, stalking me from beyond the grave."
"Furthest before you was just our neighbor Sara," interrupted Davy, "who lives two houses down with her mum."
"Davy, you shouldn't lie like thatཀ" said Micky with a nervous giggle, glancing at Sam and Dean to see what they thought. Evidently they were hiding their laughter well enough, because Micky cleared his throat and said, "I, Micky Dolenz, hereby dub thee, Valleri--" He looked around, and Sam mouthed 'Sanders' to him. "--Sanders, President of my Fan Club, Other Side branch." He attempted a complicated twirl of his drumsticks and immediately dropped them.
Everyone applauded, Sam and Dean not as energetically as everyone else, as Valleri saluted Micky with tears in her eyes. White light surrounded her as she yelled, "I won't let you down, Micky" and vanished.
When the white light enveloping Valleri disappeared, all four Monkees broke down in loud, wailing tears. Dean rolled his eyes and said, "Jeez, it's like a chick flick. Someone get me out of hereཀ"
"Easier said than done, Dean," said Sam, crossing his arms, "since someone decided to read a spell out loud without checking for a counterspell firstཀ"
As Sam's voice grew louder, the Monkees stopped their crying and headed in the brothers' direction, no sign of their recent grief in evidence.
"So you guys don't have special super powers?" asked Mike as Micky hugged Sam and Dean, making them both look uncomfortable. "I guess you guys aren't from that far in the future, are ya?"
"Oh, yeah, I forgot. We're the Wonder Twinsཀ" said Dean sarcastically. The Monkees looked at each other in confusion as he continued his tirade. "Sammy: form of a bucket of iceཀ Me: form of a stupid green tigerཀ"
"You do realize that makes you the girl, right?" Sam's face was blank except for an incessant twitch around his lips.
"Well at least I'd have the cooler power," Dean snapped, wiping the smirk off Sam's face.
"I hope there won't be any more dead people in our house tonight," said Mike as the other Monkees exchanged looks. "It's a real drag, and what are the Wonder Twins?"
"Don't worry," said Dean, using the excuse to break eye contact with his brother. "I need Sammy to figure out how to get us home, and you'll find out about the Wonder Twins in about seven years."
Sam gave his brother a dirty look and said, "It's not that easy, and you know--"
"So we're in need of a brilliant idea?" said Davy, looking expectantly at Micky.
"Yeah, I guess," said Sam, confusion in his hazel eyes.
"I'll get it," said Micky, heading towards what had been the right wall of the living room. Now it led to an offstage area, littered with wires and lights and people in headphones, drinking coffee.