Wow, I got some new readers! Thanks, everybody, for all the awesome reviews! I'm glad you're all enjoying this. This chapter has an homage to a first season Monkees episode, I wonder if you know which episode! ;) On with the crack!
"Oh, manཀ"
Sam and Dean followed Micky, wondering where he would get a brilliant idea in all this mess.
"Your house change into a studio often?" asked Sam as Dean just stared.
"You mean yours doesn't?" shrugged Micky as he knocked on a door labeled "Author."
"Come inཀ" A muffled frazzled voice came through the thin wooden door.
Micky opened the door into paper chaos. Paper covered every surface of the room; some was even taped to the ceiling. The owner of the voice that had invited them in was under the desk, searching through the pile of papers beneath.
A hand thrust up suddenly, clenching a scribbled on piece of paper. "I knew it was here somewhereཀ"
A young girl with purple glasses followed, her dirty blonde hair messy from being combed only by her fingers.
It seemed to take her a while to remember she wasn't alone as she read over her notes.
"I'm sorry. What did you need?"
"Uh... a brilliant idea?" asked Micky. "You know, to send these guys home?"
She stared at him blankly for a moment, then started muttering to herself. "Monkees... Supernatural... where are they?" She dove into another pile of papers while Micky waited patiently and Sam and Dean looked ready to go after her.
"I've got them over here," said a new voice, making all three guys jump. This girl was sitting in a corner, her blue-green eyes amused.
"Oh, thanks, Sennaཀ" The author came to get it and started mumbling again. "All right... Chronus... Valleri... still need to fix that scene... A-haཀ Get Winchesters homeཀ"
"You should get more organized in here," said Dean, "then maybe you could tell us how to get homeཀ"
Micky looked on nervously as Senna advanced on Dean menacingly, somehow seeming taller than she actually was. Her eyes also started glowing gold.
"I hope I'm not insulting you or anything," said Sam, "but why did you write a story where my brother and I go back in time and meet the Monkees?"
"Calm down, Senna," said the author absently, scratching her nose and leaving a smudge. "I don't need to be organized with her around, Dean. The idea actually kind of came from the fact that from one angle I thought you kind of looked like Micky a little bit. Oh, and you're getting home by Monkeemen powers. That good for you, Micky?"
Micky was openmouthed at this pronouncement, but no more than Sam at being compared to him. Dean started snickering as Micky shook himself and answered, "Yeah. That really was a brilliant ideaཀ"
"Well, I'm not a group of old Chinese men under a slave driver," she said smugly. Senna snickered, deflating her visibly. "OK, so I stole this from an old episode, Dean didn't need to know thatཀ"
"It's all right," Dean said quickly. "If this works, I don't care where you got the idea from. I might even kiss you if it'll get me out of this nuthouseཀ" The author gave a big smile that reminded them all of Valleri, and Dean gulped nervously.
"Well, we better get going," he said, pulling Sam out the door while keeping a careful eye on the author. "Thanks for your helpཀ" Senna laughed as Micky followed them quickly.
"Was she a fangirl?" asked Sam on the way through the studio, finally getting Dean off his arm. "I think I heard rumors of those at Stanford."
"Sammy, I'm so proud," said Dean, pretending to wipe tears away. "You finally learned the ways in which girls operate around boys."
They entered the living room just as he said this. Mike, Davy, and Peter looked at Sam in utter confusion, but he was forgotten as Micky related what the author had told them.
"Of courseཀ It's so obvious, it's brilliant," said Mike, slapping himself in the forehead.
"Yeah, why didn't I think of it?" Peter asked. Nobody answered, not even Jiminy, who was sitting on his shoulder.
"Well, let's find a telephone booth to change in," said Davy. They all looked around the living room, but no booth magically appeared. "All right, let's change in the bedroom then."
Before they went up the stairs, all four Monkees surrounded the Winchester brothers in a smothering hug as they cried, "Good byeཀ" Sam tried to pat them on the shoulders and comfort them. Dean tried until one of them used his shirt as a handkerchief.
"All right, boys, we'll miss you too. Will you please do what you need to so we can get home?" This stopped everyone dead. Eventually, the four Monkees, amongst sniffles and sobs, bustled upstairs, leaving two bemused brothers behind.
"You have any idea what it is they're planning on doing?" asked Dean when the music started seemingly coming out of nowhere.
"Take the last train to Clarksville..."
As the music played in the background, Mike, Micky, Peter, and Davy arrived on the landing, preening in their red spandex Monkeemen costumes with their bluish black capes. Peter tripped and knocked everyone all the way down the spiral stairs as the music continued in the background.
They dusted each other off and began cavorting around Sam and Dean in a circle. There was a puff of smoke as the Monkees started waving goodbye, Sam and Dean feeling like they were being flushed down a toilet again.
When the swirling sensation stopped, they opened their eyes to find themselves face down on the puke-green carpet of their motel room.