Oh. My. God. Please don't shoot me for this. I can hardly believe what I write at times.

Thanks to BrilliantDance, deewinchester, enid18, and Kickapoo for watching this story~!

"You're kidding."

"I wish."

"No…I mean, it's just…..you've got to be kidding."

"Unfortunately she seems very serious."

Sam and Dean fidget uncomfortably while Oprah Winfrey stares them down. She's wearing a very frilly navy shirt that has a large flower on it, and black pants with navy sequins. Like a giant, sparkly, evil talk show host flower.

Dean shivers. (This woman has to be possessed, watching her on a screen was one thing…but in person? Jesus. ….Not that Dean ever watches Oprah. Of course not.)

"So boys. I understand you're brothers, and have been raised to hunt monsters all your life. How does that make you feel?"

"……."

"How does. That make. You feel?" She says, with more force behind it. It's like having a blinking contest with a rock.

Dean's mouth is twitching angrily, Sam doesn't get to ask him about his feelings so why should Oprah get to?

"Dean, I think-" She starts in but Sam pipes up in the chair next to Dean (Sam's hand is suspiciously inching closer to his waistband, and if anyone asks Dean there is definitely not a gun there, no, not at all…)

"Uh, Oprah, I really think you should just drop it. You're not going to get anywhere with Dean and feelings in the same sentence."

And the Sam uses the non-gun hand to hide his mouth from Dean and whisper to Oprah like it's some big secret. "He angsts more than me you know."

Dean is going to wring his neck for that, Sam is going to pay, (Getting beasted by Grandma the Pagan God will look like nothing when Dean's through with Sam.)

Oprah crosses her legs and waves her hand towards Dean, her nails which are sparkly and blue seemingly reaching for Dean. (Good God is there a gesture more annoying than that one in existence?) It's like they're screaming to eat him. She has to be possessed.

"Is that so? Dean, would you care to tell us why you think Sam says this?"

"No." Dean needs to break something. Smash a chair or two, bash a head here and there. Preferably Sam's.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm going to shoot you."

"I think it's time for the video."

At this Sam and Dean's heads whip up, and they talk at the same time. "What video?"

(Somewhere in the audience a very thrilled, yet creepy, voice says, "I love it when they do that!" Before it fades away and is swallowed by the sound of strait jacket buckles.)

On the giant screen behind Oprah a video plays, Sam and Dean's mouths dropping open as they watch little versions of themselves.

"What the fuck?"

Dean glares at Oprah, the last thing they need is a flashback to a crappy childhood, and while he's trying to Darth Vader her to death, there it is.

"YES!"

Dean jump onto his chair, rips the gun out of his pocket and points it at Oprah's face.

Sam, naturally the one who thinks he knows everything, (Little fucker, big brother knows best, so shut up and let him shoot Oprah,) stands up and reaches for Dean's arm to tug him down off the chair.

"What the hell Dean? The video isn't that bad-"

"Sam, she's possessed!"

"What?"

"You're brilliant you know, college education and all you've got is a vocabulary consisting of monosyllabic words."

"What?"

Dean thrusts his gun towards Oprah, (It's a funny scene actually, and the Trickster is still in the corner taking pictures,) "She's fucking possessed, Samantha."

(And Dean knew it, take that world,)

"Oh. Uh, should we shoot her…?"

"Heck yes!"

And Dean promptly jumps off the chair puts his gun to possessed Oprah Winfrey's forehead, and fires.

"Boom, Headshot!" Is all the brothers hear(Sam knows that was Dean,) before the talk show set around them fuzzes out and they're falling through the floor.