redsandman99, yeah, I haven't played in years. But I had the same luck with the Old Maid card, lol. Esha Napoleon, thanks, XD. QueenofYourWorld, no, nothing wrong at all, hehe. Matty should observe hott guys more often ;) Ur Addy wants to meet my Jeffy, huh? Randy muse: Why would anyone wanna meet him? (points to Jeff muse) He's evil. Jeff muse: (glares) Am not. Terrah: Randy, be nice. Randy muse: (scowls) takers dark lover, meh, I didn't think anything would be wrong with it. Relaxation is good every once in awhile :)

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Chapter four/ 'Some Kind of Monster?'
Rated; T/ L (Sammy all wet in a towel, slashiness, and slight Sheamus' paleness & HHH's nose bashing, kinda crackfic-ish...)
Pairings; N/A really, but some implied Winchester brothers on Edge.
Set-up; Supernatural- Dean discovers a 'ghost problem' in WWE. I just put it here cuz they're watching wrestling. U're going down, Sheamus, lol!

Sam was just rinsing the soap off in the shower when he heard it.

"Oh, god, Sammy!" His brother shouted in distress from their hotel room.

Sam jerked his head up, nearly clocking himself in the face with the shower head, which was too damn short for his height to begin with. Sam also nearly tripped as he scrambled to step out of the bathtub as hastily as possible.

The younger Winchester jerked the door open, ignoring the cool breeze from the air conditioner as it kissed his wet skin, appearing in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and barely held up with his fingers as he looked around the room frantically. His heart was pounding, a million bad thoughts of what made Dean, his too-arrogant-for-his-own-damn-good brother, scream out in such panic.

"Dean, what is it?" Sam asked in concern. His eyes landing on said brother.

Dean blinked up at him. The elder Winchester was sitting on the bed casually, beer in one hand, and pointing at the TV with the remote that he held in the other.

"There's a ghost on TV, Sammy. I think it's terrorizing some sort of wrestling company." Dean tilted his head and squinted. "Uh, WWE Raw, I think."

Sam's shoulders slouched. A sigh mixed with both relief and agitation that he just had the total living hell scared out of him, for no damn reason, escaped from his lips.

"Dean, what the hell? You scared the shit outta.. I thought.." Sam swallowed, his chest heaving and trying to calm his breathing.

"Oh, calm down, Sammy. I'm fine. We have to save these people though." Dean grimaced at the glowing TV screen. "This is one vengeful fugly spirit." Dean glanced over at his brother.

Sam was glaring at him. His hair soaking wet and hugging to the sides of his head and down in his eyes, dripping down onto his shoulders and making little streams of water run down his chest and abdomen. Unrinsed soap was air-drying on Sam's skin and one hand held up the tiny towel in the front while the other hand rested on his hip in a rather prissy fashion.

"What?" Dean shrugged. "I think I found us a job. Come see this, it's horrible." He motioned over to the screen with the hand that held the remote as he took a swig of beer.

Sam sighed and drudged over to get a good view of the TV screen. On it he saw an extremely pale muscular man with an atrocious Irish brogue. Super Casper's hair and facial hair was so damn orange, Sam was sure it was on fire. He was taunting the hell out of another muscular man who had long hair and the biggest nose Sam had ever seen.

"Oh, my god, what the hell is that?" Sam blinked, leaning forward a bit to get a closer look.

"I know, right? That," Dean pointed to the blindingly pale man, who called himself the Celtic Warrior and was named Sheamus, "That can't be human." Dean figured.

"I don't think it's a ghost though, Dean." Sam said wisely as he straightened back up.

"He's an evil Ronald McDonald then."

Sam choked back an unimpressed snort. "Yeah, he's an evil Ronald McDonald." His voice lack-lustered and bored.

Dean blinked over at Sam. "Oh, sorry. I know you don't like clowns."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He huffed.

"Well, it's some kind of monster then. Sure is hideous." Dean feigned a shudder.

"Yeah, Dean, okay, sure. You found us a job. One that involves big, sweaty, half-naked men groping each other too. Great going." Sam replied, voice deliberately over-ridden with sarcasm as he walked back towards the bathroom.

"I dunno. That one called Edge is kinda cute." Dean shrugged.

"No, Dean." Sam shouted from inside the bathroom, door half-way closed.

Dean wet his lips. "He's blonde."

"No, Dean."

"He screams pretty."

"No, Dean."

"Tall and leggy?"

"We leave tomorrow, Dean." Sam agreed, closing the bathroom door behind him to return to his shower.

Dean chuckled and leaned back on the bed, propped up on his elbows. "That's my boy." Dean's smile fell to a grimace as he turned his head back to the screen. Shouldn't the one with the monstrous nose just clobber Casper the Flame-Haired Ghost with his snoz and get it over with?

Eh, it didn't matter. Hopefully tomorrow they could rid WWE of the evil Ronald McDonald and then have a little fun with Blondie-boy before they left.

Actually orginally inspired by one of Esha Napoleon's Twitter Tweets about her daughter having a nightmare about Sheamus being a ghost. The thoughts of it cracked me up. I figured if the Winchester brothers saw Sheamus, they might just think he was a ghost.. or something.. lol. No offense to anyone. It was just for random stupidity and written to quiet a nagging muse. (points at Dean muse) I am trying to find a rift w/ writing Sam and Dean. I have two WWE/SPN crossover projects lined up. One was requested by takers dark lover (Dean/Jeff, Matt/Sam) that I promise to get started on hopefully soon. & the other just kinda started writing itself the other night. It involved JoMo, all I'll say for now ;)