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Day 6:
On the sixth day of Christmas my Chuck gave to me, six writers writing…
Dean sighed and looked back up at the clock, which made a quiet click as the hour hand moved to the seven. "Sam where are you..." he mumbled in annoyance to himself. He looked back down to the laptop and continued to type. Dean went onto YouTube 'Lady gaga comes out with new hit song' Dean read to himself. "Yeah, they call that music." He gave a small laugh and tapped his fingers on the edge of the laptop as if it would result in a good idea. "Why not." he said and began to type.
Supernatural…Carver Edlund…Dean read through the list of comments posted by various writers and frowned.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me.... How could you think that Ruby is 'good'?" The older Winchester complained."Oh, and you wrote a story about it. Great. Well, it looks like that's on my to-do list…Haha, yeah right." Dean scrolled down the list of stories, some involving people that he would rather not discuss... "I hate that bitch." he clicked on one at random. "Revenge." he read aloud. Dean squinted as he read through the story....
Dean's breath came in short bursts as he panicked. He blindly grabbed for the only weapon in reach.
Alistair hissed, "Time to go back!"
Dean stared at the screen, awestruck. "No way…."
Alistair's laugh was silenced as Dean hit his face.
Furious- "Dean!"
He grabbed his own weapon and brandished the white cotton fluff menacingly.
Dean held up his pillow. "You will not mess with me. Ever again."
They charged and met in a clash of down, feathers spiraling in the air amidst destruction.
Dean suddenly woke up. He spit pillow fluff out of his mouth.
Sam looked at the destroyed bed sheets and pillow. "Clowns or midgets?"
Sam opened the motel room door to find his brother watching his laptop intensely. "Dean? You okay?" Dean ignored his brother and read through the story once more.
"Dean?" Sam called out once more. Still, Dean did not answer. He walked up to his brother and started to read the screen.
Dean looked up at Sam in disbelief. "Can you believe this?!"
"This is fan-fiction, right?"
"Yeah, but…I mean, really…a pillow fight?"
"Well, it is kind of funny…" Sam muttered to himself.
"What? An epic battle could happen, but a pillow fight?"
"Dean, fan-fiction doesn't need to make sense because it's not really going to happen. If this was written by Chuck, then we'd have something to worry about, but like I said, it's just fan-fiction."
Sam tried to hide a laugh but failed. Dean glared at him angrily.
"Dude, not funny."
"A little." Sam smirked.
Dean shook his head and closed the laptop then handed it to Sam. "You know Sammy, one day I'll find a story about you getting attacked by clowns, and then we'll see whose laughing."