Title: Spn Takeover, the breaks over.
Author: Pinkkitty85
Summary: The Fangirls from the original Takeover are back for another round.
Disclaimer: I'm sooo sorry I've taken soo long, it has been a hectic couple of months, and my Word was holding the chapter hostage(f.y.i I hate Microsoft, lol)I hope everyone still wants to read it, and they excuse my tardiness. Hope it was worth the wait. Same old disclaimers: Don't own Kripke does, so don't sue. Don't own the song 'rock and roll all night' by Kiss or the Song 'Beverly hills by Weezer. Don't own the film Beetlejuice, Night of the living dead, Scary movie 3 or Happy Gilmore. Don't own the show 'the Dukes of hazzard', or the cartoon 'Peanuts', don't own anything. No Offense to anyone, no offense to the English, I'm just poking fun at Lauren, not British people in general, remember total crack. No offense to Lauren Cohen and most of all no offense to Jensen and Jared, and of coarse my fellow Fangirls. No offense to anyone with Down syndrome. Big thanks to my friend Ariane, for her never-ending ideas. This is just another installment of my series that started with 'All work and no play' seriously I didn't know it would go this far. Big thanks to my friend Ariane, for her never-ending ideas. Hugs from the Winchesters for reviews! Enjoy!!
Ch 5"The Winchesters drive us wild,and Fangirls drive them crazy"
As the sun set in the horizon, the dogwood trees swayed in the wind to the cheerful song of the turtledoves .The crisp smell of spring floated all around. Almost like a scene in some Prozac-induced Disney movie. It all seemed soo peaceful, so still, soo harmonious, a scene soo easy to destroy. That was when the thundering sound of that infamous car sliced through the atmosphere.
It was manly, loud and metal (we could hear the girls cheering from here) yes the General Lee was a sight to behold. Wait…..General Lee? Shit wrong story!
Ok where was I? Oh yes, the car was manly, loud, strong and entirely metal, not to mention black, yeah black. It was the infamous, well infamous if you're as crazy as we are, and if you're reading this, I assume you are, anyways it was the metalicar. Hold on, that wasn't a good introduction. There it was carrying the rock anthem of the masses; the de-virginator of mustangs worldwide, the manic machine that inspired the song' back in black'. Drum roll please………..The Impala!!
" -You show us everything you've got
You keep on dancin' and the room gets hot
You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy-"
The musty smell of the drafty motel room invaded his nostrils; he turned his head and felt the clicking of the keys under his cheek. Sam moaned softly and cursed his brother for turning up the radio too loud. Before a loud knocking made him, open his eyes. The room wasn't anything special, from the dirt colored carpet, to the threadbare green drapes; he had seen it all before. But wait. Sam blinked twice, something was wrong; he could've sworn he fell asleep in the impala. He looked down at his computer and shook his head; they were on the road so much he couldn't tell anymore. Someone knocked on the door once more, prompting him abandon his questions, in favor of answering it.
"Bella, I didn't think there was a chance in hell you'd show up." he replied groggily.
Bella smiled like a retarded debutant and stepped inside.
"Well I'm full of surprises," she replied.
Sam rubbed his eyes and yawned, he couldn't figure out if her tone of speech was an accent, or a delayed effect of Down syndrome. A birth defect would explain her personality.
"Though truthfully?" she continued while he yawned, "You want to know why I'm here."
"-You say you wanna go for a spin
The party's just begun, we'll let you in
You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy
You keep on shoutin', you keep on shoutin'-"
Sam looked around; where in gods name was that music coming from? Could she hear it too?Oh crap, she just said something. Sam blinked and remembered. Frankly, he couldn't care less why she was here. He looked down at her purse, maybe she had some snack cakes or something, he was a bit hungry. For some reason Bella always had little Debbie's, maybe that was why she always smelled like stale doughnuts.
"Ok, um why?" he asked awkwardly.
Bella smiled once more, revealing a piece of food stuck in her teeth, as she started to remove her coat.
"Because of you."
Sam took a step back as she dropped her coat. That was when he realized she was only wearing a low-cut slip underneath. Either she had forgotten to get dressed this morning, or she had gotten really wasted the night before and lost her dress.
"What are you doing?" he asked fearfully.
"I can't stop thinking about you," Bella replied stepping forward.
Sam dry-heaved and almost threw-up in his mouth.
"What?" he asked, right before the unthinkable happened. Bella reached forward and kissed him. Ok he wasn't eating ever again.
Sam froze in place, and couldn't help but kiss back. While his mind screamed 'rape!' over ,and over again, he tried to say no, but it just egged her on thinking the movement of his tongue was fore-play.
"Sam, Sam… oh Sam," She moaned.
"-I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day-"
"Sam, Sam! Wake up!"
"No, no means no!" he mumbled fearfully.
"Sam!" his brother yelled once more.
Sam opened his eyes and found himself in passenger seat of the impala .He looked around, and wiped the drool away from his mouth. Then reached over and turned down the radio. He looked up just in time to catch his brothers 'dude what the hell' face.
"Lemme guess," his brother smiled, "that Bella dream again?"
Sam's eyes grew wide.
"What! No! I mean what are you talking about?" his voice squeaked.
Dean laughed.
"Let's see, is it the one where she knocks on the door-"
Sam's head snapped to the side.
"No."
Dean continued.
"You open the door and she walks in, you two have a little small talk-"
"Dean…"Sam cut-in.
"She drops her coat……."Dean trailed off.
"No. Wait….How did…?" Sam stopped.
Dean chuckled, "One, Sam you've started to talk in your sleep-I knew it was girl-and two," he stopped as his phone rang, "and two you've now confirmed who it was, "he stopped and checked the i.d and flipped it open, "And all I have to say is Gross…Hello," he answered the phone, "Yeah, yes-yes this is detective Logan, Theodore Logan.."
Sam looked back over at him as he shrugged.
"Who is this?" He asked.
From the other line a feminine voice replied, "It's Lydia."
"Who?" Dean asked slowly.
"Lydia? Lydia Deetz, from winter river?" she replied as the other line grew silent, "I'm the one who threw perfume all over your partner."
Dean laughed aloud, remembering how long it was before Sam stopped smelling like baby soft.
"Yes, yes that Lydia. The one who looks like Winona Ryder. I have to say I think detective Preston misses the smell, I bet he'd love it if you told him where you got the perfume," Dean snickered as his brother smacked him on the arm, "So, what do I owe the pleasure since the last time I saw you, you accused me of stalking you?"
Lydia bit her lip.
"I-I have a problem." she replied.
Dean rolled his eyes.
"And what does that have to do with us?" he asked smartly.
Lydia sighed, "It's a special problem, a supernatural problem."
Dean switched ears, sensing the change in the air Sam leaned over and tried to hear the conversation.
"Supernatural," the boys locked eyes, "I don't know what your talking about." Dean replied.
Lydia took a deep breath and decided to play hardball.
"I know your not cops."
Dean shook his head.
"And how would you possibly know that?" he asked.
Across the line, Lydia smirked, "Two words: Wild Stallions."
Sam watched as his brothers eyes grow wide, before cursing aloud. Dean looked none too happy as he growled a reply then hung up the phone.
"What's up?" he asked wearily.
Dean growled once more as he changed lanes.
"We have another job."
Sam blinked, "Oh where?"
"Back in Connecticut. winter river." he mumbled.
Sam shook his head and looked back at his brother in disbelief. They had just gotten finished with a string of jobs where Sam had wanted to stalk the legends that made movie monsters real, jobs that if you asked Dean were useless. Since they had only found one real monster to date.
"But you said there was nothing there," his brother nodded, "then why are we going back?"
Dean sighed, "Because, strange things are afoot at the circle k."
After over four hours of arguing over the set the girls finally sat down to film the first scene of the day, and for the first time in what seemed like an eternity they all stayed quiet. It was like magic, the minute the boy's voices changed, whilst one downplayed his accent, and the other thickened his, the girls all sat entranced. There was one major rule that all Fangirls lived by; no talking while the show was on. It was enforced strictly and the girls threatened the very life of anyone who dared to interrupt while their beloved Winchesters were speaking. They all sat on the edge of their seats until the last line of the scene played, the next few minutes were of stunned silence, until they all started cheering-we do have to remember that these were Fangirls after all.
Soon the applause was replaced by Weezers 'Beverly Hills' and the giggling of young girls, as they all went back and forth their separate ways. Pink sat back while they re-set for the next scene, until the sounds of a screeching harpy invaded her ears. Which meant one thing: Lauren had found her. She had dreaded this all morning, every time Lauren approached her she found an excuse deck off; it seemed that someone was a bit angry that she didn't have more than one scene.
"Hey Lauren, what's goin' on?"
Laurens reply fell on dead ears. Pink soon found out that speaking to Lauren reminded her of an old 'peanuts' cartoon, it seemed like every time she opened her mouth all Pink herd was 'Whomp,whomp,whomp'.
"Ah don kno whi ya didn't le may be in da sha, it not lake ah don fit."Lauren replied.
Pink blinked twice, and nodded slowly. She had stopped listening the moment the other girl had opened her mouth instead, she went over her favorite movie in her head.
"Oh bloody-dow ya evan know ha ah'm sayun?"Lauen asked her voice suddenly getting louder.
Pink smiled deceitfully.
"Now I herd bloody that time, did you cut yourself," she paused and lowered her voice, "Or is it just that time of the month dear?"
Laurens eyes grew wide, before she stomped her foot then turned away in a huff. Pink just shrugged and went back to her pages. Their first day on set had been fruitful. It had almost seemed like the girls had matured since the last time they were all together, of coarse that didn't stop them from sighing loudly every time one of the guys stepped on set.
"Still pretending you can't understand when Lauren talks?"
Pink looked up to see Jasmine standing there with her arms folded.
"Did she go crying to you again?" Pink smirked.
Jasmine nodded, "She said somthin' to me, to tell you the truth all I could really understand was bollix, the rest was complete gibberish-I swear every time she opens her mouth I just re-play a scene from 'Happy Gilmore' in my head."
Pink laughed.
"Oh my god! The Bob Barker scene?"
"Yeah, no way you do the same thing too?"
Pink nodded. The girls paused for a moment, and then locked eyes.
"The price is wrong Bob!" they replied in unison.
They both erupted into fits of laughter, as Lauren walked by, looking very troubled and mumbling to herself incoherently.
"You know." Pink started once she had finished laughing, "its almost like she's speaking…words!"
"ok-ok," Jasmine giggled, "I had something to ask you."
Pink looked over at her wearily.
"Yeah?"
"We were wondering if you would please tell us what monster you picked, were all going crazy here." She replied.
Pink let out a hearty laugh. Ever since they had arrived, she had been keeping the Mow or monster of the week a secret from the other girls, so that it could be a surprise when they actually went to film it. Besides she had her reasons for keeping it secret, mainly she didn't want any preconceived notions getting in the way of them enjoying the story. That and seeing her friends go crazy was amusing as hell.
"Well," Pink paused, "did you guys have any suggestions, or wishes?" she asked deviously.
Instead of replying Jasmine put her hands on hips, just as Blue walked over.
"Hey can we have Zombies? I can just see it now, Night of the living dead-SPN style!"
Jas shook her head, "Oh please! With the way she writes it, we'd be lucky to get 'Shaun of the dead'."
Pink jumped up.
"Hey!" She cried trying to sound offended, as Blue started to laugh.
Jas rolled her eyes as Grey appeared beside them.
"I wouldn't joke about zombies if I were you guys."
Blue stopped laughing and turned to her.
"Why?" she asked slowly.
"You guys remember Zenny?"She asked.
They nodded.
"The girl who gave Tom Welling a lap dance?" Blue asked.
Grey nodded.
"Yeah, so?"Blue continued.
"Well," Grey began, "Last week she caught a zombie goin' through her garbage-"Jasmine cut-in.
"H-hold on," she put her hands up, "Did I hear you right, she gave Tom Welling a lap dance too?!"
Pink looked over at her, "The girl just said just said a 'zombie' was going through someone's garbage and that's what you ask about?"
Jasmine shrugged, while Grey continued.
"As I was saying, she found a zombie going through her trash and…"she trailed off.
The group locked eyes, "And?" they all asked annoyed.
Grey lowered her voice for dramatic effect, "And the next morning she turned up missing."
Blue raised a finger, with a puzzled look on her face, while Pink shook her head.
"What are you-"Pink stopped.
"Wait back up,"Blue raised a hand, "How the hell do you turn up missing?"
Pink groaned.
Grey rolled her eyes, "Because, nobody knows where you are when they realize your not there."
Jas and Pink looked at their friends as if they were insane.
"Soo…you're telling me that you can appear and disappear at the same time?" Blue asked slowly.
"No," Grey gave her a strange look, "You can't appear and disappear at the same time! The bitch ain't David Copperfield." she replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Blue nodded. Pink and Jas stared back wide-eyed wondering if their friends were on crack.
"Mmm. No, no. But you can't be gone from one place and show up somewhere else entirely. So when you turn up, you're never missing. And when you're missing, you never turn up!" Blue replied with a triumphant smile on her face, believing she had gotten the better of her friend.
Grey remained quiet for a second, making the girls believe she had realized how insane her conversation was getting, after all it wasn't like they were trekkies or something.
"Unless... your a zombie." Grey pointed out proudly.
Blue's mouth dropped.
"oh my god-your right that's some plausible stuff right there!" She cheered.
Jasmine watched as her friends finished cheering and decided to share their conclusions with the whole group, and then turned to back to Pink.
"You know girls like that are the reasons no one takes us seriously."
Pink nodded, then made a face.
"Are you sure it isn't all the drinking, partying or swooning over the boys?"
They locked eyes.
"Naww."