Title: Spn Takeover, the breaks over.
Author: Pinkkitty85
Summary: The Fangirls from the original Takeover are back for another round.
Disclaimer: Don't own, so don't sue. Don't own the movies: 'The Texas chainsaw massacre', 'Beetlejuice', 'The witches of Eastwick', or 'Point break', don't own the shows, "Smallville', 'Charmed', 'Blossom', 'Hannah Montana' or the 'Addams family'. Don't own the song 'Wake up call', Remember total crack. No offense to Lauren Cohen and most of all no offense to Jensen and Jared, and of coarse my fellow Fangirls. 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. Hugs from the Winchesters for reviews! Enjoy!!
Ch 6 "They shoot Fangirls, don't they?"
The next morning the studios were relatively calm. The girls all sat around the conference room, each trying to find out the secret ending to the episode. They all had their own scenarios, their own ideas, their own endings, all of which seem to end in a huge emo fest starring Sam-hair. We have to remember that these weren't highly paid union writers, they were young girls led around by their ever-changing hormones, and depending on the time of month, their choices ranged from sappy emotion-laden chick flick, to action packed horror fest, who said Fangirls weren't amusing.
"What about a real-life Ed Gien?" asked Harmony.
Grey shook her head, "We already covered cannibals in the first season, we don't want another 'Benders' do we?"
The girls nodded in unison before they realized that Dean was tied up in that one.
"Okay," Grey threw up her hands, "That stays on the table, we did after all have what, three vampire episodes so far?" she giggled.
Jas shook her head, then introduced her idea.
"Hey, what about…-"Grey cut-in.
"Jas I swear to god, if you say Sasquatch one more time…"she trailed off.
It was widely known that Jasmine was a big-foot freak. She had led numerous expeditions in search of the legendary creature, but so far had only found smelly hippies, and bail jumpers, which had her considering becoming a bounty hunter ,if Stephanie Plum could do it why couldn't Jasmine? Besides ,if you've ever seen a fangirl stalk out a celebrity, you'd understand that bounty hunting wasn't that big of a stretch, hell the criminals wouldn't have a chance.
"Why not?"
Greys eyes grew wide "Because, there is no such thing as 'Big-foot'"!
"Yes there is!" Jasmine countered.
"No, there isn't!" Grey yelled back.
Harmony held back her laughter and decided to speak up.
"Give us one example.," she challenged.
Jasmine paused, and hesitated. Their stereo was halfway through the chorus of 'Wake up call' before she answered.
"Fine…..Jared Padalecki!" Jasmine disputed.
They all paused for moment.
"Ok I'll give you that one," Grey shook her head, "But we can't exactly base an entire show around that prem-"Harmony raised hand, deep in thought.
"Hey, is it true about what they say about big feet?" She asked shyly.
Grey smiled, "Let's just say, they make everything bigger in Texas, just ask Pink," she paused, blushed a bit, then coughed nervously, "Come on guys we gotta think like Pink. Our I.Qs may drop but our chest sizes will double-"Jas cut-in.
"In that case can we think like Pink all the time?" she snickered.
They all took a moment to giggle, then settled back down to ponder the moment at hand.
"Ok," Grey tried to finish laughing, "we all adore a color that pre-teen Hannah Montana lovers go crazy for, we go bat shit about Jensen and Fall out boy, and…"
"We wear our clothes too tight?" supplied Harmony.
"We all lie about our natural hair color?" added Jas, "I mean come on ,we all know that cartoon red, isn't found in nature!"
That sent them into yet another fight of laughter, until the lights started to flicker, and an eerie chill crept up every one of their spines.
"Is it me or did it just get colder in here?" Grey asked slowly.
The lights flickered once more, and each girl froze in place.
"The demon!" they all replied in unison.
They laughed nervously, just as a mass shuffling came from outside the conference room.
"What was that?" whispered Harmony.
Grey eyes grew wide, "You don't think Pink herd us?" she murmured softly.
"Why are we whispering?" asked Jasmine as she got up and looked out the door.
Grey and Harm both shrugged. A moment later Jasmine stepped back in with the strangest look on her face.
"What's going on?" asked Harmony
Jasmine shook her head, "I dunno , but all the pa's are running like mad for the exits."
"Maybe it really is the demon." Grey shrugged.
"We probably should check it out, we are kinda in charge, aren't we?" asked Harmony.
Jas folded her arms, "That's kinda Pinks area, but she's a bit 'occupied' at the moment."
Grey raised her eyebrows, "What is it this time, are they going over his 'lines', again?" she scoffed, as she rose to her feet.
Jasmine nodded as Harm followed suit, and stood up herself. They all shook their heads and started down the hall.
"Dang, I wish someone else had that kinda of 'dedication'." Grey sneered as they rounded a corner.
They continued in silence, down the dark corridor ,with the theme to every horror movie playing in their heads, their hearts pounding in unison ,each knowing that if anyone were watching at home they'd all be screaming 'Girl don't go in there!'
Harmony rolled her eyes, "I don't think it's called 'dedication' .I believe it's called Pinks a big slu-"she stopped as yet another chill crept up all their spines.
That was when two shrill voices invaded their ears. The girls froze as their loins girded ,and their lunches threatened to make a second appearance.
"For the last time this isn't the 'Smallville set and I am not Tom Welling!" replied an aspirated Jared.
It was then they had realized their worst nightmares. No, Lauren Cohen wasn't making out with Eric(though we all suspect that was how she got her part) No, it seemed Jared was arguing with the dreaded two. The gruesome twosome, the Olsen wannabees, the imitation Hilton sisters,….drum roll please..It was the Brittany's!!(Insert your boos here).The girls dared not to move as poor Jared stood there trying to convince them that they weren't exactly in Smallville.
"Just read the signs! The name 'Supernatural' is everywhere!" Jared pointed out in aspiration.
The girls were just the way they remembered them, white blond hair, day-glo orange skin, and matching outfits. This time they were in identical mini skirts and jackets, one in bright blue the other gaudy green. Moreover, they both still looked like they needed to lay off the cheeseburgers, as each seemed to almost spill out of their corresponding tank tops.
"Hey where's that bald guy?" inquired the one in blue, as she took off her over-sized sunglasses.
"Ooh, what about Lana? I love Lana!" asked the second one.
"Huh …..Figures." mumbled Harm, breaking the silence.
"How so?" whispered Jasmine.
"All I was sayin', is that I was right, Kristen's fan base mainly consists of men on death row and the mentally challenged." she replied.
They all nodded and looked on Jared started lugging in their numerous bags, purses and what looked like overstuffed Chihuahuas. While the Brittany's stood there and debated the pros and cons of Rimmel compared to L'Oreal, versus the affects of switching from Midol to muscle relaxers. In the few minutes since they had arrived, Jared had realized that beside being annoying as hell, they could also be bi-polar and suffering from attention-deficit disorder, because their conversation constantly jumped back and forth from talking about clothes and make-up to wondering where Michael Rosenbaum was.
"You think we can sneak off without them seeing us?" whispered Jasmine.
"Grey!" yelled a very relieved looking Jared from across the way.
"Nope, don't think so." Grey sighed as she stepped forward.
Jasmine hesitated, "You know we could still…"she turned her head to the side and motioned for Harmony to back up.
"Don't even think about it you two, "threatened Grey as she reached back and caught them by the arms, "I'm not doin' this alone." she finished.
Harmony took and deep breath and sighed, "Well, it could be worse, we could really be in Smallville."
Her friend took this to heart and nodded, "Good point."
It was morning by the time the Winchesters reached Connecticut. They rode in silence as Dean pulled into a development called 'Peaceful pines' and stopped in front of a large white house.
"You know this is all your fault." Sam stated as he opened his door.
Dean snapped his head to the side, "My fault! Who's damn idea was it to come to this town in the first place!?" he yelled getting out of the drivers side.
Sam shook his head.
"Excuse me, but I didn't get my fake identity from a Bill and Ted movie! What is it with you and Keanu Reeves?"
Dean closed the car door, "I don't know what your talking about." he muttered, walking up the sidewalk.
His brother rolled his eyes.
"Yeah right, I was the one who watched 'Point break' four billion times." Sam scoffed under his breath.
Dean looked back at him , "And I wasn't the one with the 'Blossom' obsession, either."
Sam stopped mid-way up the sidewalk, "Truce."
Dean nodded, and reached for the doorbell.
"For now."
"What-"Sam started as the door opened before his brother could even knock.
They were soon eye-to-eye, well eye to chest, the boys are friggin' tall, with a young girl, no older than sixteen, with dark hair and black clothes, and the only thing that had changed was the addition of purple streaks.
"Good you're here." she stated all business.
Dean smiled, "If I had a dime for every time I herd that-"Sam cut-in.
"You'd have ten cents," he turned back to Lydia, "what's going on?"
Lydia smiled and opened the door further.
"Come in, we'll tell you inside," she gestured towards her foyer, "don't worry, my parents are gone for the weekend." she replied.
The boys looked at each other and shrugged, before stepping in. Lydia didn't say anything as she closed the door then proceeded to what the boy's guesses was her living room. Once again, they paused and took in their surroundings. It was a strange home, the walls and woodwork were painted a strange marble grey, while the living room consisted of miss-matched leather furniture from the eighties, but the weirdest part was an area enclosed in glass housing what Dean had called before, the fugliest rock sculptures he had ever seen.
"Lydia can we…well hello ladies." Smirked Dean when they spotted two other girls sitting on sofas near the back of the house.
The boys stopped when two other girls stood up to greet them. The first was a petite blond, and the other had dark burgundy hair and looked familiar to Dean.
"These are my best friends, Tanis and Paige .I think you guys should remember them, "she paused then pointed towards two couches, "would you like to sit down?" asked Lydia.
"Hi Dean, hi Sam." smiled the burgundy haired one, Paige.
Dean raised his eyebrows, trying hard to place the girls, while Sam scoffed.
"You're the one who led the mob!" he cried-or excuse me 'accused' in a manly, and not at all girly way.
Tanis blushed slightly, as Dean smiled broadly trying to hold back his laughter.
"That's right, y'all got to chase after Sammy in his skivvies," he chuckled reaching into his pocket, "And it's Paige right ,I do believe you left this in my room." he gestured as he handed over her school I.d.
Sam watched with his hands on his hips as his brother walked over and sat down between them
"Now, what is this all about?" he asked slightly annoyed.
Lydia sighed, "The towns going crazy, ghosts are showing up, people are disappearing, and the dead are walking." she replied gravely.
Dean quirked an eyebrow, "The 'dead' are walking?"
Paige nodded, "Were seeing things like you wouldn't believe," she stopped and picked up two colorful folders, "Here are some clippings from or local newpaers, along with some police reports." She stated as she handed the folders to the boys.
Sam looked over his and raised an eyebrow, "How did you get yours hands on stuff like this?"
Lydia and Tanis bit their lips, "Well the coven thought-"Dean cut-in.
"Whoa, do you say coven?" he asked incredulously.
"Yeah,"started Paige, "We're witches, didn't Lydia tell you?"
Dean couldn't stop the loud laugh that escaped his mouth as he stood up.
"I don't what you girls have been playing around with, but maybe its time to let the big boys handle things."
This time the shy Tanis spoke up.
"What, you guys don't believe in witches?"
Sam shook his head.
"How do you guys think I knew who your really were?" asked Lydia.
Dean opened his mouth as Paige crossed her arms.
"Maybe they can't help us, maybe they aren't man enough." she snickered.
Dean stepped forward, "Hey-"Sam cut-in.
"Look, Prue, Pheobe, Paige, whatever your names are, we can certainly handle a few-"Dean cut back in.
"Dude Prue died in like the fourth season, if your gunna make fun of them do it right." he scoffed.
Sam shook his head, "How would you know that?"
Dean opened his mouth, then closed it.
"Okay, witches of Eastwick, is there anything else you'd like to share with us?" he sighed as he shoved his unopened folder at his brother.
The girls locked eyes.
"We do have more, there's a suspect..." Lydia trailed off.
"Yeah?" asked Sam.
"They're in the folder, along with their address, now are you guys going to help?" piped Paige.
Before Dean could reply all the girls started frown, and let their eyes get all teary, then sniffed in unison and pouted sweetly.
He shook his head, "Fine, let's go Sam." he growled.
The girls all watched as they made their way out the door. Dean didn't stop until he and Sam were at the car.
"So, what do you believe them?" he asked slowly.
Sam rubbed his head.
"I dunno about the witch thing, but this all looks real, I mean they did do their homework, but their suspect…"he trailed off.
Dean an annoyed 'what' gesture as his brother opened one of the folders to the last page, with the name and address of the strange new family in town.
"Your kidding me," Deans eyes widened, he was now pretty sure that one or more of those girls sniffed glue, "It's the Addams family!"