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 movie or show 'The Addams family'.Don't own the movies 'Night of the living dead', or 'Drop dead Fred', Remember total crack. No offense to anyone, 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. I know this story has gone on for a while, so big thanks to anyone who's still reading. Hugs from the Winchesters for reviews! Enjoy!!
Ch 8"Night of the livingdead...or Drop dead Fred?!"
Just after sunrise in the humble town of Winter River, a disguised octogenarian entered the necropolis to visit her husband on a chilly November morning. It was what Agnes Bennett did every Sunday before church. After her coffee, she would bid her parakeet, marmalade good morning, then go out to her garden and pick fresh flowers. She chose the same ones each Sunday for the past ten years; a pink carnation that meant she would never forget him, a veronica to show that even in widowhood she remained faithful and a single red rose to signify her undying love.
As the morning wind ruffled her skirts, she stepped into the dewy grass just beyond the massive iron gates. Pausing a second, she rubbed her new hip, it always ached after the trek up the hill, but it was worth it to see her beloved Arthur. As she shuffled along Agnes hummed an old Irish folk song that she remembered from her youth. Bending down over the smooth mossy granite, she smiled and placed the bundle of flowers upon the earth.
The bone yard was silent and peaceful as she relayed to him the week's events, Agnes rattled on and on until there was nothing left to tell, so with a tear in her eye she confessed how much she missed him. Agnes then stood and took a deep breath; it was then that she noticed two freshly dug graves. Mere yards from the gloomy home were a pair of new occupants, without knowing why she made her way over to them. Agnes stopped in her tracks when the freshly turned earth trembled. It was then that she saw the tombstones, which were both blank. She took step back and tried to compose herself. The ground wasn't moving, and the family was probably just waiting on the new epitaph, nothing more. She shook her head at her foolishness, and then turned around; she mustn't be late for church.
"Dammit." came a muffled voice from afar.
Agnes stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes dilated to about double their size, as she turned back around. It was then that the most troubling and terrifying thing imaginable happened. From the trembling earth, rose a pale appendage, grasping at the air! A silent scream escaped from Agnes's lips as her frightened brain realized what it was. A hand! A hand, could that mean that the rumors were true?! The dead were rising?! Could it really be?! It had been nearly seventy years since the dead roamed the earth, and it appeared as if it was happening once again.
It is a very strange thing to wake up covered in dirt. The earth itself was strange. Cold, hard and flaky at the same time. Then once you open your mouth and taste the soil, it only stands to get worse. However, that's before you remember what happened. Of course, all this turns into terror when you realize that you have been buried alive. Digging a grave is one thing, but finding yourself in one, is a whole other ballgame.
Dean couldn't remember if things had ever been worse, sure crummy stuff seemed to happen all the time to the Winchesters, but this, hell it took the cake.
"Dammit!"
It was then that he vowed to get those girls, the evil little girls for sending him here, for getting him and Sam...Oh, crap Sam! How could he forget Sam? Ok, it was the little girls fault, he was sure. Ok, maybe Dean wasn't thinking the most clearly, but would you in his situation? So, doing the only thing he could, Dean dug. He dug like his life depended on it, which really it did. Navigating through wet and dry soil was like swimming in quicksand, every time he moved forward, he sank back two steps. Then an eternity later, his hand breached the top and he pulled himself out of the earth. Panting like mad, Dean spat out the remainder of the dirt, just as yet another hand shot out from the grave beside him.
Steps away Agnes stood there frozen in horror, as the first man reached over to the hand of another and pulled him from his crypt.
"Saints preserve us," she whispered in her thick Irish accent, "Zombies are among us."
It was at that point that Brittany-Tiffany jumped up, both incredibly excited.
"Oh my god they're related!" she screamed.
Her sister's eyes widened at her revelation, and she too joined her in celebration. The remaining girls all stood there in annoyed shock.
Grey hopped out of her chair, but Pink placed a hand in front of her.
"Yeah guys, kinda been trying to you that all along." She replied.
The Brittany's rolled their eyes in unison. Then a puzzled look crossed Tiffany-Brittany's eyes as she raised her hand like she was in school.
From up on the soundstage the boys tried their damndest not to laugh. Pink rubbed a hand over her face, it was incredibly late and the crew was tired.
"Yes, Tiffany-Brittany?" she called out wearily.
"Brittany-Tiffany," she corrected in her usual snotty way, whilst everyone else mouthed 'whatever', "Does that mean that they can't be a couple?"
This time Grey had to hold her back. The guys just stood up, dusted themselves off walked over to their chairs, after a few days of dealing with the girls they understood when something was going to take a while.
The remaining girls watched on as their leaders all about lost their cool. Over the past few days, they had dealt with a variety of nuisances. The Brittany's holding up the hair and make-up trailers every morning when they did their so-called 'beauty routines'. Finding their copies of Seventeen, tiger beat and Cosmo girl strewn all around the various sets, and having to halt production when the lamps had been found missing because the girls had been using them to get tans. Then of course, there were the incessant questions that stopped about every take. The Brittany's were like those annoying younger siblings that your parents made you take with you, only because they themselves wanted a break. Either that or someone was trying to punish Pink by slowly annoying her to death. It seemed that the only peace anyone could get was when the Brittany's went out in search of Tom Welling, which always ended with them being dragged back by security guards, all the while screaming that they weren't in violation of any restraining orders.
"That would be like incest, right?" continued the other Brittany.
Before she could stop herself Harmony replied, "More like Wincest."
A feathered blond head turned her way.
"What's that?" She asked.
Harmony rolled her eyes, it was like talking to a three year old every answer only fueled more questions.
"Something that pisses a lot of girls off." Harmony replied with a smirk.
After the quickest embrace, the Winchesters layed there in the dirt panting for breath. Sam couldn't get his mind to work around the concept of what had just happened. He had been buried alive, and had just crawled out of the grave. Gee, his life was weird. It all reminded him of some bad horror movie. And if he ever saw any of Adams's again, well let's just say they would stay buried. Every instinct he had told him that they should be going, but instead he layed there on the ground next to his brother(get the Aww out of your head, it was a respectful distance, come on they're boys!)warming in the morning sun.
"Next time we're knocking."
Dean let out a chocked laugh before the air was sliced by an ear-piercing scream. Their heads turned to see an old woman screeching at the top of her lungs. The boys locked eyes in sudden shock. Sam was the first to his feet.
"Ma'am this is not what it looks like.." Sam reasoned stepping forward.
Agnes on the other had took a fearful step backwards. She had seen too many horror movies, whatever could come next, she was sure it wasn't going to be good.
"Please ma'am listen to me-"Sam was cut off as yet another shriek filled the air.
"Jesus lady, will you stop that!" Dean had headache as it was, he did not need some psycho granny making it worse.
Sam pushed his brother back.
"Stop it! Dean your not helping," he hissed, "Madam were not going to hurt you ,please calm down." he reasoned.
Agnes could barley process the fact that 'it' was speaking, let alone comprehend his words.
"Ma-monster! Zom..Zombie!"She choked out.
Dean rolled his eyes and snorted as she continued backing away.
"You would think that she would realize we aren't dead since were not eating her brains right now!" he hissed in his brother's ear.
Sam bit his lip and backed away. He didn't know what to say to convince this poor woman that they weren't the re-animated dead.
"Look," he ran a hand over his soiled face, "We're gunna go this way, and you can go that way. No harm, no foul everyone gets out unharmed." he reasoned like a hostage negatior at a bank robbery.
Agnes continued backing away not letting her eyes leave him for a second( hey we do that...ok moving on)terrified by his every move. Then very swiftly, both boys turned around and hustled towards the gate, ready to put this entire episode behind them. That was before his genius of an older brother decided to open his mouth.
"They're coming to get you, Barbra!"he snickered. Then changed his tone, "Well... The television said that's the right thing to do."
Sam paused just long enough to gape at his older brother,how Dean could find humor in this sitution was beyond him.
"That was from 'Night of the living dead'."
Dean nearly jumped at sound of the old woman's voice, and actually did jump when turned around and realized she was right behind him. Sam let the loudest laugh he had escape from his mouth. It was a rare and incredibly hilarious thing to see Dean Winchester startled. He like any younger brother would relish and savor this moment for years, and of course would remind his brother every chance he got.
"You've seen 'Night of the living dead'?" Sam asked slowly as if he was talking to spooked animal ,no sudden moments as not to scare her off.
Agnes nodded slowly, she had been watching movies since before the boys parents were born, she even remembered when they were still called 'talkies' ,damn she was old.
"That and many others, I had a thing for cheesy horror flicks once upon a time," she paused and looked them over, "I'm pretty sure you two aren't zombies, since you trying to eat my flesh right about now." she chuckled nervously.
"Good observation." Dean piped as his brother elbowed him in the side.
"I'm very sorry we scared you like that ma'am, we've had a really ...rough night."
"Well that's the understatement of the year." Dean muttered under his breath.
The older woman looked them up and down, "That would be putting it lightly," she sighed, "I'm Agnes Bennett."
Sam smiled his friendliest smile, "Sam, Sam Winchester, this is my brother Dean," his brother shot him an angry look, "Are you sure you're all right Mrs. Bennett?"
"Its Agnes, and yes I think I'll be fine, nothing a warm cup of coffee and shot of whisky wouldn't cure," she stopped as Dean smiled, a woman after his own heart, "Now would you mind telling me what you two were doing here, your not one of those necrophiliacs, are you?" she asked suspiciously.
Both men threw up their arms and shook their heads, "No way lady, I'm more into the alive and conscious dates, but Sammy here..."Dean trailed off.
Sam quickly replied, "No, no don't listen to him Mrs.-Agnes he thinks he's funny," Sam ran a hand through his long locks (insert dreamy-eyed awes), "It's a long story, that doesn't involve anything my brother says." he quickly added.
Agnes eyed the both of them; they looked quite harmless, dirty but not at all dangerous to her.
"Humm, I could stand a long story, I about wet my depends," she turned around, "how 'bout you two walk me back to my house tell me the story."
Dean shrugged and stepped forward. Sam's hand shot out to stop his brother, "Dean, this doesn't feel right-" she cut-in.
"Boys that wasn't a question, now if I thought you were going to murder me or anything, I believe you would've done it already, we are in a cemetery. Besides, you both look too haggard to be any real threat at the moment."
Dean and Sam looked at each other and shrugged.
"She does have a point."
Pink took a deep breath and didn't let it out until she herd 'cut'. It had been the longest day and she wanted nothing more than to crawl into hot bath, but she, like other girls was a bit too wound up at the moment to settle down. She should've known, everyday their tempers were getting shorter and shorter, little things that hadn't bothered her were suddenly unbearable. Gee, add four girls together, remove sleep and add four cases of pms, and hell you had the fangirl version of a Molotov cocktail. All she needed now was a catalyst. That of course was when she overheard Grey's conversation with one of the Brittany's.
"I still don't understand where the imaginary friend fits in or why there's no Phoebe Cates." she pouted.
Greys eyes widened, "Oh for the of-That's 'Drop dead Fred' were talking about 'Night of the living dead'!"
Ok, that was too easy, Pink turned around and sighed. This is what happens when she tries to be good; it seemed that almost nothing could get her out of her funk. She needed to let loose, party a bit and maybe have a few drinks, but how? It was then that her prayers were answered (no, Jensen didn't walk up butt naked holding a plate of brownies...what? You know you thought it too!) The stage doors opened and the perfect catalyst stepped in.
Every girl froze as she stepped in, in heels she was tall as Pink, her dark hair was wild and curly; she wore tight jeans and sparkly tank top. She took off her dark sunglasses and smiled evilly.
"The fun has arrived!"