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SamandDeany
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Rated: T - English - Parody/Humor - Reviews: 11 - Updated: 05-18-07 - Published: 08-30-06 - id:3132535

Disclaimer: None of this is mine, not even the plot. I only own Cassie and Kelsey and Shari. What kind of shit are you smoking if you think otherwise? You gotta learn to share. :P

Author's Note: Ayyyyyyyyy! I'm back. Not as funny as it was, a few things have happened, but still, at least another chapter is done. Just be happy about that. So, yeah, be prepared to not laugh. Insert thing about criticism. Oh, I have a beta, but this still remains un-betaed. So any mistakes are my own.


The camera pans in on a truck with…no dog on it.

"Where the fuck is that dog?" The cameraman exclaims as he looks down. He sees it humping his leg. "What the fuck? Meg!"

"Yo. What do you want? I'm not meant to come in yet, am I?"

"No! Just make sure you kill this thing. Get lost you stupid mutt." He kicks out at it and hits his toe on camera stand thing. Yeah.

"Serves ya right." The dog remarks. Everyone just stares.

"Hey baby. Let's go destroy a galaxy together."

"What the shit? We're bottles and we're talking. Oh, my Go-AHHHHHHH!"

"Here ya go." Bobby tells Hotness Personified, I mean Dean.

"Dude, back away from my man!" says Kelsey and Cassie (A/N: I decided to do only one Cassie, or I would get confused.) together.

Get stuffed. He's mine. Now get back into your cages before I beat you. I mean…Ah, screw it. Get lost.

"What is this? Holy water?" Dean ploughs on, like nothing happened.

"That one is. This is whiskey. That one is. This is whiskey. That one is. This is whiskey."

"Ah, Bobby?"

"That one is. This is whiskey. That one is. This is whiskey. That one is. This is whiskey."

Dean sighs and throws his head back. "Jess!"

What?

"What the hell are you doing to Bobby?"

Making him my puppet. Like I can do to you, unless you decide to get back to work. Now come on come on, we haven't got all day.

"Alright, just stop doing that."

Fine.

"That one is. This is whiskey… That one is. This is whiskey."

Before anyone says anything, I'm finished. I just needed to get that out of my system.

Bobby takes a swig and Dean follows suit.

Alchomaholics! And I've just realised I paused the DVD in a really weird place, so I'm going to start laughing now.

"Thanks for everything Bobby." Dean tells this new hunter who we've never seen before and take for granted he's one of the good guys and didn't just spike that whiskey to knock out Dean. Enough said. "And when I say everything, I mean everything."

"That's okay man." Bobby pulls Dean into a manly hug with lots of grabbing and shit.

"He's gay!" Shari exclaims then burst into tears.

No my dear, he's not. Though, through my sexual innuendo and stuff, I see how you draw that conclusion. Ah well, that's the point.

"To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure if we should come, I mean, look at the mess we've made already."

"Nonsense. Your daddy needs healing."

Then a mirror disco ball thing comes down and starts to spin, the lights dim and a song comes on. I don't know the name of the song, as it's older than me, but if I did, there would be an innuendo here, I swear. Then Bobby realises what he said.

"Oh God! I meant help! Help! Oh God."

"Yeah, but the last time we saw you…well, let's just say it was unpleasant. You threatened to blast him from behind."

Bobby's really good at that you know.

"At what?"

Blasting guys from behind. He's really skilled at it.

"I'm really good at that too, you know." Clark comes in and says.

I know Clark. I know. In fact, I knew that a loooooooooooooong time ago.

You know what, I'm going to skip the next line, because so many devilish things come to mind, and not all of them I can make disguised.

"Yeah, well, what can I say? No, I mean it, what can I? I totally forgot my line."

Merde, baise, scheiße, bumsen, merda, scopata, foda, mierda, cogida.

I walk off grumbling and the randoms grab their chance.

"Jess and I are mad ghetto nerd dudes!" Kelsey says as she dances away in a Banana suit.

"Voldemort's wearing a suit! What the fuck?" Cassie exclaims.

Then Voldemort apparates out of nowhere. "Excuse me, but I think my suit if very stylish. So stylish, in fact, I think I'm bringing sexy back." He then disapparates.

"Wow, he didn't kill anyone." Shari points out.

Voldemort then comes back and kills Clark, but he survives miraculously, because that's what Superman does. He just doesn't die.

"Whoa man. I'm stoned off my -"

Cut! Cut! Cut!

Next Week on Supernatural

"Oh, my God Dean! I'm so sorry."

"Ah Sam."

"No, save your breath my sweet brother. I do not want you to cross onto the other side to be beside our mother."

"Sam! Stop with the poetic crap and call me an ambulance so I don't bleed to death!"

"No! Not my Deany!" Kelsey then appears out of thin air and cries over Dean's…yes.


Author's Note: Was I right about the humour or was I right? Like I said, things have happened, not as weird as I was, haven't been in the mood to do this, only updated as a request and a thank you to Armaan. Thanks for reviewing, you seriously don't know how much it meant.

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