Fic: Playing It Hot (SPN/GH3 Crossover) GEN
Title: Playing It Hot
Author: Epeeblade
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crossover with Guitar Hero III, Gen, crack, humor
Characters: Dean, Midori, Casey Lynch, Lars Umlaut, Xavier Stone
Warnings: crack!
Spoilers: for SPN episode 3.16 and all of Guitar Hero III
Words: 2,210
Notes: Another bunny courtesy of Lapillus, which of course, meant she had to beta:) All mistakes are my own. For more info about the characters in Guitar Hero, check out the wiki: http://guitarhero.wikia.com/wiki/Guitar_Hero_III:_Legends_of_Rock
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of the TV show Supernatural or the video game Guitar Hero. This was written all in good fun.
Summary: "How the hell did you guys get here? You do realize we're in Hell right?"
Playing It Hot
By Epeeblade
Dean opened his mouth - to scream, to draw breath to scream, he didn't know - but in that moment of silence, that infinitesimal second of nothingness, he heard voices.
"Oh my god, you guys, this was totally not my fault!" a high-pitched very female sounding voice exclaimed.
Which was a sharp contrast to the woman's voice that followed afterwards, a deep drawl like Janis Joplin after too many cigarettes. "So just who was the one who introduced Lou to the band then?"
"It's not like I knew," the first voice protested. "He said he could make us stars."
"Stars in HELL," a booming male voice followed.
"Hey man, just be cool, I'll get us out of this," another male voice.
"Like hell you will," the raspy-voiced woman spoke again.
"Uh, hello?" Dean ventured into the darkness. All he could see for miles around him were lines of chains, stretching out into the distance. "Can I get a little help here?"
"Oh my god!" that squeal again. "He's just, like, hanging there!"
"And you're so much of a help, huh, wonder if this'll do it…" After she spoke, Dean heard a grinding noise, like gears turning against each other.
Dean could feel himself being lowered, the chains around his wrists and ankles slowly giving way until he rested on hard rocky ground. He pushed to sit up, wincing at the hooks still stuck into his body. "Fucking hell," he muttered, hugging his chest with one hand.
"Oh god, are those hooks?" High-pitched squeal girl again.
Dean finally got a good look at his rescuers. He blinked. Squealy-girl looked about 15 with bright purple pigtails that reached high above her head. She wore some crazy purple dress and green knee-high stockings. "What the hell are you supposed to be?" he grumbled.
She frowned, but answered. "I'm Midori!" She bounced as she said it.
"I think Lars can help you out," raspy lady said. Dean looked over and nearly whistled. She was smoking hot in a black leather corset and matching pants. Too bad she was a blonde, but he was in hell, he wasn't that picky. "I'm Casey."
Lars appeared next to her, a huge hunk of man with a KISS-painted face, dressed in leather straps with spikes. He looked very much at home here. "Lars break chains!"
He grasped the ends of the chains attached to Dean's arms and snapped them like twigs.
"Uh, thanks." Dean tugged at one of the hook still embedded in his skin. "You think you might, ah, gently…OW, MOTHER FUCKER THAT HURT," he cried as Lars pulled out the hook in his side.
"One more to go." The other guy finally showed up, a dark-skinned man dressed like Sergeant Pepper.
"You know, maybe you can just leave it there…GOD DAMN IT," Dean snapped. He ran his hand over his shoulder and to his surprise found perfectly healed skin. It made sense. He didn't have an actual physical body to harm. That didn't explain why it still hurt like a son of a bitch. He staggered to his feet. "You are?"
"Xavier Stone, my man. Haven't you heard of us?"
Dean checked himself out, patting down his jeans for weapons. How did he have jeans in hell? Shouldn't he have been naked or something? Dean wiggled his toes. Apparently he had to give up his boots. "Should I have?" he asked absently.
"We're like famous guitarists, man."
"Speak for yourself, I'm a bassist," Midori snapped.
"And you never introduced yourself," Casey said, winking at him.
Even in hell, tortured and bloody, Dean still had it. He cocked a grin at her. "I'm Dean."
"Pleased to meet you, Dean," she said.
"Anyway," Dean shook his head. He could get laid later; right now he had to figure out how to get out of here. "How the hell did you guys get here? You do realize we're in Hell right?"
They all groaned.
"It's not my fault!"
Dean raised his hand to cut off the whining. "Don't care whose fault it is, what's the story?"
"We signed with this band manager, Lou," Casey started. "He said he was going to make us famous."
"And man, things were going smoking there for a while. We went from playing in backyards to the Megadome." Xavier shook his head.
"Then bad show in Japan," Lars said.
Midori bounced from foot to foot. "So we tried to get out of the contract. We didn't want to sell out or anything."
"Let me guess," Dean said. "Lou was a demon."
"He's the devil," Casey said. "We've got one chance to get out of here. We have to play against him in a guitar battle to save our souls."
"If you're such great guitarists, what's the problem?" Dean asked.
"We can't decide which one of us is going to play," Midori wailed.
Dean sighed and ran a bloody hand through his hair. Of course each of them thought they were the best player. "Uh, hey," he said, "Could I join your band?"
They looked at him, and Dean could feel himself being appraised in different ways.
"What do you do?" Casey asked, eyes narrow.
Dean coughed. "I can sing."
"Well son? Demonstrate." Xavier commanded.
Dean took in a great gulp of air. He opened his mouth and started to sing the first thing that came to mind: "It's all the same, only the names will change. Everyday it seems we're wasting away…"
"Not Bon Jovi!"
"At least he didn't try Stairway."
"Hey!" Dean said.
"We're going to confer." The four of them moved to the side and started to whisper.
Dean sighed. He looked around and tried to figure out an alternate escape route. Unfortunately he couldn't see past the chains, as if nothing existed beyond this very room.
"Ok, we've decided."
Dean turned around and pulled on his best smile.
"You're in, you're better than our last singer," Casey rolled her eyes.
Awesome. "Should we go, ah, practice?"
"Huh," Midori said, "We should have thought of that."
"Why don't you lead the way," Dean suggested. He didn't mention that he couldn't see beyond this room. Instead he walked over to Casey and threw an arm around her waist. She grinned up at him and they started walking.
Dean didn't think too hard about where they were going. He just focused on Casey and how much of her cleavage he could see when he looked down at her. That way he could ignore the screams of the tortured they passed as they crossed a stone bridge over some lava.
He finally looked away when they reached the stage. The rest of the band crouched around the equipment, doing sound checks. There were two dancers on the edge of the stage, really hot chicks with pink skin and…horns? Oh fuck, they were demons. Dean so didn't want to go there.
"Ok, hot stuff, show us what you got!" Midori bounced as she went to pick up her bass.
Dean walked over to the mic. "Did you decide who was going to play?"
"We're each going to take a verse." Case picked up a guitar and started to tune it absently.
"Do we know what we're going to play yet? I mean, is there specific criteria involved? I don't want to get stuck down here cause we played the wrong song." Dean knew this was his last chance and he had to take it.
"Right now we're just testing the sound system," the drummer piped up. "So sing whatever the hell you wanna."
Dean rubbed his hands together evilly. He grabbed the mic in one hand and started to belt out:
"Back in black
I hit the sack
It's been too long I'm glad to be back
Yes, I'm let loose
From the noose
That's kept me hanging around
I've been looking at the sky
and it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse 'cause I never die…"
He bounced his head as he sang, and really got into the groove of the song. Dean admitted he might have danced a bit on stage.
"Dude, do me a favor, never do that again," the drummer said.
"Fuck you."
"Guys, we have to focus," Midori broke them up.
Xavier emerged on stage, pages of music in his hand. "I got the song. We don't have a choice; we have to play it. And we gotta be better than Lou."
"Well, what's the song?" Dean came over and took the page. "The Devil Went Down to Georgia? Dude, you got a fiddle round here?"
Casey grabbed the page from him and gasped. "No, we don't have a damn fiddle!"
"Relax, hon," Xavier smiled. "We're gonna rework the fiddle parts for electric guitars."
"This is going to be either really awesome or it's gonna suck really hard," Dean said.
"You have to sing it," Casey said, turning those sweet eyes on him. "You have to make the song your own, Dean."
"You can do it!" Midori bounced.
Dean could feel the sweat bead on his forehead. "Ok, let's do this."
He didn't know how long they rehearsed for. Xavier had done a fine job redoing the composition for guitar, but Dean knew he had to believable. He had to let the emotion come out in the song. That's part of why he loved music so much, he could hear the passion in the singers' voices. Now he had to do the same if he wanted to make it out of Hell.
All too soon it was show time. Lou appeared on stage, he was a tall guy with huge horns, goat's feet and a wicked pair of shades. He slung a guitar made of human bone over his shoulder and made his way to the front. "The demons will decide the winner!" he declared. "And soon your souls will be mine to devour!"
"Like, overconfident much?" Midori muttered under her breath.
Dean leaned over. "If it looks like we're losing this thing, take off your top."
"Only if you bend over and spread 'em," Casey retorted from behind them.
"Guys, c'mon," Xavier hissed. "Let's rock."
"Rock on," Dean said. He stepped up to the microphone.
Lou looked him over. "Hmm, I don't remember you being part of the band."
"You, ah, weren't playing attention," Dean said. The last thing he wanted was for this demon to notice Dean's sudden introduction to the group.
"I'm sure I'd remember you."
"I was backstage and drunk for most of the performances."
"That'll do it."
"Same deal for me," Dean put in, just to be sure, "We win this and we're back topside, no tricks?"
Lou grinned and stroked his guitar. "You have to win first."
And then Dean knew he would have to use the tried and true Winchester way of doing things.
He was going to have to cheat.
Then Xavier started in on his opening riff and there was no time to think. Dean just had to sing. And no one seemed to notice at first the little bits of Latin he used instead of the original lyrics. It was just enough to get Lou missing chords of notes on his guitar.
The two guitarists moved forward for their solos, Casey for their side, Lou for the other. Casey had a mean command of her guitar, her fingers slid up and down with an almost supernatural smoothness. Lou stepped up to take his turn and Dean muttered "Christo," under his breath.
One of the strings on Lou's guitar snapped. The demons booed and hissed.
By the time Lou replaced his string, it was time for Dean to sing again. He got into the swing of things, belting out the words with all he had. "I done told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best that's ever been!" He shouted the final lyrics, pulling his lips away from the guitar and hissing out the final lines of the exorcism rite. It wouldn’t do much, since they were already in Hell, but it kept Lou off his game.
The demons roared and cheered at the conclusion of the song. Lou bowed his head and threw his guitar to the stage. "I never default on a bargain," he said. "But don't be thinking you've seen the last of me, Dean Winchester. What do you think Lou is short for, anyhow?"
Before Dean could process that, the stage disappeared, Hell disappeared and he was slamming into hard concrete. He rolled and got to his feet, whirling around to find himself in the middle of a street. Dean ran for the sidewalk, didn't want to get hit by a car on his first day out of Hell.
He started to laugh. He couldn't stop at first, sliding to his knees outside of a dollar store. Dean's feet were still bare and he was covered with blood, but he was alive.
"Hey man, you ok?" a teenager poked his head out of the store.
Dean flung a grin at him. "You got a phone I could use?"
The kid nodded and held the door open. He handed Dean a cordless black phone.
Dean dialed the number ingrained in his memory. He never stopped grinning. "Hey, Sammy. I'm gonna need ya to pick me up…"
end
Author: Epeeblade
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crossover with Guitar Hero III, Gen, crack, humor
Characters: Dean, Midori, Casey Lynch, Lars Umlaut, Xavier Stone
Warnings: crack!
Spoilers: for SPN episode 3.16 and all of Guitar Hero III
Words: 2,210
Notes: Another bunny courtesy of Lapillus, which of course, meant she had to beta:) All mistakes are my own. For more info about the characters in Guitar Hero, check out the wiki: http://guitarhero.wikia.com/wiki/Guitar_Hero_III:_Legends_of_Rock
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of the TV show Supernatural or the video game Guitar Hero. This was written all in good fun.
Summary: "How the hell did you guys get here? You do realize we're in Hell right?"
Playing It Hot
By Epeeblade
Dean opened his mouth - to scream, to draw breath to scream, he didn't know - but in that moment of silence, that infinitesimal second of nothingness, he heard voices.
"Oh my god, you guys, this was totally not my fault!" a high-pitched very female sounding voice exclaimed.
Which was a sharp contrast to the woman's voice that followed afterwards, a deep drawl like Janis Joplin after too many cigarettes. "So just who was the one who introduced Lou to the band then?"
"It's not like I knew," the first voice protested. "He said he could make us stars."
"Stars in HELL," a booming male voice followed.
"Hey man, just be cool, I'll get us out of this," another male voice.
"Like hell you will," the raspy-voiced woman spoke again.
"Uh, hello?" Dean ventured into the darkness. All he could see for miles around him were lines of chains, stretching out into the distance. "Can I get a little help here?"
"Oh my god!" that squeal again. "He's just, like, hanging there!"
"And you're so much of a help, huh, wonder if this'll do it…" After she spoke, Dean heard a grinding noise, like gears turning against each other.
Dean could feel himself being lowered, the chains around his wrists and ankles slowly giving way until he rested on hard rocky ground. He pushed to sit up, wincing at the hooks still stuck into his body. "Fucking hell," he muttered, hugging his chest with one hand.
"Oh god, are those hooks?" High-pitched squeal girl again.
Dean finally got a good look at his rescuers. He blinked. Squealy-girl looked about 15 with bright purple pigtails that reached high above her head. She wore some crazy purple dress and green knee-high stockings. "What the hell are you supposed to be?" he grumbled.
She frowned, but answered. "I'm Midori!" She bounced as she said it.
"I think Lars can help you out," raspy lady said. Dean looked over and nearly whistled. She was smoking hot in a black leather corset and matching pants. Too bad she was a blonde, but he was in hell, he wasn't that picky. "I'm Casey."
Lars appeared next to her, a huge hunk of man with a KISS-painted face, dressed in leather straps with spikes. He looked very much at home here. "Lars break chains!"
He grasped the ends of the chains attached to Dean's arms and snapped them like twigs.
"Uh, thanks." Dean tugged at one of the hook still embedded in his skin. "You think you might, ah, gently…OW, MOTHER FUCKER THAT HURT," he cried as Lars pulled out the hook in his side.
"One more to go." The other guy finally showed up, a dark-skinned man dressed like Sergeant Pepper.
"You know, maybe you can just leave it there…GOD DAMN IT," Dean snapped. He ran his hand over his shoulder and to his surprise found perfectly healed skin. It made sense. He didn't have an actual physical body to harm. That didn't explain why it still hurt like a son of a bitch. He staggered to his feet. "You are?"
"Xavier Stone, my man. Haven't you heard of us?"
Dean checked himself out, patting down his jeans for weapons. How did he have jeans in hell? Shouldn't he have been naked or something? Dean wiggled his toes. Apparently he had to give up his boots. "Should I have?" he asked absently.
"We're like famous guitarists, man."
"Speak for yourself, I'm a bassist," Midori snapped.
"And you never introduced yourself," Casey said, winking at him.
Even in hell, tortured and bloody, Dean still had it. He cocked a grin at her. "I'm Dean."
"Pleased to meet you, Dean," she said.
"Anyway," Dean shook his head. He could get laid later; right now he had to figure out how to get out of here. "How the hell did you guys get here? You do realize we're in Hell right?"
They all groaned.
"It's not my fault!"
Dean raised his hand to cut off the whining. "Don't care whose fault it is, what's the story?"
"We signed with this band manager, Lou," Casey started. "He said he was going to make us famous."
"And man, things were going smoking there for a while. We went from playing in backyards to the Megadome." Xavier shook his head.
"Then bad show in Japan," Lars said.
Midori bounced from foot to foot. "So we tried to get out of the contract. We didn't want to sell out or anything."
"Let me guess," Dean said. "Lou was a demon."
"He's the devil," Casey said. "We've got one chance to get out of here. We have to play against him in a guitar battle to save our souls."
"If you're such great guitarists, what's the problem?" Dean asked.
"We can't decide which one of us is going to play," Midori wailed.
Dean sighed and ran a bloody hand through his hair. Of course each of them thought they were the best player. "Uh, hey," he said, "Could I join your band?"
They looked at him, and Dean could feel himself being appraised in different ways.
"What do you do?" Casey asked, eyes narrow.
Dean coughed. "I can sing."
"Well son? Demonstrate." Xavier commanded.
Dean took in a great gulp of air. He opened his mouth and started to sing the first thing that came to mind: "It's all the same, only the names will change. Everyday it seems we're wasting away…"
"Not Bon Jovi!"
"At least he didn't try Stairway."
"Hey!" Dean said.
"We're going to confer." The four of them moved to the side and started to whisper.
Dean sighed. He looked around and tried to figure out an alternate escape route. Unfortunately he couldn't see past the chains, as if nothing existed beyond this very room.
"Ok, we've decided."
Dean turned around and pulled on his best smile.
"You're in, you're better than our last singer," Casey rolled her eyes.
Awesome. "Should we go, ah, practice?"
"Huh," Midori said, "We should have thought of that."
"Why don't you lead the way," Dean suggested. He didn't mention that he couldn't see beyond this room. Instead he walked over to Casey and threw an arm around her waist. She grinned up at him and they started walking.
Dean didn't think too hard about where they were going. He just focused on Casey and how much of her cleavage he could see when he looked down at her. That way he could ignore the screams of the tortured they passed as they crossed a stone bridge over some lava.
He finally looked away when they reached the stage. The rest of the band crouched around the equipment, doing sound checks. There were two dancers on the edge of the stage, really hot chicks with pink skin and…horns? Oh fuck, they were demons. Dean so didn't want to go there.
"Ok, hot stuff, show us what you got!" Midori bounced as she went to pick up her bass.
Dean walked over to the mic. "Did you decide who was going to play?"
"We're each going to take a verse." Case picked up a guitar and started to tune it absently.
"Do we know what we're going to play yet? I mean, is there specific criteria involved? I don't want to get stuck down here cause we played the wrong song." Dean knew this was his last chance and he had to take it.
"Right now we're just testing the sound system," the drummer piped up. "So sing whatever the hell you wanna."
Dean rubbed his hands together evilly. He grabbed the mic in one hand and started to belt out:
"Back in black
I hit the sack
It's been too long I'm glad to be back
Yes, I'm let loose
From the noose
That's kept me hanging around
I've been looking at the sky
and it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse 'cause I never die…"
He bounced his head as he sang, and really got into the groove of the song. Dean admitted he might have danced a bit on stage.
"Dude, do me a favor, never do that again," the drummer said.
"Fuck you."
"Guys, we have to focus," Midori broke them up.
Xavier emerged on stage, pages of music in his hand. "I got the song. We don't have a choice; we have to play it. And we gotta be better than Lou."
"Well, what's the song?" Dean came over and took the page. "The Devil Went Down to Georgia? Dude, you got a fiddle round here?"
Casey grabbed the page from him and gasped. "No, we don't have a damn fiddle!"
"Relax, hon," Xavier smiled. "We're gonna rework the fiddle parts for electric guitars."
"This is going to be either really awesome or it's gonna suck really hard," Dean said.
"You have to sing it," Casey said, turning those sweet eyes on him. "You have to make the song your own, Dean."
"You can do it!" Midori bounced.
Dean could feel the sweat bead on his forehead. "Ok, let's do this."
He didn't know how long they rehearsed for. Xavier had done a fine job redoing the composition for guitar, but Dean knew he had to believable. He had to let the emotion come out in the song. That's part of why he loved music so much, he could hear the passion in the singers' voices. Now he had to do the same if he wanted to make it out of Hell.
All too soon it was show time. Lou appeared on stage, he was a tall guy with huge horns, goat's feet and a wicked pair of shades. He slung a guitar made of human bone over his shoulder and made his way to the front. "The demons will decide the winner!" he declared. "And soon your souls will be mine to devour!"
"Like, overconfident much?" Midori muttered under her breath.
Dean leaned over. "If it looks like we're losing this thing, take off your top."
"Only if you bend over and spread 'em," Casey retorted from behind them.
"Guys, c'mon," Xavier hissed. "Let's rock."
"Rock on," Dean said. He stepped up to the microphone.
Lou looked him over. "Hmm, I don't remember you being part of the band."
"You, ah, weren't playing attention," Dean said. The last thing he wanted was for this demon to notice Dean's sudden introduction to the group.
"I'm sure I'd remember you."
"I was backstage and drunk for most of the performances."
"That'll do it."
"Same deal for me," Dean put in, just to be sure, "We win this and we're back topside, no tricks?"
Lou grinned and stroked his guitar. "You have to win first."
And then Dean knew he would have to use the tried and true Winchester way of doing things.
He was going to have to cheat.
Then Xavier started in on his opening riff and there was no time to think. Dean just had to sing. And no one seemed to notice at first the little bits of Latin he used instead of the original lyrics. It was just enough to get Lou missing chords of notes on his guitar.
The two guitarists moved forward for their solos, Casey for their side, Lou for the other. Casey had a mean command of her guitar, her fingers slid up and down with an almost supernatural smoothness. Lou stepped up to take his turn and Dean muttered "Christo," under his breath.
One of the strings on Lou's guitar snapped. The demons booed and hissed.
By the time Lou replaced his string, it was time for Dean to sing again. He got into the swing of things, belting out the words with all he had. "I done told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best that's ever been!" He shouted the final lyrics, pulling his lips away from the guitar and hissing out the final lines of the exorcism rite. It wouldn’t do much, since they were already in Hell, but it kept Lou off his game.
The demons roared and cheered at the conclusion of the song. Lou bowed his head and threw his guitar to the stage. "I never default on a bargain," he said. "But don't be thinking you've seen the last of me, Dean Winchester. What do you think Lou is short for, anyhow?"
Before Dean could process that, the stage disappeared, Hell disappeared and he was slamming into hard concrete. He rolled and got to his feet, whirling around to find himself in the middle of a street. Dean ran for the sidewalk, didn't want to get hit by a car on his first day out of Hell.
He started to laugh. He couldn't stop at first, sliding to his knees outside of a dollar store. Dean's feet were still bare and he was covered with blood, but he was alive.
"Hey man, you ok?" a teenager poked his head out of the store.
Dean flung a grin at him. "You got a phone I could use?"
The kid nodded and held the door open. He handed Dean a cordless black phone.
Dean dialed the number ingrained in his memory. He never stopped grinning. "Hey, Sammy. I'm gonna need ya to pick me up…"
end