Word Count 100 (and continuing the glorious bad fic)dragonlitMarch 21 2011, 01:19:10 UTC
Sam felt a surge of rage welling up inside his gut. The thought of anyone messing with his brother set his blood boiling. He flexed his finely toned biceps and chest and pushed against the encompassing tentacle.
“Dean! There’s just enough room for you to squeeze out.”
“And leave you here at the mercy of King Oberon? I won’t do it. I’d rather sacrifice myself.” Dean clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring.
“Go Dean. I can handle myself. I’ve been working out.”
“What? You saying you’re stronger than me?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Not the time for this dude! Just go.”
Word Count 100 - keep up the glorious, glorious bad fic!keerawaMarch 21 2011, 04:37:17 UTC
Castiel inspected them both curiously. “I believe you’re mistaken, Dean. Sam’s ego is merely the size of the Chrysler building. And yours is, well … slightly less proportionate.”
Dean glared.
His martyrdom complex, on the other hand …, Sam thought.
Cas nodded. “That is truly impressive, even by Heavenly standards. Sam, why are you broadcasting your thoughts?”
“Hah!” Dean said, standing up and scrubbing at the black slimy goo on his face. “I thought something was screwy.” He glanced around the dull orange walls of the motel. A sudden look of panic flashed over his face. “Dude, where’s my car?”
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“Dean, quick! My spare hunting knife! In my conveniently placed thigh holster, can you reach it?”
“I’m not sure I can, Sammy!” Dean growled through gritted teeth - arms pinned down no matter how hard he tried.
Suddenly the ground roared open ahead of them and odd whirling music spewed from the split earth.
“...Oh God,” whimpered Dean, “th-that song!”
“What song?” Sam asked thrashing against the tentacles in earnest.
“King Oberon’s Royal Anthem!” Dean cried, bursting into manly tears.
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"King of fairies, Sammy! And I'm not crying. It's raining on my face," Dean replied as manly tears continued to stream down his face.
Light started emerging the crack in the ground.
“Save me, Barry!” Dean cried.
“Who’s Barry?” Sam asked, confused.
“Never mind! Just don’t let King Oberon have me!”
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“Dean! There’s just enough room for you to squeeze out.”
“And leave you here at the mercy of King Oberon? I won’t do it. I’d rather sacrifice myself.” Dean clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring.
“Go Dean. I can handle myself. I’ve been working out.”
“What? You saying you’re stronger than me?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Not the time for this dude! Just go.”
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I actually burst out laughing when I read that. *high-fives*
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Sam huffed and rolled his eyes. Sam was tired of Dean treating like he was a child.
“Well, if you would stop huffing like a child, I wouldn’t treat you like one,” Dean said angrily.
The tentacles suddenly let go of them and they collapsed to the floor. When they looked up, they saw Castiel staring at them intensely.
“Cas!” Dean exclaimed. “Thank god you’re here! We were about to die from tentacle strangulation because our egos are the size of Texas!”
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Dean glared.
His martyrdom complex, on the other hand …, Sam thought.
Cas nodded. “That is truly impressive, even by Heavenly standards. Sam, why are you broadcasting your thoughts?”
“Hah!” Dean said, standing up and scrubbing at the black slimy goo on his face. “I thought something was screwy.” He glanced around the dull orange walls of the motel. A sudden look of panic flashed over his face. “Dude, where’s my car?”
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