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25 June 2011 @ 11:59 pm
Birthday time!!  



Okay, so I was going to post earlier but I kept trying to write something other than what I did and it just didn't happen, I'm sorry, bb. This just wouldn't leave me alone. *sigh* But before I go into that, let me just say that I hope you had an amazing day today. You truly deserve it. And I know we haven't gotten to talk much since we never seem to be on (or at least on long enough to really comment, I swear I'm working on it) so I'm just going to add to that that I miss you. *hugs tightly*

Now for the fic - a few years ago, I wrote you a completely cracktastic fic about the Scoobies, the Winchesters, and Greek gods and goddesses. This is a sort of sequel to that and the reason I tried to write something else is because this is also completely cracktastic and I don't even think you watch Glee so it's a crossover with a fandom you're not in. But I couldn't resist. Also, I've never written Glee fic before so it's entirely possible that this is out of character but here we go. Because I don't think you watch it, just click on the names if you want to see who is who so you've got a mental image: Rachel, Puck (Noah), Santana (aka Satan to others), Kurt, Brittany (Lord Tubbington is her cat, lol), Quinn, Finn, Tina (Gothic Asian), Mercedes, Artie (Wheelchair Boy to Dean), and Lauren (girl who wants popcorn)

And now that I've thrown all that at you (hopefully that's all the cast mentioned), here's the fic, which will probably never see the light of day outside of this entry, lol.


“This is worse than the gods,” Dean muttered, leaning towards Sam as they both stared at the group in front of them. They glanced at each other and turned their backs to the room, something that they normally wouldn’t do but was necessary this time. Hunched over the piano, Dean fought back a groan. “Are we sure they’re not possessed?”

“Buffy didn’t say anything about possession, just that there’d been something in the paper about a group of kids bursting into song.” Sam shook his head. “Then she muttered something about a demon named Sweet and his demon child brides.”

“Seriously, Sam, demon child brides or no, are they possessed?”

Sam sighed and in an unspoken gesture, turned to stare at the room while Dean said Christo.

“What did you say?” one of the teenagers asked. Sam stared at him. He was tall, a bit dopey and awkward and he kept shooting glares at a couple of the other kids in the room.

“Nothing,” Dean told him as he turned around as well.

“If you want to stay turned around, teach, that’s alright. I can check out your ass better that way and I have to say that that ass in those jeans are—“

“Santana!”

The girl in question rolled her eyes. “Shut it, midget, like you weren’t thinking the same thing.” Dean watched, slightly horrified as she high-fived a boy in a fedora.

“I most certainly was not. To think that I’d look at one of our educators, substitute or not, in such a way is ridiculous.”

“Because it’s never happened before, right?” one of the blondes in the room cut in.

“That was merely a side effect of the ballad, Quinn!”

“Yeah, whatever, can we move this along? I got places to be.”

“A cougar you haven’t sexed up yet, Puck? Or you going to ruin someone else’s relationship?” Tall Boy snapped.

“Whatever, Finnocence, maybe if you—“

“Finn Hudson, that was completely uncalled for,” the girl (who sounded like she did nothing more than protest, what the fuck, seriously) interrupted, shooting out of her seat and spinning towards to face Finn.

“Really, Rachel? Have you forgotten that the whole reason that we broke up in the first place is because you kissed him?” Around the room there was a series of groans and eyerolls and Sam just knew that this argument wasn’t anything new.

“I kissed him because you slept with Santana!”

“We weren’t even together anymore,” Finn shouted.

“That wasn’t the point and you know it, Finn,” Rachel told him. “You completely lied about it and led me to believe that you were a virgin still.”

“You didn’t miss much there, Berry. He might as well still be a virgin,” Santana said, examining her nails.

“Hey!”

“Can I make out with the teachers?” the other blonde suddenly asked. For a moment, the whole room was quiet and Dean was very seriously considering leaving the room. He didn’t care how many women he’d slept with, he wasn’t into jailbait. The kid in the wheelchair looked like he was going to either have a heart attack or off himself.

“If we run, we might make it to the car and then we can just tell Buffy it was a false alarm,” he whispered. Sam looked extremely tempted for a few moments before he shook his head and killed any hope that Dean had of getting out of there at that moment.

“We need to be sure before we leave.”

“My money’s on the gothic Asian. She looks like the demon-summoning type.”

Sam fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Could you not run around accusing random students of being into demonic rituals, please?”

“You can’t make out with them, Brittany. It’s against the rules.” Hat Boy sighed and took off his hat. “Sadly.”

“Oh, hell,” Dean muttered.

“But they’d complete my perfect record of having made out with all the boys in the school.”

“Please tell me she’s not saying she’s made out with the teachers too,” Quinn said, wrinkling her nose.

Brittany blinked at the rest of them and then slowly shook her head. “No, teachers don’t count. But they’re not teachers so I need to make out with them.”

“They’re substitute teachers, Brittany, it’s the same thing. That’s why you called them teachers earlier, remember?” Santana reminded her.

Brittany frowned. “I think Lord Tubbington slipped something in my drink,” she muttered.

“Buffy is dead,” Dean decided. He didn’t care how hot she was and he didn’t care how flexible she was (okay, that one was pretty much a lie, he totally cared about that), she was dead.

“Excuse me, fellow Glee clubbers, can we please focus? It’s senior year and this means it’s our last chance to win Regionals and make it to Nationals, we need to start preparing.” Rachel turned back to Sam and Dean, ignoring the way the others were rolling their eyes or making faces. “Would you please demonstrate your singing ability so that we know just how qualified you are in helping us make our selections?”

Dean raised an eyebrow. “No.”

“We don’t sing,” Sam added. It was clearly the wrong thing to say because now all of the students were staring at them in horror.

“Why would we be given substitutes for Glee that can’t sing?” Rachel demanded, her voice rising. “This is a disaster! Mr. Schue is going to be out sick for an unforeseen amount of time and—“

“We get it, we’re screwed,” Puck interrupted.

“Shut it, Puckerman!”

“Ha, someone’s not getting any later on tonight.”

“Fuck off, Satan.”

“Noah,” Rachel snapped. “Language!”

As voices began to rise and a few of the students actually stood up to start making their point, a girl in glasses in the back laughed and leaned back.

“I don’t know why I haven’t started bringing popcorn to this thing. It gets better every single time.”

Dean shared a look with Sam and then turned back to glare at the room in general as Rachel and the chick named after a car—Mercedes, he remembered—shouted something about a Coach Sylvester sabotaging them.

He was pretty sure that after having to listen to this (and fuck his life, they were just getting started on this investigation), he could convince Sam to help him hide the body.

An ear-splitting shriek cut through the air from one of the girls (he really hoped it was one of the girls) and he took a deep breath, getting ready to let out an equally ear-piercing whistle to shut them up.

Yeah, Buffy was so dead the next time he saw her.



Well, bb, I hope you got a good laugh out of that at the very least, lol. And before it hits midnight here, one last time.....HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!
 
 
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Dani: Papa LMAOumbralillium on June 26th, 2011 08:53 am (UTC)
ROFLMAO It may be cracky, but it's hilarious crack xD
Nicole: Santana - straight up bitchblue_icy_rose on June 27th, 2011 03:09 am (UTC)
Hee! Why thank you! And the best part is that looking back on it, I can actually picture this type of thing happening with these characters. (Gotta admit, that I want to start writing the fic just so I can write Santana, lol. She might be a bitch but she gets some of the best lines - like telling John Stamos the dentist that he could drill her anytime or the line in my icon, ha.)
Lani: kelisebonypsyche on June 26th, 2011 12:39 pm (UTC)
Crack? Nope. This is how it TOTALLY HAPPENED.

*giggles and runs away.*
Nicole: LMAO - Puck & othersblue_icy_rose on June 27th, 2011 03:12 am (UTC)
God, and a glee club meeting with these guys really would be that insane too. *still laughing over it*

And Santana would totally check them out. *nods*
Nebula: spn jared jensen misha dorks 123authoressnebula on June 27th, 2011 12:44 am (UTC)
When you bring the crack, you bring the good stuff. Holy shit.

“Buffy didn’t say anything about possession, just that there’d been something in the paper about a group of kids bursting into song.” Sam shook his head. “Then she muttered something about a demon named Sweet and his demon child brides.”


IF ONLY THEY HAD BEEN THERE, THE SINGING WOULD HAVE BEEN EPICLY MORE EPIC. XD HEE!

“My money’s on the gothic Asian. She looks like the demon-summoning type.”

Sam fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Could you not run around accusing random students of being into demonic rituals, please?”


Can I just say how much I adore that Sam's all, "Sigh, my brother's a moron, and this is just a normal conversation, blah blah blah" about it? XD Reminds me of, "So, this killer truck..." LOL

An ear-splitting shriek cut through the air from one of the girls (he really hoped it was one of the girls)

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA Oh god Dean, you wish. :P

This was AWESOME!! Thank you love! (And I know, this opposite side of the country thing is shit. You need to be on more on my time! LOL)

~Nebula
Nicole: Santana fanning herselfblue_icy_rose on June 27th, 2011 03:23 am (UTC)
Oh God, I couldn't resist! I love Glee but crossing it with SPN is like the crackiest thing a person could do (except I saw one where the boys were teens and Dean got punished by having to join glee club and he ends up with Rachel somehow and John is just endlessly amused by Dean's horror over the whole thing, such a good fic, lol) so of course I had to do it for your birthday. LOL.

Haha, of course this is a normal conversation for Sam. That's just how it goes! (I'm suddenly very glad that I didn't mention Glee's Sam since that could've been confusing, lol.)

That shriek might've been Kurt. You never know! Or one of the other boys. *grins*

I imagine that while Santana was checking Dean out, she was doing this. *points at icon* I'm so tempted to start writing Glee fic just so I can write Santana because she's gotten some of the best lines. Things like "I'm a judgemental bitch and in the closet which means I have excellent gaydar." "NFL players are super reliable." and "The only straight I am is straight up bitch." And while this line wasn't said by her, it was said to her by Kurt after he realized he had no criticisms for her prom dress, I love it: "Go with God, Satan! I mean Santana!"

Wow, off topic, lol. But yay! So happy that you liked it! :D (LOL, I'll have to work on that. *grins*)