Hey guys, I’m thinking about making a sideblog and hosting an X Men Femslash Week.
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“You and I both know how this thing ends. I don’t know how or when and I don’t care where you’re living or what dope you’re shacked up with, you are my girlfriend. We are endgame. I know that and you know that.”
Request by anon: “ Oneshot request (if you’re taking them): Sam and Dean investigate a town where people are randomly singing and dancing in spontaneous musical numbers, and discover…”
Fandoms: Supernatural and Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Word Count: 2500
Warnings: Slight language, brief gore (decapitation), and really nothing much
A/N: I know this was a one shot request, but I kinda went all out and loved it too much to cut somethings out. I also know that it wasn’t requested as a cross over, but come on, this is too good not to. If you haven’t watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer, you might not find this as entertaining as if you have, but I believe everyone can get a laugh at the brothers. Don’t know when the next chapter will be out (or how many chapters there will be), but tell me if you’d like to be tagged. Love you all XOXO
The music in here does not belong to me.
(not my gifs)
This had been an interesting case for Sam; people randomly combusting, no witnesses. It was almost like a horror story, but it got even worse. Sam was on his laptop, Dean in the shower, when he started to hear a deep voice humming a cheerful tone as it echoed through what used to be the dead silent motel room.
Sam was sure it must have been his brother, since it seemed to be coming from the bathroom, but Dean never sang anything but rock, and never in the shower.
With curiosity, and a little worry, Sam walked over and put his ear against the door to listen. That’s when he heard everything, his brother’s gravelly, non musical, voice singing.
“Every single night, the same arrangement,
I go out and hunt the hunt.
Still I always feel this strange estrangement,
Nothing here is real, nothing here is right.
I’ve been making shows of trading blows
Just hoping no one knows
That I’ve been go - ing through the motions,
Walking though the part,
Nothing seems to penetrate my - heart.
Sam stepped back with wide eyes. Was Dean… singing a showtune? And with Sam around? But he didn’t stop there.
I was always brave and kind of righteous,
Now I find I’m wa - vering.”
As Dean hit the high note, almost breaking all glass cruelly, Sam decided that was enough weirdness for him to add to all the craziness for right now.
“Dean!” Sam banged at the bathroom door. “I can hear you!”
Dean’s singing stopped almost instantly, as did any movement inside the bathroom. Sam could only hear the water hitting his now frozen brother. Shaking his head, Sam walked back to his laptop.
In less than a minute, Dean came stumbling out of the shower, still dripping wet and a terrified expression embedded on his face. “Sam,” he said weakly.
“Who sings that, Dean?” Sam asked, his eyes on his laptop. It was open to some possession lore. “Don’t think I’ve ever heard that before.”
“Sam,” Dean repeated. “Was I singing…?”
Sam looked up curiously at his brother. “Yeah, dude; you were,” he said mockingly.
“I’ve never heard that song before either, Sam,” Dean pointed out. “I think I made it up.”
“Probably just some commercial or somethin’ else that got stuck in your head.” Sam clicked a few times on a link. “I don’t think you ‘made it’.”
“No, Sam.” Dean waited a little, as if wondering how to say something. “I wasn’t in control. I was singing, but I wasn’t in control.”
“Sure, dude,” Sam passed it by. “Just get dressed and in your fed suit, I think I have a possible witness.”
Dean cautiously walked back to the bathroom and Sam continued at the lore.
The brothers spent all day chasing down the witness, and she ended up having nothing of value- as usual. Not only that, but while Sam and Dean were chasing their tails, another person died. Sam now stared frustrated at an old book.
“Maybe Charlie could help us,” said Sam.
Dean placed a beer by his brother and took a slip of his own, sitting down across from Sam. “What would she do? We’ve got far more than her and we still can’t figure this crap out.”
They had narrowed it down to a few ideas- nothing even remotely solid- until Sam disproved every one of them. All but one.
“Dean!” Sam exclaimed, throwing himself back in the chair and running his hands through his hair. “What if it’s a witch? That would make-”
“It’s not a witch, Sammy. A witch can’t control an entire town-”
“But what if-”
“It’s not.” Dean drank some of his beer and Sam lowered his hands. “You’re just trying to find somethin’ to place blame. No, Sam, Sunnydale has something bigger going on.” Sam shook his head and went back to work. “Anyway, you need a break. Your stress is starting to radiate. Your turn to go get food, I pay.” Dean placed twenty bucks on Sam’s keyboard and walked off to the bed. Sam grabbed the money and just before he left, Dean add, “And don’t forget the pie!”
“I won’t, Dean,” Sam sighed, closing the door.
Sam drove around the Biggerson’s parking lot several times, but couldn’t find any parking spaces other than in from of a hydrant. He knew it was illegal, but Sam also knew he wouldn’t be long.
Sam pulled the Impala up and jumped out, hurrying into the restaurant but never taking his eyes off Dean’s car. His brother would kill him if anything happened to her.
Just as the waitress gave Sam his food, he saw a policeman standing over the Impala, writing a ticket. Sam rushed out the door, and into a light song.
“I’ve been having a bad bad day,
Come on, won’t you put that pad away?
I’m asking you please, no!
It isn’t right, it isn’t fair!
There was no parking anywhere!
I think that hydrant wasn’t there!
Why can’t you let it go?
I think I’ve paid more than my share.
Hey I’m not wearing-”
The officer slammed the ticket on Baby’s hood, then walked away, leaving Sam by himself and absolutely terrified. Was… Sam singing too now? He would have given it more thought, but he heard trashing and a gasp between the restaurant and an abandoned music shop.
He rushed to the alley to see a young, blond girl being pinned up to the wall, her feet off the ground, by a tall man. As Sam gently threw down the food and began to hurry forward, the man revealed sharp fangs and lowered himself to the girl’s neck.
Sam looked around the littered with trash to find something- anything- he could use to take off the head. In the spur of the moment, Sam grabbed a loose wire and rushed to the woman’s aid, his shoes slapping against the wet concrete.
Sam ran and wrapped the wire around the vampire’s head. Crossing it and pulling with all his force, he took the head off with a small stutter. The woman dropped to her feet as the vamp turned to dust.
Sam tried to gather himself so he could calm the girl. But when he looked over to her, she was already calm, just brushing off the dust from her outfit. She was very pretty, but couldn’t have been much out of college.
She must be in shock, Sam thought. “I’m sorry, Ms. That was a… a-”
“Vampire,” she interrupted, her voice high and perky. She shook her head and combed through her hair once. “How did you know to take the head?”
“I’m a hunter,” he said. “Like you…?”
The girl looked Sam up and down with a disbelieving look on her face. “Yeah, sure, buddy. I’ve never killed an animal in my life. Well… depends what you consider an animal… Werewolf count?” Sam gave her a half crooked look. “Doesn’t matter,” she said. She raised her eyebrows and voice. “Who are you?”
“I’m Sam Winchester, a hunter. And you are?”
“Name’s Buffy,” she said. “Vampire Slayer and late for curfew.” She slipped out of her heels and put on some normal running shoes, looking completely out of place with her tight, black dress. “I’ve got to go. You, try not to die.”
She started to jog off before Sam added, “You’re welcome.”
He assumed she didn’t hear him, but just before she turned the corner, she called back, “Didn’t need it.”
“A ticket?” Dean interrogated. “The hell for?” He was standing outside over his Impala.
“Parking in front of a hydrant,” Sam answered, dejected.
Dean read the amount marked on the yellow paper. “Well, why the hell did you do that?”
“Dean,” Sam said, raising his voice and shrugging. “There was no parking anywhere-” Sam caught his tongue, looking near frightened.
“Dude, it’s a ticket; it’s fine.” Dean started walking to the motel. “I called Cas, thought we could use it. He’s inside.”
Sam followed him. “Dean, you remember this morning… when you sang?”
Dean shut the door behind Sam as they entered. “Tryin’ to forget, thank you. Why?”
Castiel walked out of the bathroom and looked at the brothers. “Dean, you sang?” He looked around. “About what?”
“Nothin’,” Dean answered. “What’s your point?” he asked Sam.
“Well, um…” Sam stuttered to figure out how to word his next sentence. “When the officer was writing the ticket-”
“No way,” Dean interrupted, tilting his head. “You… you didn’t.”
Sam bit his lip. “I did…”
Dean started cracking up, unable to hold his laughter at the thought of his brother singing. “Oh, dude… And you deserved it too!”
“Dean…,” Sam began frightened, “doesn’t this strike you as even a little bit strange?”
“Yeah, I mean…” Dean tried to think of a word better than ‘strange’ to describe it.
“Cas,” Sam called, “you ever hear of anything like this?”
Cas shook his head. “No, but…” And just like Sam and Dean before him, Cas’ deep voice went into a pleasant melody.
Cas: I’ve got a theory, that it’s a demon! A dancing demon? No something isn’t right there.
Dean: I’ve got a theory, some kid is dreaming, and we’re all stuck inside his wacky broadway nightmare.
Sam: I’ve got a theory we should work this out.
Sam, Dean, Cas: It’s getting eerie what’s this cheery singing all about?
Dean: It could be angels, some evil angels! Which is ridiculous ‘cause angels they were persecuted. Heaven good and love
humans and angelic power and I’ll be over here.
Sam: I’ve got a theory, it could be clowns!
Dean: I’ve got a theory-
Sam: Clowns aren’t just fun like every child supposes. They got them rubber feets and swollen red noses, and what’s with
all the balloons!? What do they need all the color for anyway!? Clowns, Clowns, it must be Clowns!! Or maybe witches…
Sam: I’ve got a theory we should work this fast
Sam, Cas: Because it clearly could get serious before it’s passed.
Dean: I’ve got a theory, it doesn’t matter. What can’t we face if we’re together? What’s in this place that we can’t
weather. Apocalypse? Well we stopped that. The same old trips, why should we care?
Dean, Sam, Cas: What can’t we do if we get in it. We’ll work it through within a minute. We have
to try, we’ll pay the price. It’s do or die.
Dean: Hey I’ve died- *starts counting fingers*
Dean, Sam, Cas: What can’t we face if we’re together.
Sam: What can’t we face?
Dean, Cas: What’s in this place that we can’t weather?
Sam: If we’re together
Dean, Sam, Cas: There’s nothing we can’t face
Sam: Except for clowns…
Everyone paused, the brothers holding their breath as Cas adjusted his body awkwardly.
Dean finally stuttered, “What the…”
“Yeah,” Sam added shackley.
Cas chimed in, “Is that what happened to the both of you?”
“Yeah,” the brothers admitted in sync.
Sam added, “Right before I ran into that girl.”
Dean went over to the table, looking through the bag of food before deciding he wasn’t hungry. “What girl, Sammy?”
“I don’t know.” Sam sat down at the table, Cas and Dean grabbing seats around it too. “She was being attacked by a vamp, but didn’t seem scared or anything. Hell, she was more calm than I was.”
“So, another hunter?” Dean asked.
Sam took a swig of beer. “I think so. But see, she called herself a, uh… Vampire Slayer.”
“Like Blade,” Dean pointed out with a slight smile. Sam shot him a glare and Dean rolled his eyes before continuing. “So what? You think we got some wanna be hunter here?”
“I don’t think so.” Sam sat up. “See, we’ve seen fans before, but she wasn’t like that. She seemed every bit of a hunter as we are.”
Cas chimed in, “Do you know who she is?”
Sam pulled up his laptop and opened in, clicking a few times before handing it to his brother. A police file of a young, blode girl was open. “Buffy Summers,” Sam said. “Says she burned down her own school.”
“Yeah, sounds like something a hunter would do.” Dean shrugged. “Say where she lives?”
“Yep. ‘1630 Revello Drive’,” he read. “I thought we’d pay Ms. Summers a visit.”
Dean gave the laptop back and said, “So do you think she has something to do with these deaths and… singing, or are you just chasing after a high school crush?”
“Involved or not, we could use the extra help.”
Dean shrugged again and took the last bit of his beer before looking around, lifting up bags and under the table.”Where is the pie?”
Sam knocked on the door, a little golden sigh hung that read, “Summers.”
A young girl answer, her hair long and brown, her body thin and weak-like. “Hello?” she asked the brothers, raising her eyebrows. “May I… help you?” Her voice was high and light, just like Buffy’s.
Dean nudged Sam. “This her?”
Sam shook his head then turned back to the girl. “Does Buffy live here?”
“Depends who’s asking.”
“Dawn!” The brothers heard calling from inside. “Who is it?”
She turned around to answer. “Two guys. They’re looking for you.”
Buffy ran down the stairs and moved Dawn out of the way, groaning when she saw Sam. “I don’t want any,” she said. “So go.”
Buffy began to push the door shut but Dean put his foot in between, calling out for her. “Hey, look, lady, we just want to ask you a couple questions.”
Buffy sighed, lowering her shoulders and opening the door. Looking at the brothers, she said, “Come in.” She gestured them in and lead them to the right into a large, nicely decorated living room.
Dean nudged his brother and whispered, “Sam, you didn’t tell me she was hot.”
“Dude, you’re old enough to be her father.”
Dean dropped his smirk and slapped Sam. “Shut up.”
When they were all in the living room, the brothers looking around, Buffy threw her hands up and to her side. “So, what can I do for Rapunzel over here?”
Sam huffed, but Dean answered. “We were wondering if you were a hunter?”
“You too?” she questioned. “Like I told your husband over here-”
“He’s my brother!” Dean interrupted.
“Whatever, doesn’t matter. I’m not a hunter,” she huffed. “But who are you?”
“I’m Dean,” he pointed to Sam, “and you already meet my brother, Sammy. We’re hunters, and you’re a-”
Dean took a candy from the jar on Buffy’s coffee table. “How do you know about vampires and how to kill ‘em.”
“A vampire slayer,” she corrected herself. “It’s kinda all in the name. I slay vampires, and other things.”
“And about those other things,” Sam added, “have you encountered any…” He struggled to find words, but Dean didn’t share that problem.
“Have people just been bursting out into song?”
Buffy froze, just like the brothers had before.
“You have?” Dean asked, “Haven’t you?”
She bit her lip. “How’d you know?”
Dean walked over and patted Buffy’s shoulder. Raising his eyebrows, he added, “Because that’s what we’re hunting.”
Summary: You go out for a family Easter dinner, but you couldn’t take the fighting anymore. Dean shows you a better family.
Word Count: 1,250
Warning: Drinking, drunk family, family fighting, fluffy ending
A/N: I guess you get two fics today. I’m sorry if this isn’t the typical Easter fluff fic, but I didn’t have a typical Easter fluff dinner, so here you go. I hope you all enjoy.
“Quite honestly I thought you’d be a bit happier about this whole occasion.” Dean walked behind you, helping you put on the stubborn necklace. “I mean, you haven’t seen your family since you joined the business.”
You finished up with your lipstick, looking in the mirror to make sure everything was right. “I am happy,” you said simply.
“Well you’re doing a crap job showing it.” Dean tightened his tie, then kissed you on the neck softly. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”
“It’s nothing,” you almost spat. “Can we just go?” You began walking to the door.
Dean giggled. “Sure, Y/N. I mean, going to an Easter dinner half naked is completely normal.”
You looked down, finding yourself wearing nothing more than your lace panties and strapless bra. “Damn it!”
“Y/N,” Dean handed you your pink sun dress, “what’s wrong?”
Tip: Rewatch season 1 Jesse and Rachel scenes. Every scene from “Hello”, “I think I kinda like her” to “I loved you.” Remember that after 8-10 years they find their way back to each other.
“Stars have a way of finding each other” yes, Mercedes, and some find each other so much they get MARRIED.
Headcanon: During their wedding, Jesse’s Vocal Adrenaline friends are on one side while Rachel’s New Directions friends on the other and they sing along in this merry wedding all-star concert starring the groom and the bride. (cr: Nisa)
Ship: St. Berry Song: Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now Artist: Daniel Padilla and Morisette Amon
Glee is over, I’m just glad that it ended with a these two together and their undying chemistry.