Interactive Fanfiction!
Jan. 23rd, 2010 10:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sunspotTHIS IS HOW THIS WILL WORK. IT PROBABLY WON'T WORK ANY OTHER WAY, ACTUALLY. AND I SRSLY WANT TO SEE WHAT YOU COME UP WITH.
Step One: Prepare for epic levels of crack.
Step Two: Grab a pen and scratch pad or open a notepad.
Step Three: Click the first cut and write down a word/answer for each of the things I have listed out for you. Don't look ahead or bad things will happen.
Step Four: Put the words you picked into the pre-written template I've placed under the second cut.
Step Five: ?????
Step Six: Profit!
1. A piece of technology
2. Adjective
3. Article of clothing
4. Adjective
5. Adjective
6. A bad thing
7. A type of facial expression
8. Noun
9. An exclamation
1o. A time of day
11. Type of drink
12. Body part
13. Part of a car
14. Emotion
15. Adverb ending in -ly
16. Adjective
17. Noun
18. Something to be used as a weapon
19. Animal
2o. Noun
21. Body part
22. Body part
23. Verb ending in -ing
24. Noun
25. A number
Sam checked the text message on his [1. _________ ]. It was from Dean and Dean was in [2. _________ ] trouble!
"Castiel!" he shouted. "We have to save Dean!"
Sam put on his [3. _________ ] while he waited for Castiel.
"Does this trench coat make me look [4. _________ ]?" Castiel asked.
"Not at all, you look smokin' [5. _________ ]," Sam assured him. "But we have to go right now to save Dean from the [6. _________ ]."
Castiel [7. facial expression]. "Yes yes. That [8. _________ ] of yours is always getting into trouble. I'll drive."
"[9. _________ ]!" Sam said.
Castiel was not a very good driver, but it was [10. _________ ] and Sam was drunk so he didn't have any choice.
"Pass him, pass him!" Sam chanted. Castiel frowned and tutted.
"You smell like [11. _________ ] and are very distracting, Samuel. Please shut your [12. _________ ]."
Castiel attempted to pass the truck in front on them, but he passed too closely and knocked off the [13. _________ ].
"Dean is not going to be [14. _________ ]..." Sam grunted.
"Dean is just going to be grateful that we saved him." Castiel pulled the car into the parking lot where Dean had [15. _________ ] ordered them. It was the parking lot outside a [16. _________ ] diner.
"Dean?" Sam called, pushing open the [17. _________ ] carefully. He hid his [18. _________ ] under his jacket. "Have you been eaten or turned into a [19. _________ ]? Castiel seems to think that might happen."
"Sammy!" Dean's voice echoed from behind the door that presumably led to the [20. _________ ].
Sam headed for the door. "Dean?"
"Sammy!"
"Dean!"
"Castiel!" Castiel chimed in. He put his [21. _________ ] in his [22. _________ ] and stared up at Sam. "I just wanted to feel like I belong," he sighed.
Dean came through the door from the kitchen. "Thank gosh you're here! I was worried."
"Are you alright? Can I smite something?" Castiel asked hopefully, [23. _________ ] his fingers in case it was time for smiting.
Sam swung around, looking for the enemy. "Dean... What happened?"
"I made all this [24. _________ ]," Dean explained. "But I can't eat it all myself!"
Sam frowned. "You said it was an emergency!"
"It is!" Dean replied, pointing. "I can manage a whole pie, but I can't eat [25. _________ ]! Not in one sitting, at least, because I already had a sandwich."
So they ate pie.
It wasn't perfect because Dean had put too much salt in the pastry and Sam's pie ended up having a loose human tooth in it and Castiel didn't get to smite anything, but it was still pretty nice.
Step One: Prepare for epic levels of crack.
Step Two: Grab a pen and scratch pad or open a notepad.
Step Three: Click the first cut and write down a word/answer for each of the things I have listed out for you. Don't look ahead or bad things will happen.
Step Four: Put the words you picked into the pre-written template I've placed under the second cut.
Step Five: ?????
Step Six: Profit!
1. A piece of technology
2. Adjective
3. Article of clothing
4. Adjective
5. Adjective
6. A bad thing
7. A type of facial expression
8. Noun
9. An exclamation
1o. A time of day
11. Type of drink
12. Body part
13. Part of a car
14. Emotion
15. Adverb ending in -ly
16. Adjective
17. Noun
18. Something to be used as a weapon
19. Animal
2o. Noun
21. Body part
22. Body part
23. Verb ending in -ing
24. Noun
25. A number
Sam checked the text message on his [1. _________ ]. It was from Dean and Dean was in [2. _________ ] trouble!
"Castiel!" he shouted. "We have to save Dean!"
Sam put on his [3. _________ ] while he waited for Castiel.
"Does this trench coat make me look [4. _________ ]?" Castiel asked.
"Not at all, you look smokin' [5. _________ ]," Sam assured him. "But we have to go right now to save Dean from the [6. _________ ]."
Castiel [7. facial expression]. "Yes yes. That [8. _________ ] of yours is always getting into trouble. I'll drive."
"[9. _________ ]!" Sam said.
Castiel was not a very good driver, but it was [10. _________ ] and Sam was drunk so he didn't have any choice.
"Pass him, pass him!" Sam chanted. Castiel frowned and tutted.
"You smell like [11. _________ ] and are very distracting, Samuel. Please shut your [12. _________ ]."
Castiel attempted to pass the truck in front on them, but he passed too closely and knocked off the [13. _________ ].
"Dean is not going to be [14. _________ ]..." Sam grunted.
"Dean is just going to be grateful that we saved him." Castiel pulled the car into the parking lot where Dean had [15. _________ ] ordered them. It was the parking lot outside a [16. _________ ] diner.
"Dean?" Sam called, pushing open the [17. _________ ] carefully. He hid his [18. _________ ] under his jacket. "Have you been eaten or turned into a [19. _________ ]? Castiel seems to think that might happen."
"Sammy!" Dean's voice echoed from behind the door that presumably led to the [20. _________ ].
Sam headed for the door. "Dean?"
"Sammy!"
"Dean!"
"Castiel!" Castiel chimed in. He put his [21. _________ ] in his [22. _________ ] and stared up at Sam. "I just wanted to feel like I belong," he sighed.
Dean came through the door from the kitchen. "Thank gosh you're here! I was worried."
"Are you alright? Can I smite something?" Castiel asked hopefully, [23. _________ ] his fingers in case it was time for smiting.
Sam swung around, looking for the enemy. "Dean... What happened?"
"I made all this [24. _________ ]," Dean explained. "But I can't eat it all myself!"
Sam frowned. "You said it was an emergency!"
"It is!" Dean replied, pointing. "I can manage a whole pie, but I can't eat [25. _________ ]! Not in one sitting, at least, because I already had a sandwich."
So they ate pie.
It wasn't perfect because Dean had put too much salt in the pastry and Sam's pie ended up having a loose human tooth in it and Castiel didn't get to smite anything, but it was still pretty nice.
You have a screw loose, Lady.
Date: 2010-01-24 06:18 am (UTC)Sam checked the text message on his crackberry. It was from Dean and Dean was in twitterpated trouble!
"Castiel!" he shouted. "We have to save Dean!"
Sam put on his garter belt while he waited for Castiel.
"Does this trench coat make me look youthful?" Castiel asked.
"Not at all, you look smokin' sparkling," Sam assured him. "But we have to go right now to save Dean from the apocalypse."
Castiel grimaced in bitter self-loathing. "Yes yes. That hug of yours is always getting into trouble. I'll drive."
"Sodomy on a Cracker!!" Sam said.
Castiel was not a very good driver, but it was mid-morning-ish and Sam was drunk so he didn't have any choice.
"Pass him, pass him!" Sam chanted. Castiel frowned and tutted.
"You smell like iced coffee and are very distracting, Samuel. Please shut your thigh."
Castiel attempted to pass the truck in front on them, but he passed too closely and knocked off the gas tank.
"Dean is not going to be elatedly, orgasmically joyous..." Sam grunted.
"Dean is just going to be grateful that we saved him." Castiel pulled the car into the parking lot where Dean had stupidly ordered them. It was the parking lot outside a gigantic diner.
"Dean?" Sam called, pushing open the boobs carefully. He hid cast-iron skillet under his jacket. "Have you been eaten or turned into a dingo? Castiel seems to think that might happen."
"Sammy!" Dean's voice echoed from behind the door that presumably led to the door.
Sam headed for the door. "Dean?"
"Sammy!"
"Dean!"
"Castiel!" Castiel chimed in. He put his tongue in his collarbone and stared up at Sam. "I just wanted to feel like I belong," he sighed.
Dean came through the door from the kitchen. "Thank gosh you're here! I was worried."
"Are you alright? Can I smite something?" Castiel asked hopefully, fumbling his fingers in case it was time for smiting.
Sam swung around, looking for the enemy. "Dean... What happened?"
"I made all this Optimus Prime," Dean explained. "But I can't eat it all myself!"
Sam frowned. "You said it was an emergency!"
"It is!" Dean replied, pointing. "I can manage a whole pie, but I can't eat eight hundred and sixty-seven thousand, three hundred and fourteen! Not in one sitting, at least, because I already had a sandwich."
So they ate pie.
It wasn't perfect because Dean had put too much salt in the pastry and Sam's pie ended up having a loose human tooth in it and Castiel didn't get to smite anything, but it was still pretty nice.
Re: You have a screw loose, Lady.
Date: 2010-01-24 06:29 am (UTC)And screws are exactly the way they should be.
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Date: 2010-01-24 06:18 am (UTC)"Castiel!" he shouted. "We have to save Dean!"
Sam put on his Trench Coat while he waited for Castiel.
"Does this trench coat make me look Beautiful?" Castiel asked.
"Not at all, you look smokin' delicious," Sam assured him. "But we have to go right now to save Dean from the trip to the dentist."
Castiel frowed. "Yes yes. That glove] of yours is always getting into trouble. I'll drive."
“Jesus Christ on a Cracker!!" Sam said.
Castiel was not a very good driver, but it was midnight] and Sam was drunk so he didn't have any choice.
"Pass him, pass him!" Sam chanted. Castiel frowned and tutted.
"You smell like Shirley Temple] and are very distracting, Samuel. Please shut your Funny Bone.”
Castiel attempted to pass the truck in front on them, but he passed too closely and knocked off the exhaust pipe.
"Dean is not going to be sad..." Sam grunted.
"Dean is just going to be grateful that we saved him." Castiel pulled the car into the parking lot where Dean had sluttishly ordered them. It was the parking lot outside a ugly diner.
"Dean?" Sam called, pushing open the sweater carefully. He hid his disco stick under his jacket. "Have you been eaten or turned into a snail? Castiel seems to think that might happen."
"Sammy!" Dean's voice echoed from behind the door that presumably led to the shoe.
Sam headed for the door. "Dean?"
"Sammy!"
"Dean!"
"Castiel!" Castiel chimed in. He put his eye in his finger and stared up at Sam. "I just wanted to feel like I belong," he sighed.
Dean came through the door from the kitchen. "Thank gosh you're here! I was worried."
"Are you alright? Can I smite something?" Castiel asked hopefully, dancing his fingers in case it was time for smiting.
Sam swung around, looking for the enemy. "Dean... What happened?"
"I made all this sock," Dean explained. "But I can't eat it all myself!"
Sam frowned. "You said it was an emergency!"
"It is!" Dean replied, pointing. "I can manage a whole pie, but I can't eat eight! Not in one sitting, at least, because I already had a sandwich."
So they ate pie.
It wasn't perfect because Dean had put too much salt in the pastry and Sam's pie ended up having a loose human tooth in it and Castiel didn't get to smite anything, but it was still pretty nice.
Castiel: He's Smokin' Delicious
Date: 2010-01-24 06:32 am (UTC)Kiah's version!
Date: 2010-12-30 11:52 pm (UTC)"Castiel!" he shouted. "We have to save Dean!"
Sam put on his boxer briefs while he waited for Castiel.
"Does this trench coat make me look jumbo?" Castiel asked.
"Not at all, you look smokin' lickable," Sam assured him. "But we have to go right now to save Dean from the vermin."
Castiel grimaced. "Yes yes. That nipple of yours is always getting into trouble. I'll drive."
"Hey assbutt!" Sam said.
Castiel was not a very good driver, but it was mid-morning and Sam was drunk so he didn't have any choice.
"Pass him, pass him!" Sam chanted. Castiel frowned and tutted.
"You smell like appletinis and are very distracting, Samuel. Please shut your penis."
Castiel attempted to pass the truck in front on them, but he passed too closely and knocked off the tailpipe.
"Dean is not going to be sassy..." Sam grunted.
"Dean is just going to be grateful that we saved him." Castiel pulled the car into the parking lot where Dean had bashfully ordered them. It was the parking lot outside a squishy diner.
"Dean?" Sam called, pushing open the velociraptor carefully. He hid his chainsaw under his jacket. "Have you been eaten or turned into a unicorn? Castiel seems to think that might happen."
"Sammy!" Dean's voice echoed from behind the door that presumably led to the paddleboat.
Sam headed for the door. "Dean?"
"Sammy!"
"Dean!"
"Castiel!" Castiel chimed in. He put his elbow in his clavicle and stared up at Sam. "I just wanted to feel like I belong," he sighed.
Dean came through the door from the kitchen. "Thank gosh you're here! I was worried."
"Are you alright? Can I smite something?" Castiel asked hopefully, sucking his fingers in case it was time for smiting.
Sam swung around, looking for the enemy. "Dean... What happened?"
"I made all this wagon," Dean explained. "But I can't eat it all myself!"
Sam frowned. "You said it was an emergency!"
"It is!" Dean replied, pointing. "I can manage a whole pie, but I can't eat ninety four! Not in one sitting, at least, because I already had a sandwich."
So they ate pie.
It wasn't perfect because Dean had put too much salt in the pastry and Sam's pie ended up having a loose human tooth in it and Castiel didn't get to smite anything, but it was still pretty nice.
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Date: 2010-01-24 01:21 pm (UTC)"Castiel!" he shouted. "We have to save Dean!"
Sam put on his sock while he waited for Castiel.
"Does this trench coat make me look purple?" Castiel asked.
"Not at all, you look smokin' nasty," Sam assured him. "But we have to go right now to save Dean from the clown."
Castiel grimaced. "Yes yes. That tree of yours is always getting into trouble. I'll drive."
"Billions of Blue Blistering Barnacles!" Sam said.
Castiel was not a very good driver, but it was sunset and Sam was drunk so he didn't have any choice.
"Pass him, pass him!" Sam chanted. Castiel frowned and tutted.
"You smell like orange juice and are very distracting, Samuel. Please shut your toe."
Castiel attempted to pass the truck in front on them, but he passed too closely and knocked off the drive shaft.
"Dean is not going to be furious..." Sam grunted.
"Dean is just going to be grateful that we saved him." Castiel pulled the car into the parking lot where Dean had sweetly ordered them. It was the parking lot outside a wide diner.
"Dean?" Sam called, pushing open the table carefully. He hid his fork under his jacket. "Have you been eaten or turned into a cat? Castiel seems to think that might happen."
"Sammy!" Dean's voice echoed from behind the door that presumably led to the earlobe.
Sam headed for the door. "Dean?"
"Sammy!"
"Dean!"
"Castiel!" Castiel chimed in. He put his pancreas in his shoe and stared up at Sam. "I just wanted to feel like I belong," he sighed.
Dean came through the door from the kitchen. "Thank gosh you're here! I was worried."
"Are you alright? Can I smite something?" Castiel asked hopefully, slashing his fingers in case it was time for smiting.
Sam swung around, looking for the enemy. "Dean... What happened?"
"I made all this shoe," Dean explained. "But I can't eat it all myself!"
Sam frowned. "You said it was an emergency!"
"It is!" Dean replied, pointing. "I can manage a whole pie, but I can't eat 13! Not in one sitting, at least, because I already had a sandwich."
So they ate pie.
It wasn't perfect because Dean had put too much salt in the pastry and Sam's pie ended up having a loose human tooth in it and Castiel didn't get to smite anything, but it was still pretty nice.
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Date: 2010-01-25 01:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-24 03:38 pm (UTC)"Castiel!" he shouted. "We have to save Dean!"
Sam put on his Socks while he waited for Castiel.
"Does this trench coat make me look horney?" Castiel asked.
"Not at all, you look smokin' skinny" Sam assured him. "But we have to go right now to save Dean from the liver."
Castiel bitchface. "Yes yes. That impala of yours is always getting into trouble. I'll drive."
"DAMN IT!" Sam said.
Castiel was not a very good driver, but it was noon and Sam was drunk so he didn't have any choice.
"Pass him, pass him!" Sam chanted. Castiel frowned and tutted.
"You smell like appletini and are very distracting, Samuel. Please shut your big toe."
Castiel attempted to pass the truck in front on them, but he passed too closely and knocked off the trunk.
"Dean is not going to be horrified..." Sam grunted.
"Dean is just going to be grateful that we saved him." Castiel pulled the car into the parking lot where Dean had lightly ordered them. It was the parking lot outside a broke down diner.
"Dean?" Sam called, pushing open the earing carefully. He hid his nail file under his jacket. "Have you been eaten or turned into a house cat? Castiel seems to think that might happen."
"Sammy!" Dean's voice echoed from behind the door that presumably led to the carrot stick.
Sam headed for the door. "Dean?"
"Sammy!"
"Dean!"
"Castiel!" Castiel chimed in. He put his hair in his nose and stared up at Sam. "I just wanted to feel like I belong," he sighed.
Dean came through the door from the kitchen. "Thank gosh you're here! I was worried."
"Are you alright? Can I smite something?" Castiel asked hopefully, jumping his fingers in case it was time for smiting.
Sam swung around, looking for the enemy. "Dean... What happened?"
"I made all this cellphone," Dean explained. "But I can't eat it all myself!"
Sam frowned. "You said it was an emergency!"
"It is!" Dean replied, pointing. "I can manage a whole pie, but I can't eat 23! Not in one sitting, at least, because I already had a sandwich."
So they ate pie.
It wasn't perfect because Dean had put too much salt in the pastry and Sam's pie ended up having a loose human tooth in it and Castiel didn't get to smite anything, but it was still pretty nice.
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Date: 2010-01-25 01:38 am (UTC)