Interactive Fanfiction!
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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.