Let's write a Spn story - three words at a time...

[starg8fans]

as Sam finished

[LizzieAnne]

the exorcism. "Awesome!"

[queen_hathor]

Dean crooned, patting

[the fifth man]

Sam on the

[Andron]

shoulder full of

[LizzieAnne]

admiration and relief.

[LoneStar1836]

"Let's get going!"

[the fifth man]

said Dean, but

[starg8fans]

they still had

[LizzieAnne]

to clean up

[starg8fans]

the mess that

[LizzieAnne]

the black goo

[queen_hathor]

left everywhere. "Sammy!"

[LoneStar1836]

Story so far....

Spoiler:

Sam and Dean were hunting for a very elusive creature that they had read about in John's journal. Unfortunately things went from bad to worse when the Impala, without any reason started to make a rather curious noise. What on earth could that racket be!? Dean moaned, knowing he should have checked the engine when he saw a strange fluid pooling under the cassette tape player. Dean pulled off the road and immediately opened the bonnet to check what was wrong.

Meanwhile Sam was complaining that he had nothing to do except watch Dean work on the engine. After an hour of disassembling and re-assembling both Sam and Dean were frustrated, tired and hungry. Dean swore and kicked the Impala out of anger. To his surprise the Impala actually screamed like a wild animal that had been wounded. Sam looked out at Dean with a look of shock and horniness, having never heard the call of a classic car possessed by a beautiful but deadly spirit of a long forgotten, ancient transvestite. Dean, however, had experience with such things, something Sam had avoided.

With a curse things can be transformed into something one really wouldn't want to have.

The brothers looked around, searching for anything that would help them to remove the transvestite from Dean's 'baby'. Soon they found out, after some more weird noises started coming from the Impala's radio, only one person could save them. Unfortunately,that person was a demon who had been sent to hell for helping humans. But, with no current way of contacting the demon, they had to make a quick call to Bobby to see if he had a summoning spell they could use.

Bobby said that he thought they should try and attempt a de-drag queening that would require Castiel's help. Dean wanted to get a bacon-cheeseburger first - with extra onions. Sam couldn't believe that Dean could eat while the beloved Impala was possessed and screaming, but he didn't say anything. Instead he grabbed his bag of Skittles and threw them at his brother, hitting him squarely in the nuts. In pain, Dean grabbed the bag and tossed it right back in the Impala's window after grabbing a handful for himself.

Without realizing it, he had grabbed Sam in a sleeper hold which had Sam gasping for air, but made him horny. ... Becky's fantasy ends...

"Sam!" Dean yelled. Black goo dripped into the Impala and onto the horrified face of Dean who instantly reached for the shotgun next to the unconscious Sam. The goo transformed into David Hasselhoff who started singing 'Sweet Home Alabama'. Dean grabbed the rock salt cartridges, loaded the sawed-off shotgun and fired. With an eye-roll David Hasselhoff said 'I've been looking for K.I.T.T. and you two ain't stopping me from finding him." In the meantime Sam opened the glovebox to find that there was a hex bag hidden. Pulling a lighter and grabbing some salt, Sam lit the hex bag and hurled it into the ditch. The Impala immediately skidded, throwing Dean violently into the nearest tree where his head impacted with a sickening smash on a tree branch. Dean collapsed, barely conscious, with blood trickling down his face.

"Where is Sam," growled the Hoff. Dean tried to open his eyes but his head was hurting too - slowly faded though a dull ache remained. Dean stumbled towards Sam, checking that the Hoff isn't anywhere near him. Sam was looking very confused because he couldn't seem to SEE Dean.

At that moment Castiel appeared and he held an old photograph of flatbread.

"Told you," Dean said while wiping blood from his split lip.

"Told me what?"

"That God's there. He looks funny!" said Dean chuckling.

Castiel's eyes narrowed. "Don't laugh about my father," Castiel said in a(n) unmistakable affronted tone. Just then Madonna appeared from the pocket of Castiel's trenchcoat.

"Who stole my cheese?" she asked. Both Dean and Sam shrugged.

"What are you on about?" asked Dean, the enraged rock music fan. Madonna then transformed into a dog and ran away. On realising that they had no chance to catch up with her, the Winchester brothers looked relieved and walked back to Castiel, who intermediat(e) - ly had been desiring the flatbread. He decided to put an end to his search for the big piece of cheese because he was hungry and wanted to get out of the tiring position he was in. Castiel then disappeared without warning.

Sam and Dean turned back to the Impala that was still standing and transvestite possessed.

"Got a plan?" Sam asked Dean.

"I got nothing," Dean replied grimly. "Good thing I brought this book 'The Supernatural Compendium'. It should contain the incantation we need to get rid of the transvestite without ruining his new jeans.

"Exorcizamus" Sam chanted.

The Impala shook, black smoke pouring out of the speakers of the writhing car as black smoke rose from the tailpipe. With fingers crossed, Sam started chanting the incantation in Aramaic, while Dean kind of just stood there not wanting his baby to get ruined by the transsexual spirit inhabiting his ride. The Impala made a strange kind of bellowing as Sam finished the exorcism.

"Awesome!" Dean crooned, patting Sam on the shoulder full of admiration and relief. "Let's get going!" said Dean, but they still had to clean up the mess that the black goo left everywhere. "Sammy! Get the ShamWow!"

Get the ShamWow!"



google it if ya need an explanation.

[starg8fans]

Story so far....

Spoiler:

Sam and Dean were hunting for a very elusive creature that they had read about in John's journal. Unfortunately things went from bad to worse when the Impala, without any reason started to make a rather curious noise. What on earth could that racket be!? Dean moaned, knowing he should have checked the engine when he saw a strange fluid pooling under the cassette tape player. Dean pulled off the road and immediately opened the bonnet to check what was wrong.

Meanwhile Sam was complaining that he had nothing to do except watch Dean work on the engine. After an hour of disassembling and re-assembling both Sam and Dean were frustrated, tired and hungry. Dean swore and kicked the Impala out of anger. To his surprise the Impala actually screamed like a wild animal that had been wounded. Sam looked out at Dean with a look of shock and horniness, having never heard the call of a classic car possessed by a beautiful but deadly spirit of a long forgotten, ancient transvestite. Dean, however, had experience with such things, something Sam had avoided.

With a curse things can be transformed into something one really wouldn't want to have.

The brothers looked around, searching for anything that would help them to remove the transvestite from Dean's 'baby'. Soon they found out, after some more weird noises started coming from the Impala's radio, only one person could save them. Unfortunately,that person was a demon who had been sent to hell for helping humans. But, with no current way of contacting the demon, they had to make a quick call to Bobby to see if he had a summoning spell they could use.

Bobby said that he thought they should try and attempt a de-drag queening that would require Castiel's help. Dean wanted to get a bacon-cheeseburger first - with extra onions. Sam couldn't believe that Dean could eat while the beloved Impala was possessed and screaming, but he didn't say anything. Instead he grabbed his bag of Skittles and threw them at his brother, hitting him squarely in the nuts. In pain, Dean grabbed the bag and tossed it right back in the Impala's window after grabbing a handful for himself.

Without realizing it, he had grabbed Sam in a sleeper hold which had Sam gasping for air, but made him horny. ... Becky's fantasy ends...

"Sam!" Dean yelled. Black goo dripped into the Impala and onto the horrified face of Dean who instantly reached for the shotgun next to the unconscious Sam. The goo transformed into David Hasselhoff who started singing 'Sweet Home Alabama'. Dean grabbed the rock salt cartridges, loaded the sawed-off shotgun and fired. With an eye-roll David Hasselhoff said 'I've been looking for K.I.T.T. and you two ain't stopping me from finding him." In the meantime Sam opened the glovebox to find that there was a hex bag hidden. Pulling a lighter and grabbing some salt, Sam lit the hex bag and hurled it into the ditch. The Impala immediately skidded, throwing Dean violently into the nearest tree where his head impacted with a sickening smash on a tree branch. Dean collapsed, barely conscious, with blood trickling down his face.

"Where is Sam," growled the Hoff. Dean tried to open his eyes but his head was hurting too - slowly faded though a dull ache remained. Dean stumbled towards Sam, checking that the Hoff isn't anywhere near him. Sam was looking very confused because he couldn't seem to SEE Dean.

At that moment Castiel appeared and he held an old photograph of flatbread.

"Told you," Dean said while wiping blood from his split lip.

"Told me what?"

"That God's there. He looks funny!" said Dean chuckling.

Castiel's eyes narrowed. "Don't laugh about my father," Castiel said in a(n) unmistakable affronted tone. Just then Madonna appeared from the pocket of Castiel's trenchcoat.

"Who stole my cheese?" she asked. Both Dean and Sam shrugged.

"What are you on about?" asked Dean, the enraged rock music fan. Madonna then transformed into a dog and ran away. On realising that they had no chance to catch up with her, the Winchester brothers looked relieved and walked back to Castiel, who intermediat(e) - ly had been desiring the flatbread. He decided to put an end to his search for the big piece of cheese because he was hungry and wanted to get out of the tiring position he was in. Castiel then disappeared without warning.

Sam and Dean turned back to the Impala that was still standing and transvestite possessed.

"Got a plan?" Sam asked Dean.

"I got nothing," Dean replied grimly. "Good thing I brought this book 'The Supernatural Compendium'. It should contain the incantation we need to get rid of the transvestite without ruining his new jeans.

"Exorcizamus" Sam chanted.

The Impala shook, black smoke pouring out of the speakers of the writhing car as black smoke rose from the tailpipe. With fingers crossed, Sam started chanting the incantation in Aramaic, while Dean kind of just stood there not wanting his baby to get ruined by the transsexual spirit inhabiting his ride. The Impala made a strange kind of bellowing as Sam finished the exorcism.

"Awesome!" Dean crooned, patting Sam on the shoulder full of admiration and relief. "Let's get going!" said Dean, but they still had to clean up the mess that the black goo left everywhere. "Sammy! Get the ShamWow!"

Get the ShamWow!"

google it if ya need an explanation.

/\ I had to do that!


Dean called out