HEY! No fair pulling out the Puss-in-Boots icon! *pouts too*
FINE.
- - - -
It's mid-August, so hot that the wheat field smells like baking bread, and Sam's hunting a possessed scarecrow. Yeah, another one.
There's a crow that's been following him for the last twenty minutes, cawing obnoxiously, and if not for the need for stealth he would've shot it already.
Something rustles in a nearby tree, and Sam looks up. The crow is perched on a limb.
It stares at him. He stares back.
"Go away," he snarls threateningly.
The bird cocks its head sideways and gets a glint in its beady little eyes that clearly translates as You wanna piece of me?
Sam takes a menacing step forward, intent on reminding it that he can break its skinny little neck with his pinkie, but it suddenly starts cawing like no bird he's ever heard before. It almost sounds like there's a pattern. Or a tune.
It almost sounds like AC/DC.
Sam stares, open-mouthed, as the bird swings into a eardrum-perforating rendition of Back in Black.
"Dean?" Sam says in disbelief, forgetting to be quiet. Dean's supposed to be in hell.
The bird--Dean--nods its tiny head, shades of 'bout time, dumbass, and flies down to perch on Sam's shoulder.
He stares at it. It stares back.
"Dude," Sam says, "you're a bird."
Dean pecks the side of his head. Hard.
Next time he visits Bobby, Sam has a hard time explaining why there's a crow perched on the steering wheel.
And why he has tiny beak marks all over his head.
- - - -
You should've specified what kind of crow you were talking about. *snickers more*
And I shouldn't read prompts at this hour (2 a.m.), because everything sounds awesome. Especially the one where Dean gets possessed by the ghost of a female dog. *headdesk*
Are you familiar with the phrase "it's all fun and games 'till somebody loses an eye"? Because I began thinking about that signature Crow make-up and how Dean would look with it and it went into the darker alleys from there...
I love The Crow, especially the original. leonidaslion wrote an excellent SPN/Crow crossover fic titled It Can't Rain All the Time (http://leonidaslion.livejournal.com/84818.html). I highly recommend it.
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Caw! Caw!
Date: 2008-01-11 10:45 pm (UTC)Lucifer: "You again?"
The End
Re: Caw! Caw!
Date: 2008-01-11 10:54 pm (UTC)Re: Caw! Caw!
Date: 2008-01-11 11:22 pm (UTC)Re: Caw! Caw!
Date: 2008-01-11 11:21 pm (UTC)Re: Caw! Caw!
Date: 2008-01-12 12:38 am (UTC)Re: Caw! Caw!
Date: 2008-01-12 04:34 am (UTC)Re: Caw! Caw!
Date: 2008-01-11 11:45 pm (UTC)Yes!
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Date: 2008-01-11 10:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-11 11:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-11 11:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-11 11:22 pm (UTC)You have no choice!
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Date: 2008-01-11 11:26 pm (UTC)Dean gets taken to Hell and comes back as a Crow.
There. I wrote it, just like you ordered me to.
*snicker*
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Date: 2008-01-11 11:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-11 11:59 pm (UTC)FINE.
- - - -
It's mid-August, so hot that the wheat field smells like baking bread, and Sam's hunting a possessed scarecrow. Yeah, another one.
There's a crow that's been following him for the last twenty minutes, cawing obnoxiously, and if not for the need for stealth he would've shot it already.
Something rustles in a nearby tree, and Sam looks up. The crow is perched on a limb.
It stares at him. He stares back.
"Go away," he snarls threateningly.
The bird cocks its head sideways and gets a glint in its beady little eyes that clearly translates as You wanna piece of me?
Sam takes a menacing step forward, intent on reminding it that he can break its skinny little neck with his pinkie, but it suddenly starts cawing like no bird he's ever heard before. It almost sounds like there's a pattern. Or a tune.
It almost sounds like AC/DC.
Sam stares, open-mouthed, as the bird swings into a eardrum-perforating rendition of Back in Black.
"Dean?" Sam says in disbelief, forgetting to be quiet. Dean's supposed to be in hell.
The bird--Dean--nods its tiny head, shades of 'bout time, dumbass, and flies down to perch on Sam's shoulder.
He stares at it. It stares back.
"Dude," Sam says, "you're a bird."
Dean pecks the side of his head. Hard.
Next time he visits Bobby, Sam has a hard time explaining why there's a crow perched on the steering wheel.
And why he has tiny beak marks all over his head.
- - - -
You should've specified what kind of crow you were talking about. *snickers more*
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Date: 2008-01-12 04:21 am (UTC)You should post it!
(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-12 04:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-12 05:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-11 11:44 pm (UTC)And that's just one more reason to love you...;)
And I shouldn't read prompts at this hour (2 a.m.), because everything sounds awesome. Especially the one where Dean gets possessed by the ghost of a female dog. *headdesk*
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Date: 2008-01-12 04:22 am (UTC)Also, *glee*
(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-14 10:17 pm (UTC)But, really, it merely adds to your charm. :)
Oh, and... any preference on how fucked up it's allowed to get?
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Date: 2008-01-14 11:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-14 11:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-15 12:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-15 12:20 am (UTC)Because I began thinking about that signature Crow make-up and how Dean would look with it and it went into the darker alleys from there...
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Date: 2008-01-15 01:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-12 12:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-12 04:29 am (UTC)