Them: “ONE.”
You:
Them: “TWO.”
You:
Them: “THR-“
You:
OKAY OKAY I’M SORRY! OH MY GOD DON’T HURT ME
June 2011
May 2011
I’ve got a few days of queue lined up, but other than that I will be MIA until next Saturday! I’ll miss you all very much! <3
…No way. Nooo way! That is such a weird coincidence!
- You: Dean.
- Stranger: do you like dinasaurs?
- You: They were certainly some of the more interesting of my Father's creations.
- Stranger: Hello M/F?
- You: I am an Angel of the Lord, I have no gender.
- Your conversational partner has disconnected.
- I found Dean.
- --
- You: Dean?
- Stranger: Sam?
- You: Oh, thank God!
- You: I've been looking everywhere for you, man!
- Stranger: I have been too!
- Stranger: Where the hell were you!?
- You: Not sure, I lost track of things after Gabriel zapped us... wherever we are now. Where did he send you?
- Stranger: Uh, I think I'm in someone's house or something
- Stranger: I'm pretty scared they're gonna come home at anytime, too
- Stranger: This is all way too tame for Gabriel
- Stranger: I'm just waiting for the velociraptors to burst in or something
- You: Uh, I don't know about that...
- You: I think I'm in France right now.
- You: Either that or Quebec.
- Stranger: French people? A lot of them?
- Stranger: Does it smell like Canada?
- You: ...Canada doesn't have a specific smell, Dean- but... yeah, I think it's Quebec.
- You: At least I hope it's Quebec.
- Stranger: Yeah, you better hope it is
- Stranger: There's no way in hell am I flying to Europe to find your ass
- You: Gee, thanks, I always knew you cared.
- You: Anyway- what should we do? Do you know what state you're in?
- You: Or, uh, country?
- Stranger: Well, there's a shit ton of....oh dude, wait....
- Stranger: I think...I'm in Australia...
- Stranger: Crap
- You: ...Australia.
- Stranger: Australia
- Stranger: CRAP
- Stranger: I don't want to be in friggin' Australia!
- You: Yeah, I'm starting to think this has Trickster written ALL over it.
- Stranger: No freaking kidding
- Stranger: Well, how do we get back? I can't find my wallet.
- You: Try calling Cas? Maybe he can zap us back.
- You: Unless this is one of Gabriel's alternate dimensions...
- Stranger: Here, lemme try
- Stranger: ....
- Stranger: ....
- Stranger: ....
- Stranger: Either he's busy or it is an alternate dimension
- Stranger: I don't want to play another game show
- You: ...I really hope he's busy.
- Stranger: Yeah, me too
- You: Alright, uh. If this is one of Gabriel's dimensions, he usually lets us go after we learn whatever he wants us to learn.
- You: What would be the point of sending us to Quebec and Australia?
- Stranger: To....teach you how to speak french and to teach me about dingo's eating babies?
- You: Uhhh. Good try, but for some reason I don't think that's it.
- You: I mean, I'm already pretty fluent in French.
- Stranger: What? Since when?
- You: Law school.
- You: You never know when it'll come in handy during a case. At least, that's what the professor said.
- You: And look, he's right, it may come in handy now.
- Stranger: Man, when you told me you were learning french there, I thought you were, you know...learning french...
- Stranger: "french"
- Stranger: Whatever
- You: ...Right. Okay. We need to focus.
- Stranger: Yeah
- You: We're on different continents. I can't think of any "lesson" he's going to teach us by doing that.
- Stranger: Unless it's some crap about solving problems without each others help?
- You: You'd think he'd know by now that never ends well for us...
- Stranger: Yeah, like he'd learn
- Stranger: We need to kill him
- Stranger: Please
- Stranger: We need to get back to America and kill him
- You: For some reason I don't think that'll get him to let us go back.
- Stranger: I'll find my own way back!
- Stranger: I just want to put that smug asshole in his place!
- You: Dean, you're in ANOTHER COUNTRY. You don't have any money, you don't have a passport, and on top of that, you're on the FBI's wanted list. How are you going to get back into the U.S.?
- Stranger: I don't know, I'll find a way
- You: Yeah, let me know how that goes for you.
- Stranger: ...this thing just told me that if you claimed to be an fbi agent, you're lying
- Stranger: I think it knows, Sam
- You: Ha ha, very funny.
- Stranger: No, I'm serious
- Stranger: It totally did
- Stranger: What the hell is this thing?
- You: I don't know, it was open on the computer when I sat down at it.
- You: I'm in a cafe, by the way.
- You: So at least only one of us is breaking and entering.
- Stranger: Well, like I said, I'm in someone's house
- Stranger: I did not break and enter!
- Stranger: I was just...poofed here
- Stranger: ...
- Stranger: I...I think I hear someone...
- Stranger: Crap, gotta go Sam, I'll find you-
- You: Dean-
- Your conversational partner has disconnected.
“Wait, wait,” Chuck stutters, staring at the group of teens. Despite the many oddities surrounding him, such as M’gann’s peculiar skin or Kaldur’s gills flaring slightly on the sides of the Atlantian’s neck, he seems mostly transfixed by the red symbol on Superboy’s chest. “You’re shitting me, Cas, they can’t seriously be- these are comic book characters, they can’t-,”
“There are many kinds of prophets,” Castiel says simply.
Chuck’s mouth snaps shut, but his eyes are still wide and shell-shocked.
(No idea if that’ll be in the final draft, but goddd this fic will be the death of me, I swear.)
Somehow I expected this to work out better.
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Haha thank you~! And no problem, I’ve actually only posted one other photo of it so far, but I have a few more left from the shoot that I’ll get around to uploading eventually!
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