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Jun. 11th, 2007 08:23 pmTitle: Willow's Magic Potion, Girl Number 2
Word Count: 200
Fandom: Supernatural
Challenge: #59 oops
Disclaimer: Don't own them
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Two screams.
A door slam.
A girlish yell of “I’m going to kill you Andrew!”
Faith sighed, looks like she’ll have to save Andy from death again. Wonder which slayer he pissed off today. Faith walked up the stairs toward the sound of screaming and banging. “Alright what did he do?” Faith asked before walking into the room.
“He locked himself in the bathroom so that I can’t kill him!” The girl looked around for something to break down the door with.
Faith looked at the girl. She was wearing boy’s clothing. Her hair was brown and spiked off her head. “Are you one of the new slayers from Maryland?”
The girl opened the closet and growled, “No!”
“I’m sorry.” Andrew wailed. “I didn’t know it was Willow’s potion.”
The girl grinned and pulled a shotgun out of the closet. She opened the gun to find no bullets in it. “Son of a bitch!”
Faith’s mouth dropped open, “Holy fuck! Dean?!”
The girl pointed the shotgun at Faith. “Don’t say one word.”
Faith leered at Dean, “Damn Winchester you’re one hot chick.”
Dean began searching frantically for bullets. Then they heard a shout from the bathroom, “I’m really really sorry.”
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Word Count: 200
Fandom: Supernatural
Challenge: #59 oops
Disclaimer: Don't own them
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Two screams.
A door slam.
A girlish yell of “I’m going to kill you Andrew!”
Faith sighed, looks like she’ll have to save Andy from death again. Wonder which slayer he pissed off today. Faith walked up the stairs toward the sound of screaming and banging. “Alright what did he do?” Faith asked before walking into the room.
“He locked himself in the bathroom so that I can’t kill him!” The girl looked around for something to break down the door with.
Faith looked at the girl. She was wearing boy’s clothing. Her hair was brown and spiked off her head. “Are you one of the new slayers from Maryland?”
The girl opened the closet and growled, “No!”
“I’m sorry.” Andrew wailed. “I didn’t know it was Willow’s potion.”
The girl grinned and pulled a shotgun out of the closet. She opened the gun to find no bullets in it. “Son of a bitch!”
Faith’s mouth dropped open, “Holy fuck! Dean?!”
The girl pointed the shotgun at Faith. “Don’t say one word.”
Faith leered at Dean, “Damn Winchester you’re one hot chick.”
Dean began searching frantically for bullets. Then they heard a shout from the bathroom, “I’m really really sorry.”
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end