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crack_van2009-08-15 07:38 am
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Bones of Shelbyville by Innie Darling (R)
Fandom: Supernatural/The Simpsons
Pairing: Gen with Dean/OFC on the side
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innie_darling
Author Website: Innie Darling’s Fic Index
Why this must be read: It’s an example of a crack crossover at it’s finest. I mean, come on, it’s the Winchesters hunting in Springfield! And yet it’s so much more than its premise.
Sammy comes awake with a snort, knees slamming into the glove compartment and knocking his head against the window. Dean tries to figure out exactly which scowl Sam'll have on his face when he turns to face him. "What state are we even in?" Sam grunts, like he's the one who's been driving till his ass is numb instead of catching up on his beauty sleep.
Dean doesn't answer. Sam can take a gander at the license plates of the cars all around them if he needs to quench his thirst for knowledge. "We've been driving for hours," Sam gripes. Dean's well aware of that, has been looking at Dad's taillights all that time, and chooses not to share the information that Dad's apparently lost; Dean's positive he's seen that tire fire at least three times.
Dad finally pulls up in front of a squat little house with a decent-sized yard. Dean slams on the brakes in shock. The house is friggin' pink. Dad had said something about "damn good price," but he'd completely failed to mention that they'd be staying in a craphole the color of Bubblicious. He gets out of the car and steps on Sam's foot before Sam can open his mouth to say something no one really needs to hear. Inside, the house isn't much better. It's a little dim, not especially clean, and it smells like it's been closed up for a couple of years.
"At least I got all my shots at my last school," Sam mutters, just loud enough to be heard, and sets a chair back on its feet.
Dean rolls his eyes. Sam is such a drama queen. "I'm gonna go get some cleaning supplies and some food. You wanna come?" Sam shakes his head and kicks at a cobweb. Dad's already sitting at the rickety table with his journal in front of him. "Be back soon. Stay out of trouble, Sammy," he says, jingling his keys in his hand.
Bones of Shelbyville
Pairing: Gen with Dean/OFC on the side
Author on LJ:
innie_darlingAuthor Website: Innie Darling’s Fic Index
Why this must be read: It’s an example of a crack crossover at it’s finest. I mean, come on, it’s the Winchesters hunting in Springfield! And yet it’s so much more than its premise.
Sammy comes awake with a snort, knees slamming into the glove compartment and knocking his head against the window. Dean tries to figure out exactly which scowl Sam'll have on his face when he turns to face him. "What state are we even in?" Sam grunts, like he's the one who's been driving till his ass is numb instead of catching up on his beauty sleep.
Dean doesn't answer. Sam can take a gander at the license plates of the cars all around them if he needs to quench his thirst for knowledge. "We've been driving for hours," Sam gripes. Dean's well aware of that, has been looking at Dad's taillights all that time, and chooses not to share the information that Dad's apparently lost; Dean's positive he's seen that tire fire at least three times.
Dad finally pulls up in front of a squat little house with a decent-sized yard. Dean slams on the brakes in shock. The house is friggin' pink. Dad had said something about "damn good price," but he'd completely failed to mention that they'd be staying in a craphole the color of Bubblicious. He gets out of the car and steps on Sam's foot before Sam can open his mouth to say something no one really needs to hear. Inside, the house isn't much better. It's a little dim, not especially clean, and it smells like it's been closed up for a couple of years.
"At least I got all my shots at my last school," Sam mutters, just loud enough to be heard, and sets a chair back on its feet.
Dean rolls his eyes. Sam is such a drama queen. "I'm gonna go get some cleaning supplies and some food. You wanna come?" Sam shakes his head and kicks at a cobweb. Dad's already sitting at the rickety table with his journal in front of him. "Be back soon. Stay out of trouble, Sammy," he says, jingling his keys in his hand.
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