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raloriaSince it's Friday, I thought I'd finally get this fanfic posted. Something fun to kick off the weekend. Enjoy! And please leave me some comments, okay? I'd really love to know what you think of this. :)
I've been trying to figure out how to post this fanfic for a little while now. Do I leave it "as is" considering it was originally typed up in an IM chat window? Or fill it out and type it out properly like more normal fic. I couldn't get "normal" to work and since this fic is quite a departure for me anyways, I went with quasi-normal. Heh. It actually reads more like a script than a narrative story. This is not my normal type of fic, so feedback on concrit would be really appreciated.
This fic came about early one morning while chatting online with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
trystan830. She was suffering from yet another bout of comment loss on LJ, which we both claim is caused by gremlins. I suggested sending in the Winchester boys and this fic was born in the matter of an hour or so. I guess my muse was in a silly mood. So huge thanks to Trys for being my guinea pig, encouraging me, and suggesting I post this.
Title: Sam & Dean Meet The LJ Gremlins
Author: Raloria
Words: 1,537
Rating: PG with some mild swearing by Dean
Summary: Gremlins are eating the comments in LJ. The fandom's only hope...Sam & Dean, of course, but is Dean willing to do what needs to be done to drive the gremlins out of LJ?
Author's Notes: This was was written during an IM chat session over the latest round of missing comments in LJ. I've kept it pretty much the way it was initially written, so there's not a lot of descriptions here. The reader is free to fill in any holes. :)
This was also written without a beta, so any mistakes are totally my own.
Disclaimer: Sam & Dean aren't mine, even though Dean's alter ego, Jensen, likes to hang out with my muse a lot. For evidence of this, you can read this other little fic I wrote.
Comments: I love feedback good or bad.
Further notes at the end of the fic.
Sam: "There's trouble over on Livejournal again."
Dean: "Now what?"
Sam: "Comments aren't getting through in the notifications. People are complaining about them not showing up in their email accounts. Sounds like we might have a serious problem on our hands."
Dean: "Friggin' gremlins! Better get to researching, Sammy."
Sam, being the research geek boy that he is, goes off to the library. He returns a couple of hours later with a small pile of his findings. He's even got pictures of the gremlins, which Dean looks at in disgust.
Dean: "Ugly assed things."
Sam: "They've been plaguing LJ a lot recently....and it's getting worse."
Dean: "So where are they hanging out at? How do we find them?"
Sam: "In the comments section."
Dean: "Oh...right....why didn't I think of that. So what do we use? Rock salt, silver bullets?"
Sam: "Well, it says in the lore...."
Dean: (with a quizzical look) "Lore?"
Sam: "Yeah, well, these things have been around for a while now. It says that there's one thing that may work, but it's never been proven to be effective."
Dean: "Okay...hit me"
Sam: "You're not gonna like it..."
Dean: "C'mon Sam!"
Sam: "It says you have to sing "Ice Ice Baby" while standing on one foot and holding a plate of cherry jello."
Dean: "......"
Dean: "No way, Sam"
Sam: "C'mon Dean....we gotta try it. It might be the only way these people get any relief."
Dean relents and the brothers take off in the Impala for the LJ offices in San Francisco, CA. They arrive and sneak into the building, after hours, of course and head to the comments room. Dean, meanwhile is having second thoughts and starts grumbling about going through with the case.
Dean: "Man! I so do not wanna do this! (pause) Why don't you do this one?"
Sam: "I'm not the one with the singing voice."
Dean: (suddenly self conscious) "Singing voice?....I don't....I mean...I never..."
Sam: "C'mon man....you sing in the shower all the time. I've heard you."
Dean: "That's not singing. It's old pipes moaning in the walls."
Sam: "No way man. That's you. Now c'mon. I've got the jello already made up."
Dean sighs and picks up the plate of red jello.
Dean: "Why does it have to be cherry? I hate this flavor!"
Sam: "It's the only kind that repels the gremlins."
Dean: (still grumbling) "At least if it was orange we could eat it afterwards."
Sam: "Okay, now come on. Go stand over there. Don't drop the jello."
Dean, still grumbling under his breath, goes to stand in the middle of the room.
Sam: "You need the lyrics? I've got them printed out."
Dean: "Yes I need the friggin' lyrics! I don't listen to that stupid rap crap!"
Sam: "Okay, I've got them right here."
Sam hands the sheet of paper to Dean who grabs it and then glares at Sam.
Dean: "I swear....you tell Bobby or Ellen about this and you'll be waxing the Impala for the rest of your life."
Sam just smirks at his older brother and takes up his position by the wall. He can see the gremlins, in the corner of the room, chomping on various comments. Oblivious to everything around them, they don't even realize that the brothers are in the room with them.
Dean clears his throat, loudly.
Dean: "Mee, mee, mee, mee."
Sam: "Dean, what are you doing?"
Dean: "Just warming up....you know."
Sam gives Dean a look that says, "Will you just get on with it?"
Dean: "Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby"
Sam: "Dean!"
Dean: "What?!"
Sam: "Stand on one foot!"
Dean: "Oh, yeah, yeah."
Dean lifts up his left foot.
Sam: "Start over."
Dean: "Oh man!"
After giving an exasperating look to Sam, he begins again.
Dean: "Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby....All right stop, Collaborate and....listen. Ice is back.....with my brand new inven-"
Sam: "Stop!"
Dean: "Now what?!"
Sam: "You don't have the tempo right. You're pausing at the wrong places."
Dean: "Saaaaam!
Sam: "You gotta do it right Dean, or it's not gonna work."
Dean: "You gotta be friggin' kidding me!"
Sam: "C'mon Dean...you can do this. Don't you remember this song?"
Dean: "What are you talkin' about? I don't listen to this junk!"
Sam: "Riiiiight. All the music you listen to and you've never heard this?"
Dean: "Rap sucks Sam.....there's no melody, there's no guitar riff....it's crap!
Sam: "Okay, okay. I'm sure I can find an mp3 of it online for you to listen to.."
Dean: "No! No...I'll be fine. Thanks."
Dean sighs heavily, stands on one foot and tries again.
Dean: "Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby....All right stop....Collaborate and listen.....Ice is back with my brand new invention....Something....grabs a hold of me tightly...Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly..."
Sam: "Dean!"
Dean keeps going, ignoring him. Sam yells louder.
Sam: "Dean!!!"
Dean's still ignoring him. No way is he stopping again. Sam moves away from the wall and into his brother's line of vision, trying one more time to get through.
Sam: "Dean!!!!!!"
Dean stops, slapping the paper against his leg as his foot hits the floor. He's had it. Enough is enough.
Dean: (yells) "Sam!!!!"
The younger Winchester moves a little closer to Dean.
Sam: "You really need to move like a rapper. You know...bob up and down a little. Get into the groove or something."
Sam tries to demonstrate with a few moves.
Dean: (crumpling the sheet of paper in his hand, he's gripping it so tight) "Sam....so help me..."
Sam: "Dean, listen....I'm looking over at the gremlins. They're just not buying the performance."
Dean: "What?!"
Sam: (clearly amused by the situation) "Well.....they're just sitting over there ignoring you."
Dean just stands there...fuming. Sam looks over at the gremlins, directing Dean's attention to the far corner.
Sam: "Look...they're still chewing their way through the comments. You just gotta sell it more, Dean. That's all."
Dean glares at him some more.
Sam moves back over to his spot by the wall as Dean mutters under his breath.
Dean: "Friggin' rap lovin' gremlins..."
He tilts his head, trying to loosen his tense shoulder muscles, then lifts his left foot and starts the song over. This time he tries to move a little, but it's no easy task when you're standing on one leg and holding a plate of cherry jello.
Dean: "Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby....All right stop, Collaborate and listen....Ice is back with my brand new invention......Something.....grabs a hold of me tightly....Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly....Will it ever stop? Yo - I don't know...Turn off the lights...and I'll glow..."
Meanwhile, Sam is observing the gremlins, who are starting to notice Dean. Sam motions for Dean to keep going.
Dean: "I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom.....Deadly....when I play a dope melody....Anything less than the best is a felony...."
Sam: "It's working Dean..."
The gremlins all turn to look at Dean as he continues to sing.
Dean: "If there was a problem, Yo! I'll solve it......Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it.....Ice Ice Baby.....Vanilla....Ice Ice Baby...
Dean's really getting into the song at this point and the cherry jello starts to glow. Dean, caught up in his rapping doesn't even notice, but the gremlins do. At the sound of the chorus the jello really starts to glow with a bright red light that starts to spread throughout the room. Dean and Sam share a glance of "What the hell?", but Dean keeps going. Once the red glow reaches the gremlins they all shriek in terror and start heading towards any exits they can find.....windows, doorways, and ventilation shafts.
Sam: "Do the chorus one more time."
Dean rolls his eyes, but complies.
Dean: "Ice Ice Baby....Vanilla....Ice Ice Baby"
The remaining gremlins scurry away. Dean stops rapping and the red glow from the jello instantly disappears.
Dean: "Finally! I thought the nasty buggers were never gonna leave!"
He walks over to where Sam is and puts the plate of jello down on a table.
Dean: "Whoo! Okay! Sure glad that's over."
He then notices their video camera sitting on the far end of the table, by Sam....and it's on.
Dean: "Oh, don't tell me.....you didn't..."
Sam: "Huh?"
Sam looks all innocent and clueless, but there's a hint of bemusement there too.
Dean: "What is this?
Dean points towards the camera.
Sam: "Um.....well...you just said I couldn't TELL...Bobby or Ellen about this. You didn't say anything about showing it to them."
There's a second of looks between the brothers. Sam's full of barely contained glee and Dean's realization that he's just been humiliated on video. Sam snatches the camera off the table before his brother can get to it and runs out of the room, Dean in hot pursuit.
Dean: "Sam! You're going to pay for this!"
The End
Author's Notes II: I chose cherry jello because I can't stand the stuff, so naturally, Dean doesn't like it either. No jello was harmed during this fic. :P
Using "Ice Ice Baby" by Vanilla Ice was just a spur of the moment choice. I was going for an annoying song that I knew and it popped into my head. Weirdly enough, it's one of the few rap songs I actually kinda like, yet harbor a loathing for because back when it was popular it was played endlessly! I was in high school at the time and heard it...a lot! Ugh. Rap is not my favorite type of music. No offense to anyone out there who loves it.
Here are the lyrics and the mp3 of the song, for your reading & listening pleasure. :)
"Ice Ice Baby" Lyrics
Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice.mp3 -- 4mb via SendSpace
I've been trying to figure out how to post this fanfic for a little while now. Do I leave it "as is" considering it was originally typed up in an IM chat window? Or fill it out and type it out properly like more normal fic. I couldn't get "normal" to work and since this fic is quite a departure for me anyways, I went with quasi-normal. Heh. It actually reads more like a script than a narrative story. This is not my normal type of fic, so feedback on concrit would be really appreciated.
This fic came about early one morning while chatting online with
trystan830. She was suffering from yet another bout of comment loss on LJ, which we both claim is caused by gremlins. I suggested sending in the Winchester boys and this fic was born in the matter of an hour or so. I guess my muse was in a silly mood. So huge thanks to Trys for being my guinea pig, encouraging me, and suggesting I post this. Title: Sam & Dean Meet The LJ Gremlins
Author: Raloria
Words: 1,537
Rating: PG with some mild swearing by Dean
Summary: Gremlins are eating the comments in LJ. The fandom's only hope...Sam & Dean, of course, but is Dean willing to do what needs to be done to drive the gremlins out of LJ?
Author's Notes: This was was written during an IM chat session over the latest round of missing comments in LJ. I've kept it pretty much the way it was initially written, so there's not a lot of descriptions here. The reader is free to fill in any holes. :)
This was also written without a beta, so any mistakes are totally my own.
Disclaimer: Sam & Dean aren't mine, even though Dean's alter ego, Jensen, likes to hang out with my muse a lot. For evidence of this, you can read this other little fic I wrote.
Comments: I love feedback good or bad.
Further notes at the end of the fic.
Sam: "There's trouble over on Livejournal again."
Dean: "Now what?"
Sam: "Comments aren't getting through in the notifications. People are complaining about them not showing up in their email accounts. Sounds like we might have a serious problem on our hands."
Dean: "Friggin' gremlins! Better get to researching, Sammy."
Sam, being the research geek boy that he is, goes off to the library. He returns a couple of hours later with a small pile of his findings. He's even got pictures of the gremlins, which Dean looks at in disgust.
Dean: "Ugly assed things."
Sam: "They've been plaguing LJ a lot recently....and it's getting worse."
Dean: "So where are they hanging out at? How do we find them?"
Sam: "In the comments section."
Dean: "Oh...right....why didn't I think of that. So what do we use? Rock salt, silver bullets?"
Sam: "Well, it says in the lore...."
Dean: (with a quizzical look) "Lore?"
Sam: "Yeah, well, these things have been around for a while now. It says that there's one thing that may work, but it's never been proven to be effective."
Dean: "Okay...hit me"
Sam: "You're not gonna like it..."
Dean: "C'mon Sam!"
Sam: "It says you have to sing "Ice Ice Baby" while standing on one foot and holding a plate of cherry jello."
Dean: "......"
Dean: "No way, Sam"
Sam: "C'mon Dean....we gotta try it. It might be the only way these people get any relief."
Dean relents and the brothers take off in the Impala for the LJ offices in San Francisco, CA. They arrive and sneak into the building, after hours, of course and head to the comments room. Dean, meanwhile is having second thoughts and starts grumbling about going through with the case.
Dean: "Man! I so do not wanna do this! (pause) Why don't you do this one?"
Sam: "I'm not the one with the singing voice."
Dean: (suddenly self conscious) "Singing voice?....I don't....I mean...I never..."
Sam: "C'mon man....you sing in the shower all the time. I've heard you."
Dean: "That's not singing. It's old pipes moaning in the walls."
Sam: "No way man. That's you. Now c'mon. I've got the jello already made up."
Dean sighs and picks up the plate of red jello.
Dean: "Why does it have to be cherry? I hate this flavor!"
Sam: "It's the only kind that repels the gremlins."
Dean: (still grumbling) "At least if it was orange we could eat it afterwards."
Sam: "Okay, now come on. Go stand over there. Don't drop the jello."
Dean, still grumbling under his breath, goes to stand in the middle of the room.
Sam: "You need the lyrics? I've got them printed out."
Dean: "Yes I need the friggin' lyrics! I don't listen to that stupid rap crap!"
Sam: "Okay, I've got them right here."
Sam hands the sheet of paper to Dean who grabs it and then glares at Sam.
Dean: "I swear....you tell Bobby or Ellen about this and you'll be waxing the Impala for the rest of your life."
Sam just smirks at his older brother and takes up his position by the wall. He can see the gremlins, in the corner of the room, chomping on various comments. Oblivious to everything around them, they don't even realize that the brothers are in the room with them.
Dean clears his throat, loudly.
Dean: "Mee, mee, mee, mee."
Sam: "Dean, what are you doing?"
Dean: "Just warming up....you know."
Sam gives Dean a look that says, "Will you just get on with it?"
Dean: "Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby"
Sam: "Dean!"
Dean: "What?!"
Sam: "Stand on one foot!"
Dean: "Oh, yeah, yeah."
Dean lifts up his left foot.
Sam: "Start over."
Dean: "Oh man!"
After giving an exasperating look to Sam, he begins again.
Dean: "Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby....All right stop, Collaborate and....listen. Ice is back.....with my brand new inven-"
Sam: "Stop!"
Dean: "Now what?!"
Sam: "You don't have the tempo right. You're pausing at the wrong places."
Dean: "Saaaaam!
Sam: "You gotta do it right Dean, or it's not gonna work."
Dean: "You gotta be friggin' kidding me!"
Sam: "C'mon Dean...you can do this. Don't you remember this song?"
Dean: "What are you talkin' about? I don't listen to this junk!"
Sam: "Riiiiight. All the music you listen to and you've never heard this?"
Dean: "Rap sucks Sam.....there's no melody, there's no guitar riff....it's crap!
Sam: "Okay, okay. I'm sure I can find an mp3 of it online for you to listen to.."
Dean: "No! No...I'll be fine. Thanks."
Dean sighs heavily, stands on one foot and tries again.
Dean: "Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby....All right stop....Collaborate and listen.....Ice is back with my brand new invention....Something....grabs a hold of me tightly...Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly..."
Sam: "Dean!"
Dean keeps going, ignoring him. Sam yells louder.
Sam: "Dean!!!"
Dean's still ignoring him. No way is he stopping again. Sam moves away from the wall and into his brother's line of vision, trying one more time to get through.
Sam: "Dean!!!!!!"
Dean stops, slapping the paper against his leg as his foot hits the floor. He's had it. Enough is enough.
Dean: (yells) "Sam!!!!"
The younger Winchester moves a little closer to Dean.
Sam: "You really need to move like a rapper. You know...bob up and down a little. Get into the groove or something."
Sam tries to demonstrate with a few moves.
Dean: (crumpling the sheet of paper in his hand, he's gripping it so tight) "Sam....so help me..."
Sam: "Dean, listen....I'm looking over at the gremlins. They're just not buying the performance."
Dean: "What?!"
Sam: (clearly amused by the situation) "Well.....they're just sitting over there ignoring you."
Dean just stands there...fuming. Sam looks over at the gremlins, directing Dean's attention to the far corner.
Sam: "Look...they're still chewing their way through the comments. You just gotta sell it more, Dean. That's all."
Dean glares at him some more.
Sam moves back over to his spot by the wall as Dean mutters under his breath.
Dean: "Friggin' rap lovin' gremlins..."
He tilts his head, trying to loosen his tense shoulder muscles, then lifts his left foot and starts the song over. This time he tries to move a little, but it's no easy task when you're standing on one leg and holding a plate of cherry jello.
Dean: "Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby....All right stop, Collaborate and listen....Ice is back with my brand new invention......Something.....grabs a hold of me tightly....Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly....Will it ever stop? Yo - I don't know...Turn off the lights...and I'll glow..."
Meanwhile, Sam is observing the gremlins, who are starting to notice Dean. Sam motions for Dean to keep going.
Dean: "I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom.....Deadly....when I play a dope melody....Anything less than the best is a felony...."
Sam: "It's working Dean..."
The gremlins all turn to look at Dean as he continues to sing.
Dean: "If there was a problem, Yo! I'll solve it......Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it.....Ice Ice Baby.....Vanilla....Ice Ice Baby...
Dean's really getting into the song at this point and the cherry jello starts to glow. Dean, caught up in his rapping doesn't even notice, but the gremlins do. At the sound of the chorus the jello really starts to glow with a bright red light that starts to spread throughout the room. Dean and Sam share a glance of "What the hell?", but Dean keeps going. Once the red glow reaches the gremlins they all shriek in terror and start heading towards any exits they can find.....windows, doorways, and ventilation shafts.
Sam: "Do the chorus one more time."
Dean rolls his eyes, but complies.
Dean: "Ice Ice Baby....Vanilla....Ice Ice Baby"
The remaining gremlins scurry away. Dean stops rapping and the red glow from the jello instantly disappears.
Dean: "Finally! I thought the nasty buggers were never gonna leave!"
He walks over to where Sam is and puts the plate of jello down on a table.
Dean: "Whoo! Okay! Sure glad that's over."
He then notices their video camera sitting on the far end of the table, by Sam....and it's on.
Dean: "Oh, don't tell me.....you didn't..."
Sam: "Huh?"
Sam looks all innocent and clueless, but there's a hint of bemusement there too.
Dean: "What is this?
Dean points towards the camera.
Sam: "Um.....well...you just said I couldn't TELL...Bobby or Ellen about this. You didn't say anything about showing it to them."
There's a second of looks between the brothers. Sam's full of barely contained glee and Dean's realization that he's just been humiliated on video. Sam snatches the camera off the table before his brother can get to it and runs out of the room, Dean in hot pursuit.
Dean: "Sam! You're going to pay for this!"
The End
Author's Notes II: I chose cherry jello because I can't stand the stuff, so naturally, Dean doesn't like it either. No jello was harmed during this fic. :P
Using "Ice Ice Baby" by Vanilla Ice was just a spur of the moment choice. I was going for an annoying song that I knew and it popped into my head. Weirdly enough, it's one of the few rap songs I actually kinda like, yet harbor a loathing for because back when it was popular it was played endlessly! I was in high school at the time and heard it...a lot! Ugh. Rap is not my favorite type of music. No offense to anyone out there who loves it.
Here are the lyrics and the mp3 of the song, for your reading & listening pleasure. :)
"Ice Ice Baby" Lyrics
Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice.mp3 -- 4mb via SendSpace
