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Title: Mr. Sparkles
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: Kat
Rating: G
Character(s): Sam & Dean
Genre: Humor
Warnings: None
Words: 180
Claim: Simpson Buffet Table
Written for the prompt(s):![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_bigpretzel DEW: “Put Sam and Dean into a TV show/movie/advert of your choice” & Simpson Buffet Table: “For lucky best wash use Mr. Sparkle. He banishes dirt to the land of wind and ghosts!”
Summary: The boys find themselves in a detergent commercial.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Sam had his best fake smile plastered on as he looked towards the camera and held up the heavily soiled flannel shirt. “Blood stains got you down? Graveyard dirt caked into your favorite jeans? Worried you'll never be free of those pesky hamburger grease stains? Fear not! Our Holy Salt Iron Wash banishes all of your worse stains!” He dunked each stained article of clothing in bowls filled with sudsy liquid and sloshed them around until they pulled up cleans. “Blood stains, gone! Rust, vanquished! Bacon grease, audi nos!”
There was a long pause. Sam looked around. “Dean!” he hissed. There was no response. “Dean!” he yelled.
Slowly into view, Dean walked, dressed in a fursuit that looked suspiciously like the Snuggles bear with an open face in the costume. A black nose had been painted on his face. “Rawr. Our Holy Salt Iron Wash will scare those stains right out to hell and leave them huggably soft,” he deadpanned. Dean sighed and glared, hard, before he continued, “just like me.”
“Was that so hard?”
“Shut up, Sam.”
Comments I received atspn_bigpretzel:
"Awe... Poor Dean! If it's any comfort, I bet he's snuggly soft! :D"
"Hee! Grumpy snuggle bear Dean. 8-)"
"XD You make Sam be the mascot next time, Dean."
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: Kat
Rating: G
Character(s): Sam & Dean
Genre: Humor
Warnings: None
Words: 180
Claim: Simpson Buffet Table
Written for the prompt(s):
spn_bigpretzel DEW: “Put Sam and Dean into a TV show/movie/advert of your choice” & Simpson Buffet Table: “For lucky best wash use Mr. Sparkle. He banishes dirt to the land of wind and ghosts!” Summary: The boys find themselves in a detergent commercial.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Sam had his best fake smile plastered on as he looked towards the camera and held up the heavily soiled flannel shirt. “Blood stains got you down? Graveyard dirt caked into your favorite jeans? Worried you'll never be free of those pesky hamburger grease stains? Fear not! Our Holy Salt Iron Wash banishes all of your worse stains!” He dunked each stained article of clothing in bowls filled with sudsy liquid and sloshed them around until they pulled up cleans. “Blood stains, gone! Rust, vanquished! Bacon grease, audi nos!”
There was a long pause. Sam looked around. “Dean!” he hissed. There was no response. “Dean!” he yelled.
Slowly into view, Dean walked, dressed in a fursuit that looked suspiciously like the Snuggles bear with an open face in the costume. A black nose had been painted on his face. “Rawr. Our Holy Salt Iron Wash will scare those stains right out to hell and leave them huggably soft,” he deadpanned. Dean sighed and glared, hard, before he continued, “just like me.”
“Was that so hard?”
“Shut up, Sam.”
Comments I received at
spn_bigpretzel:"Awe... Poor Dean! If it's any comfort, I bet he's snuggly soft! :D"
"Hee! Grumpy snuggle bear Dean. 8-)"
"XD You make Sam be the mascot next time, Dean."
