Supernatural Round Robin Fanfiction Game

[7kstar]

Okay, I thought this might be fun and anyone can play.  I think keep this spoiler free zone, so that anyone can play.

 

The objective you can only use one post to tell your part of the story.  The next person picks up where you left off and moves it along.  It can be dramatic, humorous, dark, light or anything you want to be.  Try to keep the characters true to the spin verse.  Trying to keep it light on rules.

 

You can write a few sentences or you can add up to 750 words?   Not really worried about how much you write as long as it is only one post.  Then someone else should pick up the story and run with it.

 

Hopefully, that is easy to understand and my next post starts the game.    Hoping that others will join in.  You don't have to worry about finishing it because someone else adds to it, so your imagination is your only limit.  Also a great way to explore your creative side without taking lots of risks.  :) 

 

Wanna play????

 

ETA:  Just realized it didn't let me do it as two post.

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Edited June 18, 2015 by 7kstar

[7kstar]

“You need a vacation.”

 

“I need a vacation?”

 

“Ok, I’ll concede we need a vacation.”  Sam continued to search the web.

 

“Dude, we don’t have any money.   Hello, broken arm, pool is out of the question.  So princess, just how do you suggest we support this grand vacation.  I had to use the last bit of our cash reserves to pay for the motel to keep us from being kicked out on the streets.  Our credit cards are maxed out.”

 

“Dean, look what I found online, 25 free things to do around Boston, we can pick a few things we both want to see, bet you would enjoy the Harpoon Brewery.”

 

“Genius just how are we going to get there?”

 

“Simple we take the free bus.  Group going this afternoon.  Of course it is a bunch of old farts but they said they would be willing to take pity on you and included you just this once, I think one of the granny’s is smitten by you for a change and has declared us her grandsons.  Family can go free if they are assisting the members.”

 

“So how on earth will this be a vacation?   Sorry Sammy but I’m not feeling so good, I think I need a nap.”  Part of him not eager to babysit  a bunch of old folks and really trying to cover up how lousy he felt.

 

“Okay fine, I’ll let Linda know.  I’m sure she would rather keep you company than go.”

 

“Your no fun, you know that.  But if I don’t at least get a beer out of this, you’re paying…”

 

“Lie down, before you fall down.”

 

“I’m fine.”

 

“Sure you are.”  Ignoring his brother’s glare, he fluff the pillow and got his brother settled on the bed.  Told you too soon to get up.”

 

“Darn, I guess I won’t be able to go on that trip.  Tell Ms. Linda…” he yawned.

 

“Sam covered up his brother, making sure he was comfortable.  Then he made a phone call outside.”

 

“Ms. Linda, I’d like to take you up on that offer.  You sure it isn’t a problem?  Dean’s a little ornery when he’s hurt.  Yes, I think in two weeks he’ll feel up to being your personal tour guide.  Thanks ma’am.  I already know how I’m spending the extra money, Dean’s baby needs a few repairs and with what you’re paying us, we can get the car fixed.”

Edited June 18, 2015 by 7kstar

[7kstar]

Okay I guess this was a bad idea.  Feel free to ignore.

[lmdreamer]

This was not a bad idea, 7kstar.  I want to participate in something like this, I just haven't thought up anything for it yet!

[Omegamom]

No no no, 7kstar! Good idea, but it does take a while to come up with things!

[catrox14]

NO 7kstar. This is a wonderful idea. I just haven't been able to come up with anything! So please, don't stop the game!

[Omegamom]

Two weeks later, Sam and Dean stood outside a door in the XV Beacon Hotel. They were dressed in their FBI best, looking neat and crisp. Dean tugged at the throat of his shirt, trying to loosen the tie without making it look sloppy. Damn! He always felt slightly ridiculous in this getup, anyway, and what Sam had wrangled him into doing--!

"Dude!" He hissed at Sam. "I feel like a God-damned gigolo!"

Sam laughed softly. "Escorts, Dean. We're escorts. Ms. Linda sounds like an interesting lady, and she just wants some nice young men to ferry her around the city."

"Yeah, right," Dean muttered. "Probably some stuck up old biddy with blue hair and an attitude, wanting to feel us up. Not worth it, man, I'm telling ya!"

"Give it a chance. At the best, we have a grand time sightseeing, on someone else's dime. And if she's awful, it's only a week, and we get good money. Win-win, right?"

"Riiiight."

"How's your arm?" Sam turned his brother to face him, settled his tie, and re-adjusted the sling. Dean fended him off impatiently.

"Stop fussing over me! I'm fine, dammit!"

"Okay, then...here we go." Sam raised his hand and knocked on the door.

A few moments later, the door opened. A tall, slender, late-70s, early'80s woman dressed in leggings and a vivid green, gold, and deep blue African print tunic stood in the doorway. She had flaming short red hair, chunky artistic earrings, bright red lipstick, and henna tattoos on her hands.

"You must be Sam and Dean!" she chirped brightly. "My! What pretty young things you are!"

"Told ya so," Dean muttered softly to his brother. "Ma'am, I am thirty-five years old, hardly a 'young thing'," he growled at Ms. Linda.

She smiled, and patted his cheek with a dry, cool hand. Her fingernail polish was gold and green. "Sweetie, when you're almost ninety, anyone under sixty is a 'young thing'. Come on in, boys!" She swept them into the room with a welcoming gesture. Sam followed her, giving Dean a "what the hell" shrug.

"Sit down! Tea? Beer? Wine? Pot?" She led them into the front room of the suite, gesturing them to the seating area. Two of the chairs were festooned with bright fabric swatches, there were sketches and drawings scattered over the coffee table, and...yes, that was a bong Dean saw on the floor beside the coffee table.

"Pot?!?" Dean mouthed to Sam. Sam shrugged again.

"Uh, thanks, Ms. Linda; I think we'll do with a beer, thanks," Sam replied as they sat down. She turned to look at him with a slightly disapproving look.

"Just beer?" She sighed. "You young people are so uptight these days. Now, in my days at the Art Institute, we were a bit more adventurous." She cleared the fabric from one of the chairs, quickly straightened up the piles of artwork, and bustled into the kitchenette to grab some beer.

Shock Top Amber Ale. Dean popped the cap and took a drink, sighing deeply. He lifted it in salute, and said, "Thank you, ma'am."

"Tcha! Don't call me 'ma'am'. Linda will do nicely. Now, tell me what you two boys are doing, hooking up to drag an old lady like me around the city? Don't you have better things to do with your time? Like, nice young girls to hang around with?" She peered at them with interested bright green eyes.

"Well..." Sam began.

Dean put the beer bottle down on the coffee table with a thump. "Sam here thinks we need a vacation, but we don't have enough money. We've been working pretty hard lately. So, he checked around, came up with you. So why aren't you having your grandkids take you around?" Or great-grandkids, he thought to himself.

Ms. Linda beamed at him. "Oh, darling boy. My partner Gertrude and I never had children, more's the pity. It just wasn't done in the day. Now, if we had met up as young women these days, it would be a different story. So here I am, almost ninety, all alone. Gertie died five years ago. She would have loved Boston..." She sighed softly and stared into the distance for a moment. Then she shook her head. "Well! We had Africa and Italy and China, and LA and San Francisco and New York City, and many grand times. But we never made it to Boston. So here I am, and I need someone to schlep my sketchbook and paints to all the old Colonial sites, and hold my arm when I'm climbing stairs, and just be entertaining. That's where you two come in."

Dean smiled at her, charmed. He picked up the beer bottle, and saluted her again. "We're your beasts of burden for the next week, Ms. Linda!"

Sam smiled, too. He had thought Dean would be intrigued by Ms. Linda.