Sun was beginning to peek through the shades in the dusty motel room and Sam stretched an arm out to cover his eyes. Yawning, he rolled over, grumbling into the pillow as he glanced at the digital clock. It was almost 7:30 and they had a gig in Raleigh to get to.
As his eyes adjusted to the light and his surroundings, Sam looked over at the other bed in the room. It was empty but the covers were all rumpled up.
“Dean?”
His brow furrowed. Sam turned quickly to survey the rest of the room and when he did, a big, fuzzy llama bounced onto the bed.
Screaming like a little girl, Sam rolled onto the floor, dragging the sheets down with him. He hit the night stand and somehow got caught on the phone cord, knocking the entire receiver to the ground as well.
“Sam, it's me!”
“AAHH,” he scrambled to sit up, crawling over to the other side of the room. The llama hopped off the bed and followed him.
“Sam, it's me!” it repeated. “It's your brother!”
Reaching across the floor, Sam grabbed a shoe at chucked it at the animal.
“Hey! Don't hit me!”
“What the hell is happening? Why is there a talking llama in my room?”
The llama shook out its fleece and glared at Sam who was pulling himself closer to the wall, trying to be as far away as he could.
“I don't know, man, but I'm a fucking llama. We gotta do something about it.”
Sam swallowed the dry lump in his throat and sucked in a breath. “You...you have Dean's voice.”
Rolling its eyes, the llama hit Sam's leg with its hoof. “'Cause I am Dean, dumbass.”
“But...but how?”
“I don't know! You think I can research like this? I don't even have hands!”
The corner of Sam's mouth almost turned up into a smile but he stopped himself. This was all too weird. Perhaps it was a dream? He shook his head. No. They'd had weird dreams before but this had one name stamped all over it.
“Gabriel.”
Dean-llama cocked his head to the side. “The angel? What about him?”
“I bet he did this.” Standing to his feet, Sam nodded slowly to himself. He smoothed his hands over the front of his clothes and looked down at the animal.
“That bastard,” Dean-llama huffed, blowing some fuzzy fleece out of his eyes. “Wait 'til I get a hold of him, I'm gonna –”
“Why a llama though?” Sam picked up the blankets and phone he'd knocked over before, watching Dean-llama out of the corner of his eye the whole time, still unable to process what was happening.
“Don't ask me. There is no way in hell I'm going out in public like this.”
~ Thirty Minutes Later ~
“I can't believe I'm doing this,” Dean-llama shook his head as him and Sam walked down the sidewalk in downtown Raleigh. “Nobody has llamas in North Carolina!”
“Shut up, Dean!” Sam tugged the collar he'd picked up at Pet Smart on the way. “Llamas don't talk, remember?”
He spoke in a hushed tone so the people walking by giving him strange looks and stepping far around the animal didn't get even more weirded out.
“If Gabriel's really behind this, we have to find him and find the poltergeist before it's too late. In my opinion, I think we should take care of the job first.”
Dean-llama spun his head around and spit at Sam.
“Woah!” Sam leaned back and wiped off his shirt. “Bad llama.”
“Shut up.” Dean-llama continued walking. “Just find this poltergeist and make it fast. I'm craving some alfalfa.”
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FILL: Llama Time (Team Ash/Jo)
Date: 2012-12-20 10:11 pm (UTC)Sun was beginning to peek through the shades in the dusty motel room and Sam stretched an arm out to cover his eyes. Yawning, he rolled over, grumbling into the pillow as he glanced at the digital clock. It was almost 7:30 and they had a gig in Raleigh to get to.
As his eyes adjusted to the light and his surroundings, Sam looked over at the other bed in the room. It was empty but the covers were all rumpled up.
“Dean?”
His brow furrowed. Sam turned quickly to survey the rest of the room and when he did, a big, fuzzy llama bounced onto the bed.
Screaming like a little girl, Sam rolled onto the floor, dragging the sheets down with him. He hit the night stand and somehow got caught on the phone cord, knocking the entire receiver to the ground as well.
“Sam, it's me!”
“AAHH,” he scrambled to sit up, crawling over to the other side of the room. The llama hopped off the bed and followed him.
“Sam, it's me!” it repeated. “It's your brother!”
Reaching across the floor, Sam grabbed a shoe at chucked it at the animal.
“Hey! Don't hit me!”
“What the hell is happening? Why is there a talking llama in my room?”
The llama shook out its fleece and glared at Sam who was pulling himself closer to the wall, trying to be as far away as he could.
“I don't know, man, but I'm a fucking llama. We gotta do something about it.”
Sam swallowed the dry lump in his throat and sucked in a breath. “You...you have Dean's voice.”
Rolling its eyes, the llama hit Sam's leg with its hoof. “'Cause I am Dean, dumbass.”
“But...but how?”
“I don't know! You think I can research like this? I don't even have hands!”
The corner of Sam's mouth almost turned up into a smile but he stopped himself. This was all too weird. Perhaps it was a dream? He shook his head. No. They'd had weird dreams before but this had one name stamped all over it.
“Gabriel.”
Dean-llama cocked his head to the side. “The angel? What about him?”
“I bet he did this.” Standing to his feet, Sam nodded slowly to himself. He smoothed his hands over the front of his clothes and looked down at the animal.
“That bastard,” Dean-llama huffed, blowing some fuzzy fleece out of his eyes. “Wait 'til I get a hold of him, I'm gonna –”
“Why a llama though?” Sam picked up the blankets and phone he'd knocked over before, watching Dean-llama out of the corner of his eye the whole time, still unable to process what was happening.
“Don't ask me. There is no way in hell I'm going out in public like this.”
~ Thirty Minutes Later ~
“I can't believe I'm doing this,” Dean-llama shook his head as him and Sam walked down the sidewalk in downtown Raleigh. “Nobody has llamas in North Carolina!”
“Shut up, Dean!” Sam tugged the collar he'd picked up at Pet Smart on the way. “Llamas don't talk, remember?”
He spoke in a hushed tone so the people walking by giving him strange looks and stepping far around the animal didn't get even more weirded out.
“If Gabriel's really behind this, we have to find him and find the poltergeist before it's too late. In my opinion, I think we should take care of the job first.”
Dean-llama spun his head around and spit at Sam.
“Woah!” Sam leaned back and wiped off his shirt. “Bad llama.”
“Shut up.” Dean-llama continued walking. “Just find this poltergeist and make it fast. I'm craving some alfalfa.”