Oh, look what I found!
May. 29th, 2009 08:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
errant_janeSo, like three years ago I had a job where a) I could access the internet at work and b) I would write shit like this to amuse myself (and my friends) throughout the day. I found this sitting in the notes section of my e-mail, and I thought, what the hell? Because it still amuses me. I'm pretty sure I never posted it anywhere.
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Dean knew something had happened right away. He felt the difference as soon as he woke up, though it was hard to say what it was he noticed first. The hair, maybe. His normally short hair was now long and curly, down to his shoulders. The earing he noticed right away, too. Of course, the white billowy shirt and the boots only served to confuse him, as did the knife clenched between his teeth. In hindsight, though, the eyepatch really should have been a bigger clue.
When he looked across (with one eye, mind you) at the bed next to him, Sam was just sitting there with his hands clasped between his knees, shaking his head. "Is this some sort of kinky sex thing that I don't ever want to know about ever?" Sam finally asked. "Or should I be doing some research?"
"Arrrrrrrrrrrrr," Dean said helpfully. After he'd spit out the knife, of course.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Dean. How?"
"Yarrrr?"
"Whatever." Sam grabbed an orange out of his bag and chucked it at Dean. "You probably have scurvy."
"Arrrrr, scurvy knave!" Dean agreed.
Anyway, Dean was so distracted by the whole waking up a pirate thing that it took him awhile to notice Sam's ensemble.
"Be that buckskin yer wearin'?" Dean asked, eyeing the chaps Sam had on over his jeans. "And spurrrrrrrrs?"
"Yeah." Sam ducked his head and coughed. "I kind of woke up a cowboy. So I'm guessing it's the same curse, except that I'm not talking like a douchebag."
"A cowboy says ye?" Dean considered this, stroking his stubble. "Perhaps a cowboy with PMS says I."
"Bite me."
"WALK THE PLANK!" Dean shouted. Being a pirate was kind of cool. "Now, where be the wenches?"
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It is, of course in the grand tradition of Character wakes up gay--> Character wakes up a fairy --> Character wakes up a pirate is the next logical step, yis?
***
Dean knew something had happened right away. He felt the difference as soon as he woke up, though it was hard to say what it was he noticed first. The hair, maybe. His normally short hair was now long and curly, down to his shoulders. The earing he noticed right away, too. Of course, the white billowy shirt and the boots only served to confuse him, as did the knife clenched between his teeth. In hindsight, though, the eyepatch really should have been a bigger clue.
When he looked across (with one eye, mind you) at the bed next to him, Sam was just sitting there with his hands clasped between his knees, shaking his head. "Is this some sort of kinky sex thing that I don't ever want to know about ever?" Sam finally asked. "Or should I be doing some research?"
"Arrrrrrrrrrrrr," Dean said helpfully. After he'd spit out the knife, of course.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Dean. How?"
"Yarrrr?"
"Whatever." Sam grabbed an orange out of his bag and chucked it at Dean. "You probably have scurvy."
"Arrrrr, scurvy knave!" Dean agreed.
Anyway, Dean was so distracted by the whole waking up a pirate thing that it took him awhile to notice Sam's ensemble.
"Be that buckskin yer wearin'?" Dean asked, eyeing the chaps Sam had on over his jeans. "And spurrrrrrrrs?"
"Yeah." Sam ducked his head and coughed. "I kind of woke up a cowboy. So I'm guessing it's the same curse, except that I'm not talking like a douchebag."
"A cowboy says ye?" Dean considered this, stroking his stubble. "Perhaps a cowboy with PMS says I."
"Bite me."
"WALK THE PLANK!" Dean shouted. Being a pirate was kind of cool. "Now, where be the wenches?"
***
It is, of course in the grand tradition of Character wakes up gay--> Character wakes up a fairy --> Character wakes up a pirate is the next logical step, yis?
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Date: 2009-06-30 01:20 am (UTC)Is that Numfar doing that dance of joy in your icon? Totally awesome!!