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Don't Touch That Dial!

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Summary: Three hundred channels and nothing is on......

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Multiple Crossings > GeneralsuperslayerFR13913,657141,78422 Jun 1123 Jun 11No

Going to Hell in a.....Flashlight

Fandom: BTVS/SPN/Reaper
Summary: Sam and his friends try to capture their latest escaped soul but hit a little snag.
Disclaimer: These fandoms are the products owned by creators Whedon, Kripke, Michele Fazekas and Tara Butters



Sam, Sock and Ben huddled together in the Prius parked across the street from a dive bar called the Blue Tail. Sam glanced at the file in his lap and reviewed the picture of the escaped soul he was assigned to capture. Sock chomped down a bag of cheesy puffs, wiping his hands on his shirt as Sam stared at the front door of the bar. Sock let out a loud belch and flashed a smug grin.

“Dude, that was like a double helping, cheesiness on the first bite, cheesy flavor on the release,” he cracked, widening his grin.

Sam rolled his eyes as the door to the bar swung open.

“Hey, there he is,” he said, anxiously shifting in his seat to unlatch the door. “Come on, let’s go.”

Sam and Ben got out of the car as Sock lagged behind. The three quickly crept across the street and began tailing the soul down the block. When the soul perched beside a car, the three stumbled into each other and tried to blend into the scenery. Sam gulped as he casually strolled toward the soul and tried to look lost. He tucked the vessel inside his jacket as he approached the soul.

“Uh, excuse me,” he said.

The soul, a young guy with blonde hair wearing a weather beaten brown leather jacket stared at Sam with scrutinizing eyes.

“I’m lost man.....” Sam lied. “Can you give me some directions?”

Sock and Ben wandered down the block, trying not to look directly at Sam or the soul. Sock turned his eyes to a busty attractive brunette who drove by in a bug. He whistled as his eyes followed the car, but his feet kept moving. He stumbled into Sam, knocking his grip loose on the vessel.

The eyes of the young guy turned dark when he saw the vessel rolling around on the sidewalk. He settled his sights on the three guys who had suddenly tensed up with anticipation.

“You got to be kidding me.”

“Afraid not,” Sam replied. “You’re going back.”

“I don’t think so.”

Sock scoffed as he puffed out his chest. “You better think so dude! We’re here to send you back to the fiery palace!”

Sam clutched the vessel as the young guy raised an eyebrow.

“With......a flashlight?”

Ben and Sock flanked Sam and exaggerated intimidating looks.

“You and you and you think you can take me?”

“Consider your ass toast,” Sock taunted.

Ben puffed out his own chest, following Sock’s actions.

“Yeah man, we can uh, do this the easy way, or uh, the hard way.”

The young guy stared at the three and chuckled before he raised his hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay, you got me,” he said. “You can send me back to hell in a damn flashlight.”

Sam, Sock and Ben exchanged looks of surprise until they regarded the soul’s dramatic shift in expressions. He stared at the three with an icy glare.

“IF you three bumbling idiots can take me out in the next five minutes,” he tempted with a taunting grin.

The young guy cracked his knuckles and rolled his neck around prepping for a fight. Sam, Sock and Ben eyed each other before Sock roared and charged toward the vessel. Sam and Ben joined in, dog piling the soul to the ground.

Buffy peeled out of the bar and swept her sights around as she strolled in the direction of the car. As she neared the car, she widened her eyes in shock when she saw three young guys trying to beat Dean down to the ground. She hardened her expression and dove toward a chunky guy and ripped him away.

Sock blindly swung at his attacker who blocked his fist. He gazed at the hot blonde girl and grinned.

“Woah, you’re strong.....and hot.....and.....hot...”

Buffy rolled her eyes as she smacked him in the face. Sock stumbled back several feet before crashing on his ass. Dean whipped Sam over the head with the flashlight as Ben jumped on his back. Sam crumbled to the ground as Dean hurled himself back and slammed Ben into a brick wall. Ben moaned and fell to the ground as Dean eyed the three before sliding across the hood of the car.

“Come on, we gotta go,” he barked lightly.

Buffy hurriedly climbed into the passenger seat as Dean gunned the engine and flew out of the alley. Buffy furrowed her brows in curiosity as she glanced behind her.

“Who were they?”

“Just some douche bags who wanted to send me back to Hell....”

Dean waved the Maglite at her.

“In this.”

Buffy blinked with mass confusion.

“What? They were out of hand baskets?”

Dean shrugged as she took the flashlight from him and examined it.

“Who the hell knows, but you did say you had a weird dream last week about a giant Mag Lite chasing me back to the underworld so, I just put things together.”

Buffy turned the flashlight in her hand before she snapped it in half. She rolled down the window and threw out the demolished parts.

“When I find that Red Horned One, I’m gonna send his ass back to hell in a.......a really annoying way.”

Dean chuckled as he pushed the car faster down the highway.
“That’s creative,” he cracked.

When he saw her mope of offense, he tugged lightly on a lock of her hair.

“And cute.”

Buffy huffed lightly as she glanced out the windshield.

“Guess we should be on the look out now for strangers waving flashlights.”

“Or just wary of strangers in general,” he reasoned.

“Yeah, I wonder what the Devil looks like, or if he took a human form, what he would like, you know wear.......I’d say he’s probably vain and wears expensive suits.”

“Great, so we can pretty much be suspicious of any hotshot in a suit and tie.”

Buffy shrugged.

“You never know. The worst kinds of people wear suits, I mean look at my history, annoying Principal, Mayor, a Priest, well that wasn’t really a suit but he was a man of the cloth....anyway, you never know.”




More in the works soon as I catch up on shows.

The End?

You have reached the end of "Don't Touch That Dial!" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 23 Jun 11.

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