Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon. Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke
Summary: Andrew tries to capture and tell the story of Dean Winchester. He doesn’t get very far…
Spoilers: Post “Chosen” and somewhere in the middle of Supernatural
‘Once rogue demon hunters, now credited saviors of mankind.
We meet Dean and Sam Winchester, two brothers fighting together to stop the everyday evils that plague the world, or is it something more?
All most twenty-three years ago, an unknown demon killed their mother, Mary, and their father, John has not stopped looking for the killer since. He, along with his sons, is now on a quest to stop the demon from killing ever again.
Dean Winchester, the eldest brother and the self proclaimed protector of Sam, has captured the hearts of many young women, and some men, across the nation, all the while stopping supernatural creatures.’
“Stop that camera right there,” Dean shoved his finger in Andrew’s camera. “Never once have I captured the hearts of men.’”
“Well, there was that one time in Albuquerque,” Sam laughed but was quickly stopped when Dean shoved him off of his chair.
“And why are you telling our life story?” Dean lifted an eyebrow.
Andrew though annoyed at having to explain his reasons again, sighed and started from the beginning.
“I’m doing this for the others like you and Sam. There are more than just supernatural heroes in the world and if they see this masterpiece of mine, then they’ll wanna join our side and help out.”
Dean nodded, thinking over the information that Andrew had supplied him.
“I still say no,” Dean tried to usher Andrew from his room, but he held his ground.
“The future generation needs this!” He stamped his foot on the carpet.
“You might as well let him,” Sam shrugged. “He already has you on camera when you’re asleep.”
Dean’s jaw dropped. He turned to glare at Andrew who tried to look innocent.
“He was saying something about your demeanor,” Sam could barely contain himself. “And then he started describing you with some very vivid adjectives.”
Dean jumped at Andrew, attempting to steal the camera. Though Andrew wasn’t much of a fighter, he prided himself on being fast. He was lucky to avoid Dean chasing after him down the hall.
“I have to sell this to a mostly female demographic!” He yelled over his shoulder as Dean kept chasing him. “What was I supposed to say?”