DISCLAIMER: I have accomplished nothing in life, therefore: I own nothing and probably never will.

AUTHOR NOTE: takes place when Cas becomes human.

Dean and I were looking at Crowley in the basement. My brother poked him. "Wake up" he yelled.

Crowley's eyes fluttered open. " 'ello boys!" he said brittishly. Then as he looked at me he said "You're looking sexier than usual today, Moose." He kissed the air in a weird flirtatious notion.

I ignored him and slapped down a wad of police reports showing a bunch of murders in downtown New York, all in the same General area.

"All of these bodies got shot multiple times. Mind telling us what that's about, Crowley? Huh?" Dean asked the king of hell.

"And police reports claim that all their mouths are filled with (sigh) semen." I added.

"Why should I tell you anything? bloody Winchesters" Crowley said, being difficult, as always.

"Because, if you don't, a nice hot bath tub of holy water is waiting for you. So why don't you start squawking." Dean angrily said.

"Fine. I never could resist you squirrel." Crowley said, and then he looked at me. "The person you're looking for is called Venom, but I warn you. Someone is already on the case."

"Who? Garth?" Dean questioned.

"Dean, we're done here. Let's go." I said, not letting Crowley answer.

"Good bye Moose." Crowley said sing-songidly, then he kissed the air again and winked.

LATER

We were in the Impala, Dean driving, me sitting shotgun, and Cas in the back, like always. We just got to New York State. Cas was complaining about the existence of urination again. Dean and I were singing along to the song 'Carry On Wayward Son' by Kansas. Suddenly, there was some sort of man on the road, but Dean and I didn't notice because we were deep in song. Then the strange man's bright red suit caught Dean's eye and he slammed on the breaks. The three of us got out of the car to see what was wrong.

The man in the red and black suit looked somewhat familiar. He had a monocle, top hat, and a fake moustache over of his black and red mask. He put a cup of tea up to where his mouth is and made a slurping sound as the tea pours down his mask. "Hello," he said in an obviously fake British accent, "It's Pool. Dead-pool. Agent B double O B. Part of the D-I-C-K organization." Then he put the tea cup to his face again and made a slurping noise.

Jesus, this guy is more inappropriate than Dean. Wait, Deadpool… I recognize that name. I think Charlie said something about him once. I turned to Cas, who was just standing there and told him "call Charlie, ask her what she knows about Deadpool." Cas obeyed.

"Who the hell are you and why are you in the center of the road?" Dean asked.

There was a blue flash and Deadpool disappeared, but his mustache, top hat, monocle, and now broken tea cup where he was standing.

"I already told you. I'm the fabulous Deadpool. The merc with a mouth. The grown man who wears lady bug pajamas to do his job. The friendly neighborhood Spiderman. Okay, not the last one, but I'm doing him a favor." Deadpool said, dropping the accent. He was standing behind us.

We all turned around. "So you're here to help?" Dean asked.

"I think he is." I said.

"I think we should all trust Deadpool too." Deadpool said.

"Charlie has given me information on Deadpool." Cas said.

"Did he call me a God? An object of pure worship? The lord of all chimichangas?" Deadpool questioned.

"No. She said you're a low rate comic book character from Marvel." Cas said. Comic book character?

"COMIC BOOK CHARACTER?! Yeah, basically. Well, I'm a movie star too. And a fanfiction star now. HEY! MY LOVELY COMIC BOOK IS NOT LOW RATE! YOU TAKE THAT BACK!" Deadpool said, well… yelled at the end. Then he pointed a gun at Cas's head.

Dean and I whipped out our guns and pointed it at his head.

"He just became human! What are you thinking?!" Dean angrily said.

His other hand now has a gun and he points it at my brother. "I've got more guns up my butt than you've ever seen in your life."

"I wouldn't count on that, Bitch." Dean said and pointed a second gun at Deadpool. It was bigger than all the other guns.

Deadpool put his two guns away and pulled out a huge ass machine gun. "Nobody calls me bitch besides Domino, Wolverine, and maybe Spiderman (depending on how cute he is that day)." Then Deadpool pointed the gun at Dean. "Nighty night… BITCH!"

"NO!" I yell and pulled the trigger to the gun at Deadpool's head. He was not going to kill my brother!

Deadpool fell backwards. His machine gun fell next to his limp body.

We all got back in the Impala, the dead body of Deadpool was next to Cas. We started driving again.

About an hour later we started singing 'Carry On Wayward Son' again. Then Cas said, "He's not dead."

Dean chuckled. "sure" he said sarcastically, not taking his eye off the road.

"Wakey wakey! Tuesday, Pig n' poke! Haha… I wouldn't know about that. I was going to stay quiet 'til I could kill you all, BUT WE'RE SUCH GOOD FRIENDS! Can I drive?" Deadpool said.

"What the hell! No, you can't drive!" Dean said.

"Wait, what brought him back to life?" I asked.

"Awwwwwwww. I knew you loved my Sammypoo! Has anyone ever told you that you look like a moose?" Deadpool said.

"Why does everyone tell me I look like a moose!?" I asked. I could tell Dean was trying not to laugh.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING!" Deadpool yelled and pointed to the right. Everyone in the car looked to the right, to see nothing.

"There's nothing there." Cas stated.

"Yeeeeeeaah. I know. IT'S MY CAR NOW!" Deadpool said. He was sitting in the driver's seat and Dean was sitting were Deadpool use to sit.

"What the f-" Dean started to say.

"Launguage! You f# king piece of s!%t." Deadpool said. He's driving worse than a drunk person. "OOooo! A strip club!" Deadpool said. He grabbed Dean and a blue flash appeared again. Both My brother and Deadpool were gone. The Impala started to head towards a building because no one was driving. I took the wheel and pulled over Dean's precious car.