The Host with the Most

"Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen, and welcome to 'Deadlines' the show that puts the DEAD in deadline!"

"I'm Dickie McTricky your host for this evening, and without further ado, let's meet tonight's contestant … Sam Winchester; give him a warm welcome everybody!

Applause ...

"Where you from Sam?"

"Where's my brother, asshole?"

"Oh, I don't know that place," turns to camera; "is it near Massachusetts?"

Canned laughter ...

"Okay, I can see you're keen to get the ball rolling, so here's some footage we filmed earlier."

Drum roll ...

Both turn to the screen and camera homes in as Sam's jaw drops in horror …

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Screen shows a struggling and angry Dean, strapped tightly, face up on a stone slab in a dungeon; a huge curved blade slowly swinging side-to-side high above his midriff.

"Okay Sam; here's your deadline; you've got three hours to find and rescue your brother before my descending pendulum descends far enough to turn him into your half-brother."

More canned laughter ...

Sam's fists clench in fury as he glares at Dickie McTricky.

"Sam, we've got a deadline here. There's no time for standing around gawking at me; you can get my autograph after the show. "

"C'mon Sam," loaded pause … "chop-chop!"

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"Hello, I'm Dickie McTricky, and we've got a first here on 'Deadlines'!"

"I gotta say, throwing the Veritas truth curse at me was really thinking outside the box there, Sam."

Camera pans back to reveal Dickie McTricky stretched out on the slab beneath swinging blade; Winchesters standing beside him, smiling in wicked satisfaction.

"Well, we don't do half-measures," Dean snorts.

Canned laughter ...

"I guess we're a cut above your other contestants," Sam adds.

More canned laughter ...

"Well, you've been great contestants guys; but you can untie me now."

WHOOSH ...

"Uh, guys that damn pendulum's getting really close!"

WHOOSH ...

"Guys?"

WHOOSH ...

"GUYS!"

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