Supernatural... The Musical?

[platysseus]

Well, almost.

I presume embertine parodied this all on her ownsome, so here I am pimping her genius! :D

It's to a song in West Side Story, and it really needs to be performed. LOL.

Warning: Some, uh, wincest. But in a funny way. ;)


DEAN, IMITATING KRIPKE
Hey you!

SAM
Who me, Producer Kripke?

DEAN, IMITATING KRIPKE
Yeah you, gimme one good reason for not writin' ya off the show, ya punk!

SAM
Dear kindly Eric Kripke
You gotta understand
It's just our bringin' upke
That gets us out of hand
My mother has been flambéd
My father was a drunk
Golly Moses, natcherly we're punks

DEMONS
Gee, Producer Kripke
We're very upset
We never had stability
That every child oughta get
We ain't no deliquents
We're misunderstood
Deep down inside us there is good

SAM
There is good!

DEMONS
There is good, there is good
There is untapped good
Like inside, the worst of us is good

DEAN, IMITATING KRIPKE
That's a touching good story

SAM
Lemme tell it to the world!

DEAN, IMITATING KRIPKE
Just tell it to the Man Upstairs

SAM
Dear kindly holy Yahweh,
My parents both are dead
There's freaky badass visions
A-messin' with my head
Sexcapades with demons
Are the best I've ever had
Leapin' lizards, that's why I'm so bad

RUBY IMITATING GOD
Right! Producer Kripke
You're really a square
This boy don't need a deity
He needs an analyst's care
It's just his neurosis
That oughta be curbed
He's psychologically disturbed

SAM
I'm disturbed

DEMONS
We're disturbed, we're disturbed
We're the most disturbed
Like we're psychologically disturbed

RUBY IMITATING GOD
Hear ye, hear ye. In the opinion of this Supreme Being, this child is depraved on account he ain't had a normal home.

SAM
Hey, I'm depraved on account I'm deprived!

RUBY IMITATING GOD
So take him to a headshrinker. You!

YED
Who me?

SAM
My daddy was a hunter
My mommy set on fire
My girlfriend too went up in flames
(That's why my love life's dire)
My brother gives me naughty thoughts
To which I can't confess
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a mess

YED IMITATING HEADSHRINKER
Yes, Producer Kripke
He shouldn't be here
This boy don't need a couch
He needs a usefully career
Society's played him a terrible trick
And sociologically he's sick

SAM
I am sick!

DEMONS
We are sick, we are sick
We are sick sick sick
Like we're sociologically sick

YED IMITATING HEADSHRINKER
In my opinion, this child does not need to have his head shrunk at all.
Random acts of Biblical vengeance is purely a social disease.

SAM
Hey, I got a social disease!

YED IMITATING HEADSHRINKER
So take him to a social worker

SAM
Dear kindly social worker
They tell me get a job
I thought I 'ready had one
Avoiding angry mobs
It's not I'm antisocial
But the incest's helping none
Glory Osky, now what have I done?

CASTIEL
Eek, Producer Kripke
You've done it again
This boy don't need a job
He needs a stake through the heart
It ain't just a question of misunderstood
Deep down inside he's no good

SAM
I'm no good

DEMONS
We're no good, we're no good
We're no earthly good
Like the best of us is no damn good
The trouble is he's evil
The trouble is he drinks
The trouble is the demon sex
The trouble is he stinks
The trouble is that he's possessed
The trouble is he's not
Kripke, thank goodness that he's hot
Producer Kripke
We're down on our knees

SAM
'Cause no one wants a hunter
With a social disease

DEMONS
Dear Producer Kripke
What are we to do?
Gee, Producer Kripke
Krip you!