Starstruck II: Saruman's Curse

One Wet, Hot Night (Spaghetti AU)

Sam woke up, more confused than he had ever been, and he woke up without a soul once.

All Sam could see was a slivery mesh of a vent in a perfect circle. It was like he was looking through a tube. He attempted to sit up, which was when he realized he couldn't feel his arms. In fact, he didn't have any arms at all. Sam rolled over, trying to understand his situation better. However, Sam was more confused than ever now.

He was lying in a pot of noodles. Dean, Cas, Harry, Kevin, Steve, and Kirk were all there too, and they were all noodles. Sam wasn't even sure how he knew it was his friends lying in the pot with him, but he was sure it was them.

"Dean," he said, flapping his noodle body and hitting Dean. "Wake up."

"What! Can't a guy sleep?"

"You might want to see what's going on."

Dean snapped his eyes open and looked around at their situation. "Huh," was all he could get out.

"We should probably wake everyone else up," Sam suggested.

"Yeah, probably."

The brothers jerked around in the pot, trying to wake all their friends. They succeeded, but they were still unsure of what to do.

After a few minutes of confusion, Cas spoke up. "We should probably find that portal, then."

"Yeah, alright, let me just noodle my way to the portal," said Dean.

"Well, when you put it like that..."

"MAAAAATT!" came a booming voice from outside the pot.

"What the hell is that?" Dean asked.

"WHAT?" came another voice from outside.

"DINNER!"

"WHAT ARE WE HAVING?"

"WHAT?"

"I SAID WHAT ARE WE HAVING?!"

"SPAGHETTI! I MADE IT JUST FOR YOU!"

Footsteps as loud as thunder approached the pot. The noodle pals inside yelled out, trying to grab onto anything to stop the earthquake-like effects of the footsteps and realizing they didn't actually have hands to grab onto anything.

A giant face appeared, looking down onto the noodles. The face had short, brown hair and black rimmed glasses.

"That must be Matt!" Harry said.

"Matt" looked at the noodles with a disapproving glare. "Really mom, spaghetti?"

"Mom" answered, "I made it just for you!"

"How's the sauce?"

"Light and meatless, just how you like it."

Matt nodded, then his head went out of view.

"Sauce?" Kevin asked, panicked. "We'll drown!"

"Maybe it won't be too bad?" Harry said, unsure. "I mean she did say 'light.'"

Suddenly, from above, they could see a hand holding a small pot. The hand tipped the contents of the pot, which happened to be the sauce, onto the noodles. They raised their voices in protest, but their god was a merciless one. Her hand reappeared, this time holding a wooden spoon.