The Birth of Elopus, by Sara Jay

(this is a post for GISHWHES 2014!)

“Your trench coat-clad bottom impresses me not,” the Queen of England sniffed.

“Even when it’s so bootylicious?” Misha pouted, twerking for Her Highness.

The TARDIS in the corner of the throne room opened. Out strode Dean Winchester, fallen angel Castiel and a moose.

Dean brandished a sawed-off shotgun. “Where’s the trouble? I’ll gank ‘em.”

“You can’t gank the queen!” Misha whined, mid-twerk.

Castiel glared at his doppelganger. “We’ve come to announce the birth of our son. Your majesty, we present Destiel!”

An elephant-headed cthulhu gurgled in Cas’s arms. Dean grinned paternally while the human moose gawked at everyone with misty, emotionally-charged eyes and made moose-noises.

The queen squinted at the creature. “Very well. I dub this creature Sir Elopus. Now get out of my castle.”

Dean raised a finger. “I heard there was to be pie?”

Author: sarajschmidt

I shake you warmly by the hand, and welcome you to my bio! Currently a writer, artist, and freelance explorer, I have played many other roles. I've managed a restaurant, debated across the country, taught children in Spain, run a handful of student organizations and retreats, served as the Editor/Producer/Citizen Journalist Manager for a, sung in choir for many years, volunteered with dozens of organizations and interned with a few, home-schooled a relative, cared for many a pet, and protested a thing or two. I am also married to my dreamy gearhead high school sweetheart, and together we are unschooling with our 10-year-old tenacious and hilarious daughter. Aside from my main passions of writing, art, reading, and generally being as ambitious as possible, I love to play with my daughter, learn new things, have date nights with The Husband, and highlight anything within my reach. Drop me a line at

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