Bunny Trouble:The Real Deal. (Ficlet. Sam/Dean. Gen.)
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Okay, I know - I haven't been here forever. I haven't written a word for months and can't keep concentration to read for long either.
I've had to put all my energies into getting better, I've changed meds more times than I've had hot dinners and I've started a course of talking therapy that will last for several more months. On the plus side I can actually get out of bed and do normal stuff like hoovering some days - I've even been known to go to the shops on my own in the last few weeks (shocking I know). On the other hand I am emotionally drained every single day and it's drained my creativity too.
Why do I feel the need to explain all of a sudden? Well - this is it - the sum total of any writing for the last few months and it is only 5 minutes of madness brought about by Raggles-the-rabbit at Borders pet rescue. I was gonna ask for fic from others, or add it to the Easter bunny drabble I wrote, but words sort of happened when I posted it on Tumblr... because this is so definitely S7 Sam right?
Right now any words feel good, however cliche, short, or generally silly they are. This sort of follows on from Bunny Trouble but it's totally readable without that. So here they are:-
"What the hell, Sammy?! I knew it! I told you! Eating all that rabbit food was just wrong! I mean, there was a hog roast at that fayre, man."
*twitch*
Dean chuckles. “Hey, you couldn’t even lose the sideburns. Ha! Oh, brother they have to go!”
*Thump, hop, crash*
Dean nosedives to the floor as Sam flees under the bed.
"Sam, Sam-my, Sam,Sam, Sammy… "
Dean proffers lettuce.
*Twitch, nibble, hop* onto Dean’s lap.
"Oomph! Holy shit, you couldn’t be a normal size rabbit could you?"
*snuggle*
Dean strokes Sam. His fur really is very soft, and this witch case has been very tiring.
*snuggle*
*snore*
*magical poof*
*snore, snuggle, stroke*
"Um, Dean? What the hell? Not enough room in this bed… and let go of my hair dude…"
{On a serious note, Raggles is a giant lionhead rabbit with a sweet personality, who was abandoned in woodland by his owner because his fur was matted. His resultant sores were terrible. He’s been shaved and treated and is now looking for a forever home in the Scottish Borders with a neutered female rabbit - see link if you’re interested.}
Okay, I know - I haven't been here forever. I haven't written a word for months and can't keep concentration to read for long either.
I've had to put all my energies into getting better, I've changed meds more times than I've had hot dinners and I've started a course of talking therapy that will last for several more months. On the plus side I can actually get out of bed and do normal stuff like hoovering some days - I've even been known to go to the shops on my own in the last few weeks (shocking I know). On the other hand I am emotionally drained every single day and it's drained my creativity too.
Why do I feel the need to explain all of a sudden? Well - this is it - the sum total of any writing for the last few months and it is only 5 minutes of madness brought about by Raggles-the-rabbit at Borders pet rescue. I was gonna ask for fic from others, or add it to the Easter bunny drabble I wrote, but words sort of happened when I posted it on Tumblr... because this is so definitely S7 Sam right?
Right now any words feel good, however cliche, short, or generally silly they are. This sort of follows on from Bunny Trouble but it's totally readable without that. So here they are:-
"What the hell, Sammy?! I knew it! I told you! Eating all that rabbit food was just wrong! I mean, there was a hog roast at that fayre, man."
*twitch*
Dean chuckles. “Hey, you couldn’t even lose the sideburns. Ha! Oh, brother they have to go!”
*Thump, hop, crash*
Dean nosedives to the floor as Sam flees under the bed.
"Sam, Sam-my, Sam,Sam, Sammy… "
Dean proffers lettuce.
*Twitch, nibble, hop* onto Dean’s lap.
"Oomph! Holy shit, you couldn’t be a normal size rabbit could you?"
*snuggle*
Dean strokes Sam. His fur really is very soft, and this witch case has been very tiring.
*snuggle*
*snore*
*magical poof*
*snore, snuggle, stroke*
"Um, Dean? What the hell? Not enough room in this bed… and let go of my hair dude…"
{On a serious note, Raggles is a giant lionhead rabbit with a sweet personality, who was abandoned in woodland by his owner because his fur was matted. His resultant sores were terrible. He’s been shaved and treated and is now looking for a forever home in the Scottish Borders with a neutered female rabbit - see link if you’re interested.}