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I hug everyone for the fb on the last few stories and also for the super-nice words in svmadelyn's v-day meme, both the ones for me and also for everyone else, because the whole thing just makes me glow with generalized love for fandom. ♥
I cannot stop having SPN story ideas right now. It is kind of driving me literally nuts; I keep ending up going to bed at 4am because I can't stop writing. So, I'm practicing some triage here, and I will not be writing the story where Dean gets badly hurt and needs expensive medical care and long term physical therapy to fully recover, and Sam fakes a transcript and gets a trading job on Wall Street, where he registers them as domestic partners so Dean can be on his health insurance, without telling Dean beforehand -- cue scene of Dean flailing with indignation when Sam confesses.
Sam turns out to have an uncanny ability to stock-pick so starts making ridiculous amounts of money, and they get an apartment in Battery Park City with a view and a giant california king -- they can only have one bed of course, because people might stop by and get suspicious! -- and cue scene of them shopping for the bed, in which Dean actually falls asleep in the mattress store after the magical discovery that not all beds sag in the middle or have that weird faintly musty smell, and Sam comes back from being given a tour of every expensive mattress by the store manager to find Dean flat on his back with his mouth half open, completely dead to the world, and Sam looks at the manager and says, "I guess we're taking that one."
Dean starts running on the Esplanade to build up his strength back again, and there are people from the ASPCA with a booth there one day, and he gets saddled with a kitten -- it's totally not his fault, there was a cute girl standing in the middle of the walkway just lying in WAIT, and she dragged him over and put this tiny kitten into his hands and it licked his fingers, and it had this fuzzy matted hair that (he will never confess this) kind of reminded him of Sam as a baby.
So now they have an apartment and a bed and a cat and a really cool flat-screen TV that Dean bought. When Sam comes home at night, they lie on the bed together and watch cable and order good takeout, and one day Sam says quietly, "this is nice," and Dean gets all tense and says that it's okay if Sam wants to stay behind when he goes back to hunting, and Sam says "no, you idiot, I meant this, us together," and Dean says, "oh." After a minute he edges over to push his shoulder up against Sam's, where before this there have been carefully demarcated halves of the one bed (because Dean has still not forgiven Sam for officially turning him into his wife, goddammit), and they end up snuggling together drowsily and falling asleep with the kitten curled up on the pillow on top of their heads, and neither one of them is ever ever ever going to admit this either, but secretly it makes them both feel really safe and happy, and they keep doing it even though they feel vaguely weird.
Sam makes Dean come with him to the company New Year's Eve party and several drunk and attractive women tell Dean they would totally have sex with him if he wasn't gay, and Sam watches Dean's agony and smirks a lot and puts his hands all over Dean and calls him honey, and Dean glares at him. Then somebody is drunkenly and loudly supportive and encourages them to kiss at midnight, and several other drunk people endorse this plan. Sam's all, "uhh" and Dean's all, "serves you right," and grabs Sam and kisses him a lot with tongue, which turns out to not horrify Sam as much as Dean expected it to, and then they end up staggering down a hallway to a coat closet, where they mess up their tuxedoes groping each other frantically, and then they go home and lock the cat out in the living room, where it complains loudly while they have sex in the giant bed.
They finally get Sam's extremely large xmas bonus check, cash it, sell the TV -- Dean suffers deep mourning pangs over it when the guy from craigslist comes to pick it up -- and pack up and go back on the road, kitten sleeping in the back window of the Impala, and one day not long after they're driving through Wyoming and hunting a pack of vampires or something, and they get snowed into an abandoned old log cabin in the Rockies for a couple of days, just off I-80 and on a stream, a nice quiet out-of-the-way place, with an abandoned mine entrance right nearby big enough to fit the Impala in that's practically a garage.
When the snow melts and they leave, they notice that there's an old dirty FOR SALE sign on the access road, and Sam calls the number from the passenger seat, and a few months later they buy it outright for cash. They aren't there a lot of the time, but if they need to rest or hide out or heal up, they go back and bit by bit fix it up, and pretty soon Dean starts driving back there automatically after a hunt is over, and they stay until they find their next case, and without even quite realizing it, they have a home.
The End.
What is really sad is that the reason I am not writing this is solely that there is too much overlap with elements I am already using in one of the, uh, three stories currently in progress. (And by the way, if anyone else would like to write this story or even just random bits or scenes of it, that would, um, be cool. Fly free, little story! fly!)
Also, thoughts on the latest episode of Supernatural, with high-res picspam (no, this was not at all written as an excuse to go frame-by-framing through the episode):
To get it out of the way, what I didn't love, sadly, was the structure, and in particular Bobby's role. I love Bobby and it was cute to see the boys squabbling the way they couldn't have without a referee, but I don't want the boys to have a father figure step in at this point, particularly not to solve a mystery for them. I'd have way preferred it if they'd had the boys figuring out for themselves that they were being suckered, and I felt the whole structure of the episode was somehow off -- the reveal came too easily, or too early, or something, and the comedy didn't quite build properly as a result.
On the other hand, the slow-dancing alien, and all the character stuff was such gold that I basically forgive them everything else. I adore that the episode opens one hour after they were just wrestling furiously on the bed -- commentary pauses here for a moment to rewatch that bit -- and they're clearly massively annoyed at each other, and yet they're still there together, Sam's doing research and Dean's on the bed reading (on Sam's bed!), and right after that Dean gives his "married couples can get divorced" speech and Sam insists that they've just been on the road together too long, everything's really fine, and I think there's clearly been some pissed-off grumpy sex in that hour where they both got off but totally did NOT make up, and if anyone has written some already, please point me at it, cough.
Other favorite bits, illustrated:
- Sam's sad face which has been posted a million times but remains too perfect for words.
- Dean checking out Sam's ass (okay, that's not what is actually happening here, but context is for the weak).
- In Sam's version of the opening bar scene, Dean makes a huge point of telling him that the girl has a sister. Which I am confident absolutely happened, or at least happens on a regular basis, and how much do I love that Dean is apparently angling for a double-header with Sam?
- Dean thinking he is James Bond. *loves on dean*
- The way they were cracking up in the chipmunking part. If you watch the shot of the trickster's face just before Dean goes, "What'd'you mean?" with his mouth full, you can hear someone snorting with laughter, and then they are just barely keeping it together in that next shot.
- When they come home, Dean hands Sam a beer! automatically!
- The little welcome-home head toss Sam makes when Dean comes into the room, even though it is after his laptop has gone missing and he is already mad at Dean.
- Sam sprawled in the chair with the beer between his legs and the HAND PORN on the table.
- Dean's face when he says feebly, "I'm going to have to pass" to the sexy trickster girls: so PAINED.
- Cartoon violence.
Do I get to consider my story Kripke'd because there was a lava lamp and a silly mixed shot? ♥
And to finish on an appropriate note, drink recipes:
Purple Nurple
1 oz coconut rum
1 oz triple sec
1/2 oz Blue Curacao liqueur
2 oz cranberry juice
Combine all ingredients in a cocktail shaker with ice. Shake and strain into an old-fashioned glass, and serve.
and the one from my story:
Buttery Nipple (aka Cocksucking Cowboy)
2/3 oz Butterscotch Schnapps
1/3 oz Irish Cream
Pour the butterscotch schnapps into the shot glass. Carefully add the Bailey's, letting it float on top, and serve.
I cannot stop having SPN story ideas right now. It is kind of driving me literally nuts; I keep ending up going to bed at 4am because I can't stop writing. So, I'm practicing some triage here, and I will not be writing the story where Dean gets badly hurt and needs expensive medical care and long term physical therapy to fully recover, and Sam fakes a transcript and gets a trading job on Wall Street, where he registers them as domestic partners so Dean can be on his health insurance, without telling Dean beforehand -- cue scene of Dean flailing with indignation when Sam confesses.
Sam turns out to have an uncanny ability to stock-pick so starts making ridiculous amounts of money, and they get an apartment in Battery Park City with a view and a giant california king -- they can only have one bed of course, because people might stop by and get suspicious! -- and cue scene of them shopping for the bed, in which Dean actually falls asleep in the mattress store after the magical discovery that not all beds sag in the middle or have that weird faintly musty smell, and Sam comes back from being given a tour of every expensive mattress by the store manager to find Dean flat on his back with his mouth half open, completely dead to the world, and Sam looks at the manager and says, "I guess we're taking that one."
Dean starts running on the Esplanade to build up his strength back again, and there are people from the ASPCA with a booth there one day, and he gets saddled with a kitten -- it's totally not his fault, there was a cute girl standing in the middle of the walkway just lying in WAIT, and she dragged him over and put this tiny kitten into his hands and it licked his fingers, and it had this fuzzy matted hair that (he will never confess this) kind of reminded him of Sam as a baby.
So now they have an apartment and a bed and a cat and a really cool flat-screen TV that Dean bought. When Sam comes home at night, they lie on the bed together and watch cable and order good takeout, and one day Sam says quietly, "this is nice," and Dean gets all tense and says that it's okay if Sam wants to stay behind when he goes back to hunting, and Sam says "no, you idiot, I meant this, us together," and Dean says, "oh." After a minute he edges over to push his shoulder up against Sam's, where before this there have been carefully demarcated halves of the one bed (because Dean has still not forgiven Sam for officially turning him into his wife, goddammit), and they end up snuggling together drowsily and falling asleep with the kitten curled up on the pillow on top of their heads, and neither one of them is ever ever ever going to admit this either, but secretly it makes them both feel really safe and happy, and they keep doing it even though they feel vaguely weird.
Sam makes Dean come with him to the company New Year's Eve party and several drunk and attractive women tell Dean they would totally have sex with him if he wasn't gay, and Sam watches Dean's agony and smirks a lot and puts his hands all over Dean and calls him honey, and Dean glares at him. Then somebody is drunkenly and loudly supportive and encourages them to kiss at midnight, and several other drunk people endorse this plan. Sam's all, "uhh" and Dean's all, "serves you right," and grabs Sam and kisses him a lot with tongue, which turns out to not horrify Sam as much as Dean expected it to, and then they end up staggering down a hallway to a coat closet, where they mess up their tuxedoes groping each other frantically, and then they go home and lock the cat out in the living room, where it complains loudly while they have sex in the giant bed.
They finally get Sam's extremely large xmas bonus check, cash it, sell the TV -- Dean suffers deep mourning pangs over it when the guy from craigslist comes to pick it up -- and pack up and go back on the road, kitten sleeping in the back window of the Impala, and one day not long after they're driving through Wyoming and hunting a pack of vampires or something, and they get snowed into an abandoned old log cabin in the Rockies for a couple of days, just off I-80 and on a stream, a nice quiet out-of-the-way place, with an abandoned mine entrance right nearby big enough to fit the Impala in that's practically a garage.
When the snow melts and they leave, they notice that there's an old dirty FOR SALE sign on the access road, and Sam calls the number from the passenger seat, and a few months later they buy it outright for cash. They aren't there a lot of the time, but if they need to rest or hide out or heal up, they go back and bit by bit fix it up, and pretty soon Dean starts driving back there automatically after a hunt is over, and they stay until they find their next case, and without even quite realizing it, they have a home.
The End.
What is really sad is that the reason I am not writing this is solely that there is too much overlap with elements I am already using in one of the, uh, three stories currently in progress. (And by the way, if anyone else would like to write this story or even just random bits or scenes of it, that would, um, be cool. Fly free, little story! fly!)
Also, thoughts on the latest episode of Supernatural, with high-res picspam (no, this was not at all written as an excuse to go frame-by-framing through the episode):
To get it out of the way, what I didn't love, sadly, was the structure, and in particular Bobby's role. I love Bobby and it was cute to see the boys squabbling the way they couldn't have without a referee, but I don't want the boys to have a father figure step in at this point, particularly not to solve a mystery for them. I'd have way preferred it if they'd had the boys figuring out for themselves that they were being suckered, and I felt the whole structure of the episode was somehow off -- the reveal came too easily, or too early, or something, and the comedy didn't quite build properly as a result.
On the other hand, the slow-dancing alien, and all the character stuff was such gold that I basically forgive them everything else. I adore that the episode opens one hour after they were just wrestling furiously on the bed -- commentary pauses here for a moment to rewatch that bit -- and they're clearly massively annoyed at each other, and yet they're still there together, Sam's doing research and Dean's on the bed reading (on Sam's bed!), and right after that Dean gives his "married couples can get divorced" speech and Sam insists that they've just been on the road together too long, everything's really fine, and I think there's clearly been some pissed-off grumpy sex in that hour where they both got off but totally did NOT make up, and if anyone has written some already, please point me at it, cough.
Other favorite bits, illustrated:
- Sam's sad face which has been posted a million times but remains too perfect for words.
- Dean checking out Sam's ass (okay, that's not what is actually happening here, but context is for the weak).
- In Sam's version of the opening bar scene, Dean makes a huge point of telling him that the girl has a sister. Which I am confident absolutely happened, or at least happens on a regular basis, and how much do I love that Dean is apparently angling for a double-header with Sam?
- Dean thinking he is James Bond. *loves on dean*
- The way they were cracking up in the chipmunking part. If you watch the shot of the trickster's face just before Dean goes, "What'd'you mean?" with his mouth full, you can hear someone snorting with laughter, and then they are just barely keeping it together in that next shot.
- When they come home, Dean hands Sam a beer! automatically!
- The little welcome-home head toss Sam makes when Dean comes into the room, even though it is after his laptop has gone missing and he is already mad at Dean.
- Sam sprawled in the chair with the beer between his legs and the HAND PORN on the table.
- Dean's face when he says feebly, "I'm going to have to pass" to the sexy trickster girls: so PAINED.
- Cartoon violence.
Do I get to consider my story Kripke'd because there was a lava lamp and a silly mixed shot? ♥
And to finish on an appropriate note, drink recipes:
Purple Nurple
1 oz coconut rum
1 oz triple sec
1/2 oz Blue Curacao liqueur
2 oz cranberry juice
Combine all ingredients in a cocktail shaker with ice. Shake and strain into an old-fashioned glass, and serve.
and the one from my story:
Buttery Nipple (aka Cocksucking Cowboy)
2/3 oz Butterscotch Schnapps
1/3 oz Irish Cream
Pour the butterscotch schnapps into the shot glass. Carefully add the Bailey's, letting it float on top, and serve.