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Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
' “You’re not a doctor.”
“Not yet,” Adam said, glancing over his shoulder quickly. “I still know how to check for a concussion. Just tell me if you start feeling sick, okay?”
“I could show no symptoms and drop dead in an hour,” Castiel said, feeling slightly relieved. Adam seemed fine from what he could see of him. He was talking, taking action, engaging. Castiel had expected to find him in much worse shape.
Adam rolled his eyes at him.
“If you drop dead I’ll make sure to tell Dean that you spent your last moments being excruciatingly annoying,” he muttered. '
Extract from the now finished SPN AU Bang.
' “You’re not a doctor.”
“Not yet,” Adam said, glancing over his shoulder quickly. “I still know how to check for a concussion. Just tell me if you start feeling sick, okay?”
“I could show no symptoms and drop dead in an hour,” Castiel said, feeling slightly relieved. Adam seemed fine from what he could see of him. He was talking, taking action, engaging. Castiel had expected to find him in much worse shape.
Adam rolled his eyes at him.
“If you drop dead I’ll make sure to tell Dean that you spent your last moments being excruciatingly annoying,” he muttered. '
Extract from the now finished SPN AU Bang.