Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

' "How long have you been there, Cas?" he asked angrily. "Don't you know it's rude to stare?"

Castiel shook his head, drifting a little closer and Dean remembered that he was supposed to be sweet talking Castiel, trying to get the ( Read more... )

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

' “Why did I have to bring the angel here?” he asked. “Why haven’t we killed him?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but when we kill him, he comes back,” Dick said mildly. He really didn’t enjoy being questioned.

“But why is he ( Read more... )

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

' “Why are you a dog?” he asked bluntly.

Gabriel looked as ashamed as a dog could look. “Something went wrong.”

“You were trying to fall?” Castiel guessed.

“Well, I didn’t want to stay in Haven,” Gabriel turned around; tail tucked ( Read more... )

I know I've missed last week. I wasn't really feeling very apropriate last week with everything that happened but I'm better this week so on to Sunday Six Sentences.

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

' “How was dad?” Adam asked, leaning in the doorway and Dean ( Read more... )

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

'“Damn it, Dean, I thought we’d been through this already,” John threw his hands up in the air then turned away from Dean.

“Dad….”

“No, you went through this phase as a teenager but that’s all it was. A phase!”

Dean ( Read more... )

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

I've missed a few of these. Sorry! I hope a sneaky peek at a White Collar/SPN AU will make it up to you. In which Dean is a charming con-man and Castiel is the FBI agent he has wrapped around his little finger.

'On the 4th of August ( Read more... )

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

' “I know this is hard to understand. It’s been my life every day since I was four and it’s still hard for me to understand,” he said slowly. “When I was a boy my mother died. She was burned up by some creature, a demon. My father ( Read more... )

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

' A dance is supposed to be fun.

On the surface it is fun. There is liquor flowing freely, girls with scarlet lips wearing their best stockings, attractive men in uniform and jazz music. People are dancing energetically, wide bright ( Read more... )

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

' “My, Cassie, you’re such a good little maid,” Balthazar whispered in his ear, his breath hot and smelling slightly of the tea he had just drunk.

“Stop it,” Castiel said, but he could hear how futile his resistance sounded, a token ( Read more... )

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,” ( Read more... )