Just a Wee Update ...
... so y'all don't think I've abandoned you, fanfictionally speaking. I'm still slaving away on the sequel to STAY that Phantomas lit in my poor, toasted, flu-fried brain. It's at about 50K words right now ... *sigh*
And Dean is killing me.
Seriously, seriously killing me.
And Sammy's not much freakin better.
I think I might have Tony shoot them both just to put me out of my misery. Cause NOT a good choice to write shit that makes you all snorty when you have the flu. SO not a good choice.
But anyways ... that's what I'm doing, other than sniffling and snorting and wheezing and choking and coughing and other such flu-related viscously unappealing flemish things.
But just because it kind of encapsulated the whole of ten-year-old Dean for me, here's one of those lines that kinda defines a fic in the writing of it:
"You’re not the boss of me," Dean said, not because he thought that was necessarily accurate, but more because he knew once you let a woman think she was the boss of you, she pretty much was.
*snerk*
And Dean is killing me.
Seriously, seriously killing me.
And Sammy's not much freakin better.
I think I might have Tony shoot them both just to put me out of my misery. Cause NOT a good choice to write shit that makes you all snorty when you have the flu. SO not a good choice.
But anyways ... that's what I'm doing, other than sniffling and snorting and wheezing and choking and coughing and other such flu-related viscously unappealing flemish things.
But just because it kind of encapsulated the whole of ten-year-old Dean for me, here's one of those lines that kinda defines a fic in the writing of it:
"You’re not the boss of me," Dean said, not because he thought that was necessarily accurate, but more because he knew once you let a woman think she was the boss of you, she pretty much was.
*snerk*