I'll see your WIP and raise it a 'verse...

[elanurel]

Stolen from pretty much everyone...

Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence.

1. Deane had tried to cajole his younger brother into being more forthcoming in regards to the topics of discussion - but Samuel set his mouth stubbornly, looking into the mirror, doing something to his bangs that looked suspiciously like fluffing, and waited while Deane pulled on his boots.
   
   
2. Deane’s distress was easily remedied through the timely intervention of whisky coupled with the attentions of a remarkably well-endowed barmaid.
   
   
3. Brave little boys, Father had told him, do not cry.
   
   
4. Haley shifted in her chair, close enough not to care that Dean Winchester was looking right down her shirt as his smile shifted into a full-blown leer - and it got harder to ignore his asinine pickup lines every time Dean passed her another shot of whiskey.
   
   
5. Since the moral of any Winchester story was don’t screw up on a hunt or you’ll be doing crap jobs for the rest of the year, he was sneaking around a goddamn cemetery with a freaking crowbar instead of helping Dad track down the idiot murdering farm kids with Blood Eagles.
   
   
6. There were chicks sitting up near the stage with big hair, wearing what Dean hoped were homemade Wylde Hunterz t-shirts because no band that bad should have enough money to actually buy promotional merchandise.
   
   
7. “You and your brother don’t have a place to hang your boots, do you?”
   
   
8. She’s the kind of girl who wouldn’t notice Sam Winchester if he were sitting next to her in a lecture hall, with her glossy black hair and knee-high red leather boots and a smile that makes the willowy girls crowded around her table look like pale flowers when her cheeks flush.
   
   
9. Her kiss tasted like warm raspberry iced tea and cigarettes.
   
   
10. No one would ever accuse Bobby Singer of motherly tendencies.
    
    
11. There was nothing to do but tangle her fingers tight into his hair when that mouth of his left little glimmers of flushed skin wherever it touched, pulling his head back and bringing her lips down to his.
    
    
12. It's not right that the first thing he sees on the back of his eyelids is a pair of hips swaying underneath Missy Guthrie's red cotton dress.
    
    
13. Maybe Dean was right and he was the king of the freaks.
    
    
14. Apparently asking your female carpenter to slather herself in artist’s plaster - even in a bikini top - wasn’t part of Trading Spaces policy.
    
    
15. But the night they stumble through the door covered in pig guts and smelling like a slaughterhouse, River is curled up in the room’s tattered armchair and she’s staring down the sight of a Beretta.
    
    
16. Dean learned how to send ghosts to Hell on his thirteenth birthday, sitting next to Sam on the bed in a motel room that smelled like gun oil; both of them pushing brushes through barrels while Dad leaned back in the threadbare chair, a glass of whiskey next to his hand and an icepack on his face.
    
    
17. “You didn’t have to walk right into the knife,” she said softly, tying off the end with a tug that made them both grimace.

Yes, I have a lot of irons in my fire...