*revives self* Right then. Here I had plans for tonight, and instead I'm going to be reading whatever crack ya'll managed to cook up. Jesus.
“What the fuck?” It's got that distinct tang, though, and, for the first time in a long time, he almost laughs. “Holy water? Oh, please. You can't really just be going around throwing that on anyone who pisses you off. Tell me you're not that stupid.”
Heeeeeeee. I am BOUNCING with glee.
Also, that was funny just because. Sam. Dousing Lindsey with water.
“Dude, that was awesome,” Sam informs him. Lindsey just shakes his head. Save him from pre-law fanboys.
Pre-law fanboys?!?! Oh God. Everything I thought would be great about an Angel crossover is being included. Poor Lindsey. I love the boys to death, but they must've been off trying to scam St. Peter when common sense was handed out.
“Why am I naked and covered in blood, and the answer better involve lots of whiskey and nubile gymnasts, because if not I'm gonna be pissed.”
*snerk* Aw, poor Dean.
“This isn't about you, Princess, so I'd advise you to keep your fool mouth closed before the ass-whuppings commence.”
"Ass-whuppings". Heehee.
“Save me, what? No one saved me from anything.” Dean goes back to glaring. “Not someone that short anyway.”
Honestly, I could quote this whole arguement, because the whole thing is cracking me the hell up. Dean and Lindsey are fucking hilarious.
“He’s allergic to maxi pads,” Lindsey informs her smoothly, and Dean makes a suppressed, half-hysterical sound. “Usually he has to wait a week after, you know, the end.”
“Oh.” Her eyes go big and round. “Oh my god, it’s a good thing I use tampons, then.”
AHAHAHAHAH. Oh, God. Those girls are just...yeesh.
“Listen, sweetheart, you’re younger than my boots. And besides...” Lindsey reaches out his evil hand and slides it into the back pocket of Dean’s jeans. “Girls are icky.”
Girls are totally icky. And I'm, lyke, holding my sides laughing right now!
Lindsey shrugs, cheerfully ignoring Sam’s glare of death. “Don’t have anywhere better to be.” Which is both sad and true. He follows them out of the bar, back to the hotel, and tries not to be amused at the protective curve of Sam’s back as he keeps himself between Lindsey and Dean.
I am hoping for a threesome. There had fucking better be a threesome.
Or just, you know, more dialogue that makes me laugh my ass off. That would work, too.
This fic's been sitting around a bit. Pet thought it was gonna get shitcanned. It managed not to.
Lindsey's all like "fuck, why couldn't I have gotten that chick who gets the vision about dead people or something? fucking idiots." And I feel his pain!
I love the boys to death, but they must've been off trying to scam St. Peter when common sense was handed out.
Cracked. Me. Up. Yes, exactly, baby, exactly. And you know if there was EVER someone to legally fanboy, it would be lindsey or lilah. Hells yeah!
Dean and Lindsey, seems almost...familiar...*cracks up* I am hopeless, seriously.
Oh, you Wincesty people who aren't happy with gay sex unless it's wrong gay sex (I include myself here).
*passes out*
*revives self* Right then. Here I had plans for tonight, and instead I'm going to be reading whatever crack ya'll managed to cook up. Jesus.
“What the fuck?” It's got that distinct tang, though, and, for the first time in a long time, he almost laughs. “Holy water? Oh, please. You can't really just be going around throwing that on anyone who pisses you off. Tell me you're not that stupid.”
Heeeeeeee. I am BOUNCING with glee.
Also, that was funny just because. Sam. Dousing Lindsey with water.
“Dude, that was awesome,” Sam informs him. Lindsey just shakes his head. Save him from pre-law fanboys.
Pre-law fanboys?!?! Oh God. Everything I thought would be great about an Angel crossover is being included. Poor Lindsey. I love the boys to death, but they must've been off trying to scam St. Peter when common sense was handed out.
“Why am I naked and covered in blood, and the answer better involve lots of whiskey and nubile gymnasts, because if not I'm gonna be pissed.”
*snerk* Aw, poor Dean.
“This isn't about you, Princess, so I'd advise you to keep your fool mouth closed before the ass-whuppings commence.”
"Ass-whuppings". Heehee.
“Save me, what? No one saved me from anything.” Dean goes back to glaring. “Not someone that short anyway.”
Honestly, I could quote this whole arguement, because the whole thing is cracking me the hell up. Dean and Lindsey are fucking hilarious.
“He’s allergic to maxi pads,” Lindsey informs her smoothly, and Dean makes a suppressed, half-hysterical sound. “Usually he has to wait a week after, you know, the end.”
“Oh.” Her eyes go big and round. “Oh my god, it’s a good thing I use tampons, then.”
AHAHAHAHAH. Oh, God. Those girls are just...yeesh.
“Listen, sweetheart, you’re younger than my boots. And besides...” Lindsey reaches out his evil hand and slides it into the back pocket of Dean’s jeans. “Girls are icky.”
Girls are totally icky. And I'm, lyke, holding my sides laughing right now!
Lindsey shrugs, cheerfully ignoring Sam’s glare of death. “Don’t have anywhere better to be.” Which is both sad and true. He follows them out of the bar, back to the hotel, and tries not to be amused at the protective curve of Sam’s back as he keeps himself between Lindsey and Dean.
I am hoping for a threesome. There had fucking better be a threesome.
Or just, you know, more dialogue that makes me laugh my ass off. That would work, too.
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This fic's been sitting around a bit. Pet thought it was gonna get shitcanned. It managed not to.
Lindsey's all like "fuck, why couldn't I have gotten that chick who gets the vision about dead people or something? fucking idiots." And I feel his pain!
I love the boys to death, but they must've been off trying to scam St. Peter when common sense was handed out.
Cracked. Me. Up. Yes, exactly, baby, exactly. And you know if there was EVER someone to legally fanboy, it would be lindsey or lilah. Hells yeah!
Dean and Lindsey, seems almost...familiar...*cracks up* I am hopeless, seriously.
Oh, you Wincesty people who aren't happy with gay sex unless it's wrong gay sex (I include myself here).
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Pfft. Wincest is the fandom to pwn all fandoms. I thought I knew obsessive over in Harry/Draco-land, these people (myself included) take the CAKE.
Hey, any day I can read fic like this is a damned good day indeed. So thanks again.
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