WIP Meme, snagged from Alex.
Post a snippet from every WIP you have right now.
I actually don't have too many, for once.
Johnny smirked as he turned his head and looked at Stephane's bemused face. "Or I could just get even..." he said, bringing his hand up and smoothing the pancake mix (that seemed to have magically appeared there, because for the life of him, Stephane didn't see Johnny reach into the bowl) all through Stephane's hair.
After making a disgusted noise, Stephane released his hold on Johnny and rushed for the bowl, sticking his hand in and flinging some at him...and the trend continued for ten more minutes, until both they and Johnny's whole kitchen were a mess. Neither of them seemed terribly too concerned, though, as Stephane grabbed Johnny around the waist and pinned him against the counter. "One thing missing..." he said softly, reaching down into the bag of chocolate chips and pressing one to the tip of Johnny's nose, where the still sopping pancake mix made it stick.
Johnny laughed a little bit and leaned forward, pressing his lips softly to Stephane's. "You're so helping me clean all of this up later..." he said during a brief pause.
"That's later, though. Right now...I think we need to clean ourselves..."
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Four minutes later, his phone rang. It was Dean. Telling him to sit tight and he'll be back to get him. Cas asked exactly where he was, and Sam holds back. He didn't want Dean coming back into that hellhole. Dean stole the phone and repeated the question, and Sam pretended to be in static, and 'lost his connection.'
Over the next two days, the group Sam had found had diminished. From ten to five, from five to two and from two to Sam alone, they'd all succumb to this 'infection' which had found its way from epidemic to pandemic status. He'd heard on the radio of infections as far away as New Jersey and as far west as Indiana. Sam couldn't help but wonder how he himself hadn't succumb to it, since he'd taken the brunt of the beating from the infected 'humans,' being the only one who could operate a gun with some kind of precision.
But he had bumps, bruises, bite-marks and scrapes...but no virus. By the tenth day, he began to wonder how long he could hold out, scavenging grocery stores and gun shops by himself.
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He stared blankly at the floor and swallowed thickly. “Everything I had was in that apartment,” he said softly. “I need to know, Ariel. I need to. Why are they after me? What did I do?”
Ariel seemed to be struggling with something and closed her eyes, turning her head to the ground. “I wish that I could,” she said softly, turning her head toward the sky. “I am sworn to secrecy. If there were another way for you to find out, I would do it in an instant…”
Sam looked at her indignantly, miserable tears still lining his eyes as he thought of his blazing apartment. “This isn’t fair,” he said softly. “My whole life has been hell and I just lose everything I have and you still can’t tell me why?”
“I…” she trailed off for a moment, and Sam could see how torn she was.
Sam huffed. “Never mind,” he sighed heavily and sat on the bed. “What am I going to do?” he asked desperately. “Where am I going to live?”
He looked up at Ariel for a second, and she looked positively troubled. In a flutter of wings, and with a look of anguish and determination on her face, she disappeared. He’d just lost his apartment, and now his guardian angel was leaving, too? He put his head in his hands and sat on the bed in Dean’s guest room, allowing himself to fall asleep again.
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SPN TONIGHT! And tomorrow, I leave for the epic weekend of Hershey awesomesauce! Woo!
I actually don't have too many, for once.
Johnny smirked as he turned his head and looked at Stephane's bemused face. "Or I could just get even..." he said, bringing his hand up and smoothing the pancake mix (that seemed to have magically appeared there, because for the life of him, Stephane didn't see Johnny reach into the bowl) all through Stephane's hair.
After making a disgusted noise, Stephane released his hold on Johnny and rushed for the bowl, sticking his hand in and flinging some at him...and the trend continued for ten more minutes, until both they and Johnny's whole kitchen were a mess. Neither of them seemed terribly too concerned, though, as Stephane grabbed Johnny around the waist and pinned him against the counter. "One thing missing..." he said softly, reaching down into the bag of chocolate chips and pressing one to the tip of Johnny's nose, where the still sopping pancake mix made it stick.
Johnny laughed a little bit and leaned forward, pressing his lips softly to Stephane's. "You're so helping me clean all of this up later..." he said during a brief pause.
"That's later, though. Right now...I think we need to clean ourselves..."
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Four minutes later, his phone rang. It was Dean. Telling him to sit tight and he'll be back to get him. Cas asked exactly where he was, and Sam holds back. He didn't want Dean coming back into that hellhole. Dean stole the phone and repeated the question, and Sam pretended to be in static, and 'lost his connection.'
Over the next two days, the group Sam had found had diminished. From ten to five, from five to two and from two to Sam alone, they'd all succumb to this 'infection' which had found its way from epidemic to pandemic status. He'd heard on the radio of infections as far away as New Jersey and as far west as Indiana. Sam couldn't help but wonder how he himself hadn't succumb to it, since he'd taken the brunt of the beating from the infected 'humans,' being the only one who could operate a gun with some kind of precision.
But he had bumps, bruises, bite-marks and scrapes...but no virus. By the tenth day, he began to wonder how long he could hold out, scavenging grocery stores and gun shops by himself.
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He stared blankly at the floor and swallowed thickly. “Everything I had was in that apartment,” he said softly. “I need to know, Ariel. I need to. Why are they after me? What did I do?”
Ariel seemed to be struggling with something and closed her eyes, turning her head to the ground. “I wish that I could,” she said softly, turning her head toward the sky. “I am sworn to secrecy. If there were another way for you to find out, I would do it in an instant…”
Sam looked at her indignantly, miserable tears still lining his eyes as he thought of his blazing apartment. “This isn’t fair,” he said softly. “My whole life has been hell and I just lose everything I have and you still can’t tell me why?”
“I…” she trailed off for a moment, and Sam could see how torn she was.
Sam huffed. “Never mind,” he sighed heavily and sat on the bed. “What am I going to do?” he asked desperately. “Where am I going to live?”
He looked up at Ariel for a second, and she looked positively troubled. In a flutter of wings, and with a look of anguish and determination on her face, she disappeared. He’d just lost his apartment, and now his guardian angel was leaving, too? He put his head in his hands and sat on the bed in Dean’s guest room, allowing himself to fall asleep again.
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SPN TONIGHT! And tomorrow, I leave for the epic weekend of Hershey awesomesauce! Woo!