I would name my son Ben if it weren't for my sister.
Day three.
Oh mah gah, where IS everybody today?
So, Phantom Traveler's the rerun tonight? Did everyone see how they said that's the ep for which Jensen and Jared are doing commentary on the DVDs? Random.
I feel like doing a poll but can't come up with anything interesting. I need to get my ass in gear to update the dudemeter for the last eps. I had a dream last night about the OC in this story that innie_darling is writing with whom I am stupidly, stupidly in love. I am basically worthless, in other words! So I give you more ficlets.
red_tanger requested more puppies, so here's an outtake.
Sam shifted his weight on the hood of the Impala, tilting his shoulders against the windshield and exposing his face to the sun. He might have dozed, even, before he heard Dean call out. "Incoming!"
It was hard to know if he was referring to the filthy tennis ball that hit Sam right in the crotch or the wet nose and slobber that landed on the sole of Sam's bare foot. Or the way Sam had to sit up quickly to keep his balance when Nugent jumped up to brace his front paws on the bumper, panting happily and expectantly.
"Down, Nuge," he ordered, before his brother could start bitching about claw marks again. He tossed the ball, sidearm and effortless, back to Dean. Who caught it just as easily. With his left.
"Fall asleep?" asked Dean, jogging up and digging around through the open window for the leash. "Oh, man, you missed it. There was this family reunion over by the picnic tables, Johanssen or Andersen or something? With these triplets, real triplets, like Norse goddesses. Blonde and stacked and tall as you, Sammy."
Sam stretched. "Let me guess. They love animals."
"What can I say?" Dean's grin was toothy and his freckles were bronze. "Your dog's a real chick magnet." Your dog. Like Nugent hadn't slept at Dean's feet every night for the past year.
noasylumhere requested "something involving a buzzed jared trying to calm a buzzed jensen after someone denies him his beer at last call."
"They stole my Bass."
"I know, dude." Jared clapped his hand on Jensen's shoulder and steered him toward the car, side-stepping in a tight circle when Jensen spun around and tried to head back to the bar.
"No, J," Jensen growled. "They stole my Bass."
Jared could point out that they'd been getting every other round for free. Or that Jensen had already had half a dozen pints and probably didn't need another. Or that the last few swallows in the glass they'd "stolen" had been getting warm for almost half an hour before last call, but, well. He never did well reasoning with Jensen, even when he was sober.
"I got beer at my place," he tried.
Jensen levelled him with his best you are dumber than dirt, so it's a good thing you're such a hottie look. "Not that beer."
"I got the playoffs TiVo'd," and Jensen tilted his head, because the bar had been showing fucking Trinidad and Tobago versus Paraguay or some shit instead, which had almost made Jensen walk right back out. Jared smiled and managed to slip his forearm across Jensen's collarbone. "I got those new multi-grain Doritos you like," he added, and Jensen let himself be guided back around. Jared pressed his mouth to Jensen's temple. "I got clean sheets."
"All that and you're probably out of condoms," Jensen groused.
Which was probably true, but Jared didn't miss the way that Jensen leaned back against him when he said it. Maybe the missing beer was already forgotten. Figuring out how to work around a missing Trojan was more Jared's speed anyway.
And, for shits and giggles, some random LARGE pictures of Jared that somebody (?) posted in somebody else's (???) LJ sometime.
Oh mah gah, where IS everybody today?
So, Phantom Traveler's the rerun tonight? Did everyone see how they said that's the ep for which Jensen and Jared are doing commentary on the DVDs? Random.
I feel like doing a poll but can't come up with anything interesting. I need to get my ass in gear to update the dudemeter for the last eps. I had a dream last night about the OC in this story that innie_darling is writing with whom I am stupidly, stupidly in love. I am basically worthless, in other words! So I give you more ficlets.
red_tanger requested more puppies, so here's an outtake.
Sam shifted his weight on the hood of the Impala, tilting his shoulders against the windshield and exposing his face to the sun. He might have dozed, even, before he heard Dean call out. "Incoming!"
It was hard to know if he was referring to the filthy tennis ball that hit Sam right in the crotch or the wet nose and slobber that landed on the sole of Sam's bare foot. Or the way Sam had to sit up quickly to keep his balance when Nugent jumped up to brace his front paws on the bumper, panting happily and expectantly.
"Down, Nuge," he ordered, before his brother could start bitching about claw marks again. He tossed the ball, sidearm and effortless, back to Dean. Who caught it just as easily. With his left.
"Fall asleep?" asked Dean, jogging up and digging around through the open window for the leash. "Oh, man, you missed it. There was this family reunion over by the picnic tables, Johanssen or Andersen or something? With these triplets, real triplets, like Norse goddesses. Blonde and stacked and tall as you, Sammy."
Sam stretched. "Let me guess. They love animals."
"What can I say?" Dean's grin was toothy and his freckles were bronze. "Your dog's a real chick magnet." Your dog. Like Nugent hadn't slept at Dean's feet every night for the past year.
noasylumhere requested "something involving a buzzed jared trying to calm a buzzed jensen after someone denies him his beer at last call."
"They stole my Bass."
"I know, dude." Jared clapped his hand on Jensen's shoulder and steered him toward the car, side-stepping in a tight circle when Jensen spun around and tried to head back to the bar.
"No, J," Jensen growled. "They stole my Bass."
Jared could point out that they'd been getting every other round for free. Or that Jensen had already had half a dozen pints and probably didn't need another. Or that the last few swallows in the glass they'd "stolen" had been getting warm for almost half an hour before last call, but, well. He never did well reasoning with Jensen, even when he was sober.
"I got beer at my place," he tried.
Jensen levelled him with his best you are dumber than dirt, so it's a good thing you're such a hottie look. "Not that beer."
"I got the playoffs TiVo'd," and Jensen tilted his head, because the bar had been showing fucking Trinidad and Tobago versus Paraguay or some shit instead, which had almost made Jensen walk right back out. Jared smiled and managed to slip his forearm across Jensen's collarbone. "I got those new multi-grain Doritos you like," he added, and Jensen let himself be guided back around. Jared pressed his mouth to Jensen's temple. "I got clean sheets."
"All that and you're probably out of condoms," Jensen groused.
Which was probably true, but Jared didn't miss the way that Jensen leaned back against him when he said it. Maybe the missing beer was already forgotten. Figuring out how to work around a missing Trojan was more Jared's speed anyway.
And, for shits and giggles, some random LARGE pictures of Jared that somebody (?) posted in somebody else's (???) LJ sometime.