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There was fic yesterday, for the stupendous devildoll's birthday:
Bread, Butter, and Cheese
Supernatural; Dean and Sam; g; 1,280 words; no spoilers
"I would kill for a home-cooked meal."
Winchesters + grilled cheese = love <- that was the original summary, but I wasn't sure it would fly. *g*
Thank you all so much for the lovely comments. I really appreciate it, and I am setting aside time to get caught up on answering comments. Perhaps my being so far behind on it is why I am having trouble writing lately.
Since I am having trouble writing lately, perhaps it's time again for the PWP (Progress? What Progress?) meme:
Like God's Eyes in My Headlights:
Dean: *is missing*
Sam: Oh Noes! Dean is missing!
Dean: *is still missing*
Sam: I must find him! And possibly have a flashback fraught with meaning about how integral Dean is to my life!
Dean: still missing, here, Sammy. You wanna speed up the rescue efforts?
victoria: Oh my god, why is this story so BORING?
Sam and Dean: Hey!
She Got Down But She Never Got Tight:
Sam: *has always been a girl*
[canon!Sam: Hey!
victoria: shut up]
Dean: So there are these strippers who are being killed...
Sam: It's probably just the violence endemic to their socioeconomic class. Nothing to do with us.
Dean: Jealous much?
Sam: *pouts*
Sam: Hey, I could go undercover as a stripper...
Dean: NO.
Sam: *smug* Shoe's on the other foot now, eh?
Sam & Dean: *shag shag shag*
victoria: um, where'd I leave the plot?
This Is Not a Love Song:
Dean: Oh noes! Sam is missing!
Ellen: Oh noes! Jo went a'hunting!
Dean: Ellen understands my pain
Ellen: damn, that boy is hot.
Dean & Ellen: *shag shag shag*
Ellen: Jo must never know!
Mojo Filter:
Cordelia: *is sent by the PTB to help Sam and Dean*
Dean: hey, baby
Cordelia: *snaps fingers* eyes up here, Freckles
Sam: *has massive vision headaches*
Cordelia: Oh, me, too! Don't let some demon named Skip convince you to become part demon to take the pain away or you'll end up pregnant with a crazy death goddess.
Sam & Dean: ...
Cordelia: Oh, like it couldn't happen to you.
Sam: ... I don't have a uterus.
Dean: so you say.
Cordelia: You think that stops crazy death goddesses who want to reincarnate themselves?
Dean: You're crazy, but you're hot. Let's shag.
Cordelia: Okay, but you better not get me pregnant with demonspawn.
Dean & Cordelia: *shag shag shag*
Sam: *wonders why he never gets to have sex in victoria's stories*
victoria: That is SUCH a lie!
Watching the Detectives:
Veronica: That Dean Winchester is hot
Dean: You know it, baby
Veronica: My name is Veronica
Dean: I know
Dean: Wanna come hunt ghosts?
Veronica: Why is the hot guy always insane?
Dean: Hey!
Sam: *earnestly* No, really, ghosts are real.
Veronica: Okay, then.
Dean: Why do you believe him and not me, V?
Veronica: My name is Veronica. Also, he doesn't look like a LYING LIEFACE WHO LIES
Sam: *thinks* If you only knew
victoria: Jesus, can we get to the porn now?
Dean: I'm with her.
you've got to learn to live with what you can't rise above
Dean: fucking my brother is really fucked up. I must leave Sam to save him from myself!
Sam: You are such an asshole.
Dean: This is what I'm saving you from!
Sam: *clocks Dean*
Dean: WTF was that for?
Sam: I'll sleep with whoever I want to!
Dean: ...okay
Sam: That means you, jerk.
Dean: Bitch
Fandom: We know it's canon but please stop including it in stories. It's such a cliche now.
victoria: *sigh*
And if that mockingbird don't sing:
Sam: *is a girl*
[canon!Sam: hey!]
Sam: *runs away because it's too dangerous for Dean to be around her*
Dean: well, that's the dumbest thing I ever heard.
Sam: *discovers she's pregnant with Dean's baby*
[canon!Sam: *backs away* oh, hey, I'll just be over there... fighting demons]
Henriksen: Hey Dean. I got a nice jail cell with your name on it right here.
Dean: *goes off the grid completely*
Sam: I finally want to contact Dean and apologize for leaving him without a word, AGAIN, and he's gone like dust in the wind
Dean: Um, sorry you can't find me, but I'm hiding from the FBI. Please leave a message and I'll ignore it for three years.
Sam: *has a baby boy*
Time: *passes*
Dean: *finally finds Sam and the sekrit incest baby*
Sam: Johnny, say hello to your daddy.
Dean: ...
victoria: oh my god, I hate my brain!
Look, if I can't laugh, I'm gonna cry, right?
Now I have to go get dressed and meet fleurdeleo for lunch. Mmm...lunch...
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Bread, Butter, and Cheese
Supernatural; Dean and Sam; g; 1,280 words; no spoilers
"I would kill for a home-cooked meal."
Winchesters + grilled cheese = love <- that was the original summary, but I wasn't sure it would fly. *g*
Thank you all so much for the lovely comments. I really appreciate it, and I am setting aside time to get caught up on answering comments. Perhaps my being so far behind on it is why I am having trouble writing lately.
Since I am having trouble writing lately, perhaps it's time again for the PWP (Progress? What Progress?) meme:
Like God's Eyes in My Headlights:
Dean: *is missing*
Sam: Oh Noes! Dean is missing!
Dean: *is still missing*
Sam: I must find him! And possibly have a flashback fraught with meaning about how integral Dean is to my life!
Dean: still missing, here, Sammy. You wanna speed up the rescue efforts?
victoria: Oh my god, why is this story so BORING?
Sam and Dean: Hey!
She Got Down But She Never Got Tight:
Sam: *has always been a girl*
[canon!Sam: Hey!
victoria: shut up]
Dean: So there are these strippers who are being killed...
Sam: It's probably just the violence endemic to their socioeconomic class. Nothing to do with us.
Dean: Jealous much?
Sam: *pouts*
Sam: Hey, I could go undercover as a stripper...
Dean: NO.
Sam: *smug* Shoe's on the other foot now, eh?
Sam & Dean: *shag shag shag*
victoria: um, where'd I leave the plot?
This Is Not a Love Song:
Dean: Oh noes! Sam is missing!
Ellen: Oh noes! Jo went a'hunting!
Dean: Ellen understands my pain
Ellen: damn, that boy is hot.
Dean & Ellen: *shag shag shag*
Ellen: Jo must never know!
Mojo Filter:
Cordelia: *is sent by the PTB to help Sam and Dean*
Dean: hey, baby
Cordelia: *snaps fingers* eyes up here, Freckles
Sam: *has massive vision headaches*
Cordelia: Oh, me, too! Don't let some demon named Skip convince you to become part demon to take the pain away or you'll end up pregnant with a crazy death goddess.
Sam & Dean: ...
Cordelia: Oh, like it couldn't happen to you.
Sam: ... I don't have a uterus.
Dean: so you say.
Cordelia: You think that stops crazy death goddesses who want to reincarnate themselves?
Dean: You're crazy, but you're hot. Let's shag.
Cordelia: Okay, but you better not get me pregnant with demonspawn.
Dean & Cordelia: *shag shag shag*
Sam: *wonders why he never gets to have sex in victoria's stories*
victoria: That is SUCH a lie!
Watching the Detectives:
Veronica: That Dean Winchester is hot
Dean: You know it, baby
Veronica: My name is Veronica
Dean: I know
Dean: Wanna come hunt ghosts?
Veronica: Why is the hot guy always insane?
Dean: Hey!
Sam: *earnestly* No, really, ghosts are real.
Veronica: Okay, then.
Dean: Why do you believe him and not me, V?
Veronica: My name is Veronica. Also, he doesn't look like a LYING LIEFACE WHO LIES
Sam: *thinks* If you only knew
victoria: Jesus, can we get to the porn now?
Dean: I'm with her.
you've got to learn to live with what you can't rise above
Dean: fucking my brother is really fucked up. I must leave Sam to save him from myself!
Sam: You are such an asshole.
Dean: This is what I'm saving you from!
Sam: *clocks Dean*
Dean: WTF was that for?
Sam: I'll sleep with whoever I want to!
Dean: ...okay
Sam: That means you, jerk.
Dean: Bitch
Fandom: We know it's canon but please stop including it in stories. It's such a cliche now.
victoria: *sigh*
And if that mockingbird don't sing:
Sam: *is a girl*
[canon!Sam: hey!]
Sam: *runs away because it's too dangerous for Dean to be around her*
Dean: well, that's the dumbest thing I ever heard.
Sam: *discovers she's pregnant with Dean's baby*
[canon!Sam: *backs away* oh, hey, I'll just be over there... fighting demons]
Henriksen: Hey Dean. I got a nice jail cell with your name on it right here.
Dean: *goes off the grid completely*
Sam: I finally want to contact Dean and apologize for leaving him without a word, AGAIN, and he's gone like dust in the wind
Dean: Um, sorry you can't find me, but I'm hiding from the FBI. Please leave a message and I'll ignore it for three years.
Sam: *has a baby boy*
Time: *passes*
Dean: *finally finds Sam and the sekrit incest baby*
Sam: Johnny, say hello to your daddy.
Dean: ...
victoria: oh my god, I hate my brain!
Look, if I can't laugh, I'm gonna cry, right?
Now I have to go get dressed and meet fleurdeleo for lunch. Mmm...lunch...
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