I had about three hours sleep last night.

( I blame Sam )

I've been wanting to write up my thoughts on last night's episode, but I am just NOT CAPABLE and other people have done such a great job already that I'm not going to bother, I don't think.

However, I couldn't resist talking about this...

( Cut for image from 3x08 )

I want to lick his neck so bad. Or bite. Or both, I'm really not fussy.

DASKJFHASDKJFHASKLDJFHSLAKJD.

Oh look. I found my happy place.

*stares a lot* *smooches vileseagulls*

This was going to be a drabble, but I didn’t stop at 100 words, so let’s call it a ficlet, shall we?

Title: Forced Fiction
Characters: Sam (Gen)
Rating: R
Wordcount: 229
Summary: Some marks never fade.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Winchesters. Kripke is god, blah blah blah.
Notes: Thanks to veronamay for audiencing.

( Forced Fiction )