Sen Beret's Anniversary Meme!
It's actually been a year and two months since I became involved with the fandom, but hey, who's counting?
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Masterlist
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- comment on this post with your prompts! all prompts are welcome (be as vague or detailed as you'd like!) as long as they fit with the theme of sneezy/sick/allergic Sam, Dean, Castiel, John, etc.
- reply to prompts with your ( Read more... )
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Dean paused, a french fry halfway to his mouth, as he stared at his brother incredulously. “I’m sorry, we’re what?”
Sam squirmed in the booth. “We’re going to roleplay.”
The fry completed its journey, and Dean contemplated Sam’s words as he swished a few more in a sea of ketchup. “Do I have to kiss a dude or something?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Christ, Dean, not that kind of roleplaying. It’s…*sigh*...okay. There’s a group outside of Lincoln, Nebraska who like to dress up as if they’re from the 1930s, and they hang out and pretend to be different people, like, different personas. Anyway, the members of the group are being picked off one by one, and no one knows why. I’m not sure if it’s a witch, or some sort of spirit thing that’s in the building where they meet, or if there’s something else entirely going on. But it’s definitely weird, and Bobby wants us to check it out.”
Dean’s face lit up. “We get to dress up?”
“Dude. That’s all you came away with?”
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