Improv Writing Session #2
Hey all! Here's another opportunity to get some words down for the month: spnroundtable's monthly improv writing session.
[If you missed the first, it's a "Tis the Season" multifanwork prompt-and-fill with tons of great ideas -- tab it for later!]Each month, we're providing an show cap for you to utilize as your spn, rpf, or even original fic or meta muses ( Read more... )
[If you missed the first, it's a "Tis the Season" multifanwork prompt-and-fill with tons of great ideas -- tab it for later!]Each month, we're providing an show cap for you to utilize as your spn, rpf, or even original fic or meta muses ( Read more... )
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The hum disappeared as quickly as it had come, and Jim was tempted to shiver against the creepiness. A warm sense of safety washed over him, though, and he shrugged to himself.
Whatever spirits had passed must mean no harm, but good for this little town.
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The yes is muffled. Can't be easy to talk with your hands hog-tied and your face squashed flat against a window. But then that's the point. Sam's fed up of the complaining, and Dean, well, Dean is cranky today. He's just given Sam an ultimatum - shut the creature up, or they'll dump him, no matter how useful he could be. Dean has a low tolerance for annoying, sniveling demons, especially when they insult the Impala. From the way the demon's been going on, anyone would think a little impromptu trip in the Impala was worse than a lifetime in Hell. And the Impala does not smell. Sam's surprised Dean didn't off the demon the moment he said that ( ... )
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I like this- you really got the boys IC flawless teamworking down!
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1) it's a species character flaw.
OOF man felt like the worst kind of insult, referring to demons as "species" -- so general, generic, stripped of all their Big Bad and made to be "just another."
2) Sam puts his boots up on the back seat and sprawls out comfortably, winking as Dean catches his eye in the rear view mirror.
all manner of sexy, whether appropriate and brotherly or not. i don't care how deep that connection goes, just so long as it's there.
3) and Sam's back in the front seat where he belongs.
EPIC. not a truer word has ever been said of these two.
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And I love Sam and Dean's little argument!
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"I gotta be outta state in ten minutes but I'mma get you, you little fucker."
oh, Dean- he just makes me laugh.
And Sam probably didn't like fishing, but he'd have to be happy just because Dean scored!-so yeah, there's two things that didn't change.
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Dean switches out the spinner and mumbles, "I gotta be outta state in ten minutes but I'mma get you, you little fucker."
"Not like we can take him with us, Dean."
"Missing the point, as always, Sammy," he smirks, and flips his line out.
My favourite bit:-))
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- A River Runs Through It by Norman Maclean
“Dude, we should try that.”
Sam was busy reading a crease in the map, ears on autopilot.
“Yeah? What’s that, then?”
“Fishing.”
Sam smoothed the map out some more. “Sure thing, Hemingway. Listen, I’m pretty sure we took the wrong turn before that bridge back there. We should-
“I’m serious.”
Sam blinked, had to backtrack for a minute. He opened his mouth to fire off another Hemingway quip, but Dean had one eyebrow up and his right shoulder dipped, clearly waiting for Sam to just answer him already.
Sam shut his jaw with an audible click. “You’re... Wow. Really? Fishing? As in...what, poles, bait, freezing our asses off and standing still for hours?”
“Hey, we sat still for eight friggin’ hours yesterday, waiting for that damn poltergeist to show. Least this way we might get something to eat out of it ( ... )
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