So did I say I was done?

Well, I lied. The post before this was too big, and I spent a lot of time coding this part, so I decided I'd post it now.

And, finally, Part Four:
( I must still be dreaming, Dean decides as Sam takes out a knife and starts stabbing it over and over again into the nightstand, his face etched with a dark kind of fury Dean’s never seen before. Either that, or I’m really, really, REALLY drunk. )

Yeah, three posts in one day?

Don't ask. I'm bored. I have no life. darkenedsakura is going to bash my head in or something because I'm being such a slacker, and I'd deserve it, too.

So yeah, here's parts two-four of Careful What You Wish For...just because I can. Maybe, I'll, ya know, wait until tomorrow to post some more.

Part Two:

( Get a hold of yourself, man, Dean thinks angrily as he tries to stifle the second sob that rises in his throat. This is just another job, all right? You endure it. You try to kill the evil bastard that’s causing the chaos. You don’t fucking fall apart, you make do. )

Okay, here's the first part of an in-progress multi-chapter fic I'm working on, Careful What You Wish For. I wrote this pre-2x20 "What Is and What Should Never Be" (which, by the way, was the best thing ever, period, the end)which should explain a lot. This story involves Dean making a wish, and getting to see seven different ways his life could ( Read more... )