WAFF-a-thon III - Official Thread
And if we all could spread a little sunshine
All could lend a helping hand
We all would be a little closer
To the Promised Land
WAFFathon III Official Thread
Welcome, everyone, to the third official WAFFathon, making the Internet a little happier. The premise behind the WAFFathon is simple: Fandom is great, but let's face it, it can get pretty dark ( Read more... )
All could lend a helping hand
We all would be a little closer
To the Promised Land
WAFFathon III Official Thread
Welcome, everyone, to the third official WAFFathon, making the Internet a little happier. The premise behind the WAFFathon is simple: Fandom is great, but let's face it, it can get pretty dark ( Read more... )
There are times when it gets even better; when the beer is ice-cold and the sun is setting over the horizon and Bobby has just lit a freakin' barbecue amidst the scattered car parts. When there is silence enough to hear the bottles clink together, it's a good day.
“Where's your apron?” Dean snarks as he watches Bobby carry a cracked tray towards the makeshift cooking station. The set up is just an old wooden table covered in oil and sanitised by rubbing an even dirtier rag across the surface. Sam's more of a germ-freak than Dean, but even he doesn't mind.
Bobby shakes his head as he sets down the tray of steak, fails to answer straight away and instead reaches forward to pluck at the barbecue fork.
“I'd save any comments 'til your dinner is done, boy. I might just be tempted to blacken it up real good for ya.”
Dean's eyes instantly widen and he chokes a little on the gulp of beer he just sucked from the bottle. “I'll behave.” He insists, pulling his thumb and forefinger along his lips as though sealing them up. “That just looks too friggin' good to ruin.” He motions towards the grill that sizzles as the red meat is forked on.
“Yeah, Bobby.” Sam echoes from his position, crouched down on some box or other that acts as a stool. “This is great. I don't think we've ever...”
Dean tilts his head to look at his brother, raises an eyebrow as he realises that he's right; he can't ever remember having a barbecue with Sam. The only grilling they ever do is... he loses his train of thought, realises that some moments are best enjoyed without thinking too deeply. Of course with all the crap going on recently it's hard to leave it behind, but after three ice-cold bottles of beer, it's almost enough alcohol to relax him. Almost.
Ten minutes later when they are alternating between chewing steak and sipping beer, Dean gets the chance to watch Sam's smile and hear Bobby's laughter. It is definitely a good day.
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I love that the threat of a over-cooked steak is all it took to shut up the great Dean Winchester ;) This was very quietly lovely, m'dear. Nice imagery and just a touch of angst peppered into all the WAFF-iness.
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My self-restraint barely lasted five minutes before I started writing, and the faint hint of angst just crept in. I'm really glad that you liked it.
Yours is so lovely and adorable and... PUPPIES! You can't read about puppies and Jared and Jensen without grinning and soaking up the cuteness.
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I just love to read good stories, and write a few myself :)
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