We all have ideas of where we want our muse to end up in the future. The problem is, we've got to wait for that future to show up. Or do we? Future fic lets us write about that distant future we're hoping to get to one day. Here's your chance to get some future fic out of me
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"Different how?"
"I DUNNO!" Dean snapped. "It's just different, alright?"
His brother looked at him squarely, and he fidgeted. "Hey, you okay? I mean, with the whole... wedding thing?"
Dean glared; he was doing this and he knew why and wanted it. Still... strange.
Then they were both silent for a bit.
"Hey Sammy?"
"Yeah?"
"About the suit..."
"What about it?"
"I think... I think it might be because it actually fits."
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"Daddy... pu-lease!" Johnny's dark eyes took on a look of heartbreaking imploring. Cassie was standing by the doorway, her eyes undecipherable. He had a feeling she was laughing at him. In a totally not malicious way. Because it was this time of year and she knew too well ( ... )
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I'm also so very amused at Johnny being all... okay? Doesn't matter either way to me, if you insist...
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"Peter... Peter tore my dress, daddy." She demonstrated the front of her costume, torn clearly and showing the bright lining. "I can't... I can't go out on the stage like this! I can't!"
"Hey, calm down, baby. Calm down." He took a look around, then bent to furtively ask her to go find needle and thread from somebody and meet him in the bathroom.
He really hoped nobody would come in and find him crouching before her and carefully darning.
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