Summary: Something evil is killing treeplanters in the forests of the Pacific Northwest, possibly the same predator that Dean narrowly escaped years before. How Grimm will things get before the brothers figure it out?
Rating: Gen, PG-13 due to swearing, blood-letting, logging accidents and malevolent sexual undercurrents. WIP, will be 10
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And of course am all curious and anxious! Where, oh where, is Papa? And Dean!
*clutches him*
This back and forth is freaky and creepy and i love the tree talk but i'm all....axious!!
*bounce*
Good stuff.
:)
Teeny thing:He’s humoring me. “Yeah, Dave’s a good, remembered me.
Left out a word there - 'guy', i'm thinkin'.
Have fun in Scotland!
*is envious*
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And you will *not* think of us! You'll be having too much fun! But if you do? Feel up a Scotsman for me us. One in a kilt.
*la*
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Or I could cry. *peers at you* Would that work?
Because DAMN, they're living in a junker in a GARAGE? When John shows up I'm gonna shove a stick of TNT up his ass and blow his shit up. What the FUCK? Blonde Guy freaked me right the hell out. DEAN. RUN. And 18-year-old Dean with piss in his boot. And today-Dean with all his secrets.
Dude, though: tempeh burgers are good! Sweet-potato fries! Yummers! Have to admit I draw the line at pine-needle beer, but yeah. "Do I look like I'm gonna knit a sweater?" BWAH! Oh Dean.
I'm still not all that amused at your failure to follow proper procedure vis-a-vis the whole taking unplanned time off. What? It WAS planned? Not with me! No, ma'am! Things are getting sloppy around here. We need some ORDER, DAMN IT! Chain of command! Protocol!
::muttering::
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I am confessing, right here, right now, to liking all that food that Dean disparages. Miso gravy? Check. Tempeh burgers? Check. Sweet potato fries? You bet your ass. Poor Dean, not exposed to a wide range of culinary choices during his formative years. And who can we blame for that? Why yes, that paragon of parenting, John. Only in your fics, my dear, can Dean cook. It's sweet and I love it, but the boy's hopeless in my world. *Sigh.*
And you know, I think I sent in my vacation request MONTHS ago. Take it up with head office.
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Dean in a health food restaurant...good thing he wasn't armed. *grins*
did you notice how I didn't bug you for another part at all this week? Restrained, I was...(or was it the restraining order?) Anyway, since I can't bug you in Scotland (squee!! Scotland!! AWESOME!!) I'll have to save it all up for when you return. Just to warn ya...
I'm gonna go read this again, because...it's just that good.
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I was just responding above as to Dean's poor education in widening his culinary choices, and how we can all blame one person for that. John, John, John. Really, the man has a lot to answer for, not the least of which is why his son can't look a tofu dog in the eye.
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