Supernaturalpocky_slashOctober 14 2010, 23:06:10 UTC
Two hot, dysfunctional brothers drive around the country fighting monsters, later accompanied by a hot male angel, with a revolving door or hot recurring stars/guest stars. They Fight Monsters.
The fic that started it all...pocky_slashOctober 15 2010, 00:12:32 UTC
"You've been back from Hell for months and never told me?" Dean asked Sam, who was his brother and pretty much indistinguishable from him. "I'm super upset, but instead of telling you that, I'm just going to be passive-aggressively put out and wallow in manpain."
"That's okay," said Sam, "because Hell done fucked me up good, so I'll be too busy PTSD-ing all over the place to notice."
"WHAT IS DREAMING?" Castiel yelled from the back porch of Bobby's house. Dean was overcome with the urge to comfort him, but did not understand where this funny feeling came from or why it made his manparts tingly. He opted to use glaring as a way to distract himself.
"Castiel is here too?" he asked Bobby.
"Of course he is," Bobby said. "Who the hell do you think got Sam out of hell?" Then he turned to the back door and shouted, "Shut up about dreaming and come inside! I made you some fucking mittens!"
Re: The fic that started it all...mcwonthelotteryOctober 15 2010, 00:13:58 UTC
This is the best fic ever written. Thank god. Now I don't have to write it, and I can throw away these 7000 words and the 20,000 unwritten ones still in my head.
Re: The fic that started it all...mcwonthelotteryOctober 15 2010, 00:19:57 UTC
Sadly, there AREN'T mittens. That's why I'm putting them in my fic. This is pretty much the fic I'm writing as far as pocky_slash has been able to glean from my constant talking about it. And it's pretty spot on.
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"That's okay," said Sam, "because Hell done fucked me up good, so I'll be too busy PTSD-ing all over the place to notice."
"WHAT IS DREAMING?" Castiel yelled from the back porch of Bobby's house. Dean was overcome with the urge to comfort him, but did not understand where this funny feeling came from or why it made his manparts tingly. He opted to use glaring as a way to distract himself.
"Castiel is here too?" he asked Bobby.
"Of course he is," Bobby said. "Who the hell do you think got Sam out of hell?" Then he turned to the back door and shouted, "Shut up about dreaming and come inside! I made you some fucking mittens!"
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You've done the universe a service.
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ROFL Yes. Best description ever.
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WHAT IS DREAMING?" Castiel yelled from the back porch of Bobby's house.
THIS
AND THIS: "Shut up about dreaming and come inside! I made you some fucking mittens!"
*SCREAM*
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I LOVE YOU FOREVER!
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OMG ROFL. I CAN SO HEAR HIM SAYING THAT IN MY HEAD.
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