ooohhhh!!! Lovely! Thank you! Brotherly angst with a side of egg salad :-)
I loved it...from Dean still thinking that he's Harrison and finding hankies sexy to Sam wishing them home. What isn't Dean willing to do for Sam? :-) There are no bounds....
Thank you again for a wonderful birthday fic. I am off to read again (and call you!) and will hug it tight :-)
Let's clear a few things upmysticmhoragNovember 16 2008, 04:12:00 UTC
My dearest friend and sister seer,
Firstly, "malice into a fierce storm that screeched like a thousand bagpipes having sex with tomcats".
Bagpipes are no' malicious, but soothe your soul and make your thoughts wing home to gentleness. I cannae begin to comment on the tomcats. What people do the big cities is their own affair.
Finally, tha' boy..... oh, tha' boy. I'm almost tempted to send him to Hell meself. Using bad language to Miss Dolly Parton! He'd better no' come near me for some time or I might be tempted to use me powers.... a wee spell as a lizard or water vole might do tha' boy a power o' good!
Re: Let's clear a few things upseerargentNovember 16 2008, 04:34:09 UTC
Oooh cool cat eyes watching me! What the heck are you doing in my LJ on a Sunday? Shouldn't you be serving scones down at the kirk? Hee
Sorry I dissed the sacred bagpipes. Just be lucky I had to edit out the whole tartan them and all the Brigadoon lyrics so as not to scare too many readers.
As for Dolly. What was I thinking? I bow to her greatness (and her very pink website where I was looking up Dean's drowning lyrics).
Forgive me? *crosses fingers the next fic passes the Scottish/music test better* Tell me you have nothing against zombies? Hmmm?
*shuffles feet* Um. My mind is a dark and scary place?
Layers - Take them off! Take them all off! *blushes*
BTW your fic is still a'comin. Hit 16 pages, and I'm not exactly sure how far the muse's feelers have spread beyond my original perky little Dean/TV idea. *hides eyes* It's gone dark side. Really dark. Eek! Not sure when I'll get it finished. Was hoping this week but 4 other fic are racing it to the finish line. My muse only knows which fic will win. Don't give up hope though. Have an egg a cookie, on Dean while you wait.
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I loved it...from Dean still thinking that he's Harrison and finding hankies sexy to Sam wishing them home. What isn't Dean willing to do for Sam? :-) There are no bounds....
Thank you again for a wonderful birthday fic. I am off to read again (and call you!) and will hug it tight :-)
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Glad the angst in the crack salad didn't send you screaming for the hills. Enjoy your last 30 hours of freedom.
I'm going to try and fit the ep in before I go back to the hospital. Yay for an ep!
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*snerk*
I luff. And Dean smooshing all the ants.
*has glee*
Fun, fun stuff.
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And Dean (like Indy) had to have something he couldn't stand - so, ants it was. Glad you liked it.
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Hmm Dean in Hell. I think there was actually a lot of sex in Hell. Unfortunately, I have a feeling the kind of sex he got was non-consensual.
There's nothing quite like a symbolic egg for breakfast *G* Though Cas is lucky Dean didn't shatter him for threatening Sam.
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Firstly, "malice into a fierce storm that screeched like a thousand bagpipes having sex with tomcats".
Bagpipes are no' malicious, but soothe your soul and make your thoughts wing home to gentleness. I cannae begin to comment on the tomcats. What people do the big cities is their own affair.
Finally, tha' boy..... oh, tha' boy. I'm almost tempted to send him to Hell meself. Using bad language to Miss Dolly Parton! He'd better no' come near me for some time or I might be tempted to use me powers.... a wee spell as a lizard or water vole might do tha' boy a power o' good!
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Sorry I dissed the sacred bagpipes. Just be lucky I had to edit out the whole tartan them and all the Brigadoon lyrics so as not to scare too many readers.
As for Dolly. What was I thinking? I bow to her greatness (and her very pink website where I was looking up Dean's drowning lyrics).
Forgive me? *crosses fingers the next fic passes the Scottish/music test better* Tell me you have nothing against zombies? Hmmm?
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‘Dean. We’re the last people who should criticise anyone for wearing layers.’
Ain't that the truth?
*G*
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Layers - Take them off! Take them all off! *blushes*
BTW your fic is still a'comin. Hit 16 pages, and I'm not exactly sure how far the muse's feelers have spread beyond my original perky little Dean/TV idea. *hides eyes* It's gone dark side. Really dark. Eek! Not sure when I'll get it finished. Was hoping this week but 4 other fic are racing it to the finish line. My muse only knows which fic will win. Don't give up hope though. Have an egg a cookie, on Dean while you wait.
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Forget vodka body shots - the new SPN role-playing game is ...
The Winchester Cookie Crumble!
*wanders off snickering and wiping crumbs from my very satisfied lips*
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