Dean woke up fast, the echoes of nauseating windchimes fading as he stood up. He grabbed the knife underneath his pillow, tucked it into its sheath on his belt, and then stretched. "Man, that was the weirdest freakin' dream I have ever had, including the one where Robert Plant was a girl and I did him. Her. 'Cause he was a girl, I swear."
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The thing is, Roland doesn't actually need any encouragement. He's been palavering with Sirius for 4,000 words now, and they're still at the damned way station. And then all of a sudden he shows up with Dean and Sam and did you know Old Highway 99 starts (or is that ends?) in Blaine, Washington? It practically demands fic.
Also--have you seen the images on this page? Next time I get bored, I am so making awesomely amateur icons out of them. Especially the cover, because...mmm, gunslinger.
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...It's almost eery how well that all fits together. o_o Seriously, with all the details filled in through the fic it would read a lot like how things played out in The Wastelands I think.
*squee!* I hadn't seen that! I will join you in the crusade for boredom-defying amateur icons. There is no way I can resist that now.
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...That's a bald-faced lie, actually, and I could point out about six cases to back that up, but the odds are way better.
Besides, those boys are totally gunslingers.
And they have not forgotten the face of their father. *whimper*
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