My triumphant return to fanfiction!
THEN:
trinityofone: So I have this dumb idea for a Supernatural fic. It's kind of a one-joke thing, though.
turtlespeaks: What is it?
trinityofone: *explains*
turtlespeaks: Dude, what the hell is wrong with you?
trinityofone: So I had this idea for a tiny SPN fic but Korax thinks I'm being disgusting.
bmouse: Oh, tell me!
trinityofone: *does*
bmouse: *makes horrified face* Uh, I guess that could be a drabble...if you really wanted.
*at 2 in the morning, trinityofone decides she can't sleep so she's going to write the damn drabble*
trinityofone: *shows it to siriaeve*
siriaeve: If you were to post this, I would not object, purely for the thoughts of the LJ-wide reaction.
trinityofone: Well, I have not eaten breakfast yet and it's been a while since I've made an ass of myself on the internet, so OKAY!
NOW:
trinityofone presents a very special Supernatural drabble experience. Spoilers through 4x16.
Juice It
Sam’s eyes blazed yellow as a casual flick of his wrist sent Dean flying across the room. “Demon blood,” he said, his voice a low, unfamiliar growl. “Who knew it could make me so strong, so…powerful.”
Dean dragged himself slowly to his feet. “You know, it’s people like you who are ruining professional sports.”
With a gesture Sam pinned his brother to the wall. “You’re just jealous, Dean. You’ve always been jealous.”
“Nah. Actually, I’ve been downing some mystical Gatorade of my own.”
“Oh yeah? What?”
Suddenly, Sam found himself flat on his back. Above him, Dean grinned.
“Angel spunk.”
~END~
Yes, I know, the build-up was longer than the story. Er, "story."
*slinks away*
trinityofone: So I have this dumb idea for a Supernatural fic. It's kind of a one-joke thing, though.
turtlespeaks: What is it?
trinityofone: *explains*
turtlespeaks: Dude, what the hell is wrong with you?
trinityofone: So I had this idea for a tiny SPN fic but Korax thinks I'm being disgusting.
bmouse: Oh, tell me!
trinityofone: *does*
bmouse: *makes horrified face* Uh, I guess that could be a drabble...if you really wanted.
*at 2 in the morning, trinityofone decides she can't sleep so she's going to write the damn drabble*
trinityofone: *shows it to siriaeve*
siriaeve: If you were to post this, I would not object, purely for the thoughts of the LJ-wide reaction.
trinityofone: Well, I have not eaten breakfast yet and it's been a while since I've made an ass of myself on the internet, so OKAY!
NOW:
trinityofone presents a very special Supernatural drabble experience. Spoilers through 4x16.
Juice It
Sam’s eyes blazed yellow as a casual flick of his wrist sent Dean flying across the room. “Demon blood,” he said, his voice a low, unfamiliar growl. “Who knew it could make me so strong, so…powerful.”
Dean dragged himself slowly to his feet. “You know, it’s people like you who are ruining professional sports.”
With a gesture Sam pinned his brother to the wall. “You’re just jealous, Dean. You’ve always been jealous.”
“Nah. Actually, I’ve been downing some mystical Gatorade of my own.”
“Oh yeah? What?”
Suddenly, Sam found himself flat on his back. Above him, Dean grinned.
“Angel spunk.”
~END~
Yes, I know, the build-up was longer than the story. Er, "story."
*slinks away*