I keep opening work in progress files, sighing and closing them again.
Stealing this idea from
rei_c because I think I need a brain reboot.
Give me 3-5 words and a fandom and I will do you a comment fic.
Maybe knocking out some wee litte fics will get my brain going again...
Stealing this idea from
Give me 3-5 words and a fandom and I will do you a comment fic.
Maybe knocking out some wee litte fics will get my brain going again...
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Supernatural
If you happen to still be in the mood. :)
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Sam was sitting on the kitchen counter, swinging his legs and bending his arm at an almost painful-looking angle to see the scrape on his elbow. He looked up at Dean though, holding the box of novelty bandaids and took a big, watery gasp of air.
"Snoopy," he said, tone brooking no argument. Dean sighed dramatically and went into the living room, thrown into dull blues by the television. His dad was on the couch, a beer in one hand and the remote in the other. He'd been sad lately, more than usual and Dean tried not to bother him when he was sad but he was a man on a mission.
"Sammy wants snoopy," he said, holding the box of bandaids out and shaking it. John looked across at him and blinked, a little bleary-eyed from the beer.
"Check the cave, he's been hiding stuff all week."
Dean looked across at the pile of pillows and blankets that Sammy had allocated his cave. Dean knew most kids built forts but they were Winchesters. Dean dropped to his haunches and duck-waddled inside, finding his lucky red t-shirt, his Dad's watch and a pile of candy wrappers. Right at the back, under a Latin phrase book and the rock they'd painted a face on to give Sam a pet was a pile of bandaids, all snoopy.
Dean took one and replaced the rest, stopping on his way out to snag his shirt.
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Thanks muchly!
SL
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OK, the rock thing makes me want to cuddle poor Sam.
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