March writing madness

[kellifer]

THIS is everything I want to get done and posted in March. I want to actually produce dammit! :D

1. Singer Salvage. (Gen, SPN, Bobby, Sam and Dean)

Status: Very overdue request fic for girlguidejones. Probably so overdue that GG has no memory of ever asking for this... heh.

Bobby thought he was done with being surprised considering the life he led. After meeting John Winchester and his sons, he decided he had to change his way of thinking on that, especially when six year old Sammy was left on his doorstep with a note pinned to his shirt and a toy horse clutched in his hands. The note simply said, do what's best, I know I have.

Bobby remembered sitting down to a beer with John and saying, this ain't no life for a child so young, watching Sammy rolling along the floor with two only newly weaned pups and Dean, all of ten, watchful but serious, cleaning guns.

He usually made a habit of keeping his own business and he should've done that night too.

Might not have ended up with a boy who was old enough to know his daddy had left him behind.

2. Untitled snarky Jared/Jensen fic for deirdre_c.

Status: Again possibly so overdue that D doesn't remember this one. It's a JP/JA Mentalist because I just got done DEVOURING that damn show and then recast it in my head.

"Oh, I love that show."

Jared cuts a glance at Jensen with a smirk as Jensen smacks a hand over his face and then rubs his forehead. "Not CSI Miss Andrews. CBI," Jensen repeats.

"Like that show Alias?"

Jared out and out laughs now as Jensen turns red.

"That's... the CIA. The police Miss Jenkins," he finally huffs. "We're the police."

3. OVERDUE as yet untitled birthday fic for oxoniensis. Gilmore Girls Supernatural verse.

Status: Woefully overdue and belated and all those horrible things.

"You call that a puppy?" Rory asks incredulously as she eyes the six foot whatever behemoth that's out back of Luke's chopping wood. Lorelai jabs her shoulder blade from behind, almost sending Rory sprawling out the screen door she's been trying to spy inconspicuously through at Luke's newest stray. Rory manages to keep her footing but makes an undignified squawk of protest and the guy looks up, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

"You're too old for him," Luke comments from his kitchen table, levelling the knife he'd been sharpening at Lorelai without looking up at her. Rory hides a giggle behind her hand right up until the knife swings her way. "And don't you think about going anywhere near him."

"Me? Why?" Rory asks, her voice edging towards a whine as she looks back at the lovely specimen of manhood who's resumed his quite frankly lovely manual labor.

Luke looks up and flicks his knife in his fingers. "He's too... unknown for you."

"You took him in," Rory points out. "And you're an excellent judge or character."

"If that were true I would've chased the both of you off my property as soon as I laid eyes on you," Luke remarks dryly.

4. apocabigbang fic which is DUE next week. Eep!

Status: Weekend writing of DOOM to get this one done.

Sam spins because Dean has already got his last two down but can't see anything for a moment. Finally, two shadows appear on top of an overturned semi-trailer to his left. Sam raises his rifle instinctively but one of the shadows is holding a hand up and waving frantically and something is so familiar about the figure that Sam lowers it again.

Dean is not so trusting, nudging Sam out of his line of fire with the still-hot barrel of his gun but Sam grunts and gets a hand on his arm, pressing down. "Wait... I think..." Sam starts to say and then the madly waving figure slips and nearly takes a header off the truck, his fall only arrested by the quick reflexes of the other man he's standing with and Sam breathes out.

"Matt?"