Actually that's not totally true - because currently my homelife is lovely. New flatmate is awesome, I have a squishy cat who meets me at the door (although that probably has something to do with me arriving at dinner time) and we're still in that polite stage. ("Do you mind if I use the washing machine?" "Of course not!" "Can I have some of your drink?" "Absolutely!" "Do you need the bathroom because I was going to have a shower" "No, I'm fine thanks!") I'm thinking the Stepford thing won't last... heh
But I haven't really been able to read the f-list for a week and so there was a lack of Friday fic recs and I'm afraid there won't be one this week either... I'll just have to do a massive January New Year fic rec list - maybe blasts from the past etc...
Also - I haven't written anything for days and it's weird for me. I just can't face the laptop when I'm finished work... even to the point where I'm leaving it *at* work so I can just vedge out when I finally get home.
Today I wrote a little though... the followup I've been thinking of for A World Of His Own Making for a little while. Sam is run to ground, Dean recovers and Bobby is awesome... which I think is his default setting.
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Bobby had always known it was coming, the hunt that would take over his life. He was a hunter’s son of a hunter’s son and it pressed down on him, as heavy as being seventh of the seventh. He’d spent too long centralised, hunters coming to him with their poor wretched flesh cages filled on up with demon.
It was only a matter of time.
Bobby had lost enough for a lifetime. He knew he wasn’t going to stand for it. He’d lost his own wife and son, one to an accident and one to the big C. He wasn’t going to lose the Winchester boys as well.
Running down Sam was saving Dean to boot. Bobby knew that well enough. Sam had cordoned Dean off in his own way, benched him in a matter of speaking. Bobby only had the slim hope that breaking Sam of whatever had taken him over would set Dean to rights.
The last five years, Bobby had pretty much been functioning on hope alone.
But I haven't really been able to read the f-list for a week and so there was a lack of Friday fic recs and I'm afraid there won't be one this week either... I'll just have to do a massive January New Year fic rec list - maybe blasts from the past etc...
Also - I haven't written anything for days and it's weird for me. I just can't face the laptop when I'm finished work... even to the point where I'm leaving it *at* work so I can just vedge out when I finally get home.
Today I wrote a little though... the followup I've been thinking of for A World Of His Own Making for a little while. Sam is run to ground, Dean recovers and Bobby is awesome... which I think is his default setting.
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Bobby had always known it was coming, the hunt that would take over his life. He was a hunter’s son of a hunter’s son and it pressed down on him, as heavy as being seventh of the seventh. He’d spent too long centralised, hunters coming to him with their poor wretched flesh cages filled on up with demon.
It was only a matter of time.
Bobby had lost enough for a lifetime. He knew he wasn’t going to stand for it. He’d lost his own wife and son, one to an accident and one to the big C. He wasn’t going to lose the Winchester boys as well.
Running down Sam was saving Dean to boot. Bobby knew that well enough. Sam had cordoned Dean off in his own way, benched him in a matter of speaking. Bobby only had the slim hope that breaking Sam of whatever had taken him over would set Dean to rights.
The last five years, Bobby had pretty much been functioning on hope alone.
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also, STORY. *big eyes* (I'm currently slumped against my oven as I wait for cookie dough to set up enough to make cookies, so I am a bear of very little brain)
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aw squishy kitty! those are always fun.