WTH brain?

[kellifer]

So I know there are eleventy million other things I should be doing right now but I'm suddenly inspired to go back to my Big Bang fic. My muse has been particularly scatter-brained of late and is refusing to cooperate with even the most simple of commands.

What's good though is revisiting a fic and finding you wrote sections you don't remember and are further along than you remember even. It's like finding $20 in your pocket you forgot about.

I'm 4,534 words in already and I think I should just damn-well finish this thing because I really like it and it's been sitting outside the doors of my brain scratching at the windows for long enough...

To say Mary wasn’t exactly impressed to only find out that the Imitant had been delivered when she went down into the basement to do a load of washing was an understatement. She appeared at the top of the stairs, tugging the Imitant behind her by the hand with her expression thunderous.

“John Winchester!” she called, finally finding him hiding out in the garage, Sammy in a sling across his back and kicking his feet to the tinny sound of music emanating from inside the Impala. John was leaning under the hood, wrench in hand and only narrowly avoided bashing his skull on the underside. Sammy gurgled and waved tiny fists in the direction of his mother.

“I wasn’t going to leave him down there forever,” John grumbled, wiping his hands off on a rag tucked into his belt.

“I nearly had a heart attack,” Mary scolded, passing a hand over the Imitant’s head, fluffing his hair the way John had wanted to do. “I thought one of the neighbour’s kids had been stuck down there all night or something.”

“Sorry,” John apologised, leaning forward for a kiss that Mary neatly ducked, freeing Sammy and stepping away again all in one smooth motion.

“We have to imprint him,” Mary said, leaning down to the D-19’s level who automatically put his arms out.

“No!” John snapped and Mary looked back at him, standing and drawing Sammy close again. The Imitant’s arms stayed up but his head swivelled to look at John, expression curious. “Can we just not… do that?” John implored.

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I'm pretty sure I've told you before that I'm in love with the premise of this story.

The fact that you're working on it again? Yeah, I made a very happy noise.