Before Xmas todo list...

[kellifer]

So I'm going on mini hiatus when I'm off work from the 15th of December to after the New Year so this is what I really *have* to get done before that.

Sweet Charity Fic 1

Status: In progress

"Bobby Singer," Bobby finally blurts, realising he'd just been standing and pumping John's hand without a word verging on an awkward handful of minutes. They drop hands and John turns to his boys, putting a hand out and behind Dean but not actually touching him like he was almost herding his boys forward into the house.

"I appreciate what you're doing," John says, eyes now fixed on Dean who has been guided by Sam until his hands have bumped up against the front door. Dean feels for a moment before he finds the catch of the screen and pulls it back, shuffling out of the way just enough to be able to pass through.

"I thought you were here to do me a favor," Bobby says almost absently and John huffs a wry chuckle.

"Jim is salt of the earth but he's an awful liar," John says with a rueful shake of his head. "If this is any kind of inconvenience then you just say the word and we'll-"

"Nonsense," Bobby immediately dismisses, waving a hand. "Had a few things needed doing for years. I'm grateful you came."

John looks incredulous for a moment but then rubs a hand over his face and nods. "I'm not real comfortable with taking charity."

"I'm not real comfortable with givin' it and I don't intend to. I told you, I got stuff need's doin'."

"Okay then," John says and his face clears a touch. Inside the house there's a thump and Dean cursing words Bobby wasn't sure a ten year old should know, some even he didn't know.

Both men look at each other for a moment. "Last chance," John offers with a grimace and Bobby laughs.

Sweet Charity Fic 2

Status: In Progress - Yes, I'm finally going to finish Abscido

Rodney’s brow furrowed. “You mean if they find out I’m not a Doctor they’ll release me?” he squeaked, eyes shining with excitement. Halley’s quick shake of the head had Rodney’s hope flicker out and die.

“Not release, no,” she said.

“What, you’re suggesting I pretend to know what I’m doing?” Rodney’s voice was a harsh whisper and his panic was growing.

“Just basic triage. Just… try not to kill anyone,” Halley said, giving Rodney a push inside. He was immediately collected by a harried looking older man who started immediately praising deities Rodney had never heard of that they had another doctor.

Rodney looked back at Halley who had a hand on the doorframe and a worried look on her face.

Oh crap, Rodney thought. Why did I always tune Carson out?

This is what I would like to get done...

Small town cops AU

Status: In progress

Dean’s in just an undershirt and his uniform pants, belt hanging open when the phone rings. For a moment he thinks it’s just one of those heavy-breathers on the other end and is about to swear long and colorfully when he realizes that the wet mouth sounds are more like a child than a horny old man getting his rocks off. Dean takes a stab in the dark and says, “Molly?”

“Dad smells funny and he won’t wake up,” the high, sweet voice of Sam’s first born manages to get out in a rush. Dean feels his insides turn to water and he grips the phone handset so hard it’s a wonder he doesn’t crack the plastic.

“You stay there baby, I’ll be round in two shakes,” Dean says and drops the phone. He’s at a full run by the time he hits the sidewalk at the bottom of his apartment. He’s only two streets away from Sam’s place, thank Christ but it still feels like hours before he reaches the neat little yellow house.

A resurrected SPN fic - the fic is resurrected, not the characters

Status: Light at the end of the tunnel - this is one that I salvaged off the undead harddrive and realised I had nearly finished and have no *idea* why I abandoned...

“Exorcism didn’t work. Nothing worked but Bobby found an old incantation that would draw a demon out and into another living vessel. The Winter Knot went with the demon though and we would be playing ‘Pass The Demon’ for eternity.”

“You did it anyway?” Dean hazards and Sam winces.

“Not before I found a way to make the demon powerless. I started thinking that maybe the Devil’s Trap didn’t just work on walls and floors. It’s the symbol that has power, the magic in the line and form. I talked to some connections of Missouri’s and most of them agreed that the hands and feet should work.”

“Should?” Dean says slowly. “You mean you didn’t know?”

“Not for sure,” Sam admits. “Bobby wouldn’t have anything to do with it but I-”

“Fuck me!” Dean blurted. “You’re still possessed?”

Jess Mariano and Sam Winchester visit Stars Hollow

Status: In Progress - Followup to You Don't Have To Be Crazy To Work Here (But It Helps)

"We're supposed to be leaving in like... five minutes."

Jess stands, exasperated, at the end of his bed. The focus of his exasperation is sprawled in an untidy heap of limbs and shaggy hair right in the middle and hasn't moved despite Jess's very valiant efforts to be as noisy as possible as he got ready.

"I can be ready in twenty seconds flat, believe me," a voice opines from under an arm that has been thrown as flimsy defence over eyes as Jess throws the bedroom curtains wide and sun bleeds into the room. "So leave me alone for four minutes and forty seconds."

"You've just used up your four minutes arguing for your four minutes," Jess points out, jiggling a foot that it temptingly exposed to the air. It disappears under the blankets as soon as the gentle jiggle turns into a scraping of nails on the underside of the sole.

"You're mean," Sam announces, finally levering himself upright. He pokes out his tongue and Jess has to laugh because Sam is six-foot-plus of scarred, lean behemoth and he resembles a petulant six year old if he doesn't get to sleep in.

Keptverse fic

Status: Not started as yet but there are floaty ideas - The Milo-Adrian POV from And Paid For with a little more backstory. I'm also tempted to write a little something about NPH as a Buyer...

No snippet as yet because I haven't staaaaarted.

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"I appreciate what you're doing," John says, eyes now fixed on Dean who has been guided by Sam ....

Sweet charity fic 1 huh!! Love this little taster *grins like a loon*