Writing, not drowning

[kellifer]

I'm going to be at work alone tomorrow so I'm indulging in a meme... :D

YOU pick a scene from one of my fics that you want to see from another character's perspective. I write it! Any story, any POV.

My master lists are on my user info and are (mostly) up to date now. (I think just the last couple of stories I've written need to be put up there).

Not sure if anyone is around on a Sunday night... :)

Comments

[pizzapixie.livejournal.com]

I'd love to see more of Melinda's point of view in "Hunter's Moon". How she sees Dean react when they get Sam back. Yes, it's a hurt/comfort thing.I need some and you do it so well.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

“I don’t want to even look at it” Melinda said with a small shudder.

It was always fascinating to watch a Winchester eat, Melinda had learned. Dean ate with an unmatched gusto, devouring until his cheeks bulged and he couldn't fit more in. Melinda thought maybe Sam had rebelled and became an almost fussy eater by consequence, picking food apart and eating with almost surgical precision.

Except when he was tired or hurting.

Then, Sam mirrored Dean exactly so once they were done, all food in their path would look like the aftermath of a very small tornado.

Now Dean was trying to show her the photo of Sam, marbled and almost dead-looking and she cringed away from them, defending herself by shoving more cake in their direction.

These boys... she didn't know why she felt so protective, why it was easy, so, so easy to cling to them like they were her own. She wasn't much older than Dean herself but it didn't make a difference. Just the prospect of losing either of them so soon after...

So soon after.

“So, maybe you guys should think about sticking close by here,” Melinda urged, making both Sam and Dean look at her. “You’re safe here and…” she shrugged, making a helpless gesture with her hands.

She knew Dean more than Sam found Sanctuary almost stifling. He was... not exactly happy but certainly content there but she knew there was a difference. Every time Dean ranged out on a hunt that took him past the city limits he was a different man.

Sam though, in Sam Melinda saw someone who longed for roots but didn't quite understand how to go about putting them down. She knew their small town wouldn't hold the both of them for very long but she could dream.

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” Melinda interjected when both boys had turned their attention back to each other.

[pizzapixie.livejournal.com]

Jeez, you're awesome. Seriously. Thank you.