Ficlets by request

[kellifer]

I have 3 4 5 stories I really need to finish and my muse has completely and not unsurprisingly... abandoned me like a used candy wrapper on the side of the road.

Help me woo her back.

Request some timestamps/pre/post/missing scenes of anything I've written.

*Anything*

I'm not actually expecting many of you to be around because I think it's like night o'clock Sunday for most of you but what the hell.

I will write 3 4 5 as many as I can squeeze out before I actually get my mojo back and start writing what I'm supposed to be writing.

Hi new people who have recently joined, don't be shy. :)

ETA: Can anyone point me in the direction of any good up-for-grabs posted Justin Long icons??

Comments

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure I'm ready to write *that* story but I hope this will suffice.

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Dean doesn't know whether it's an imperative of his programming or the result of his imprinting but protectsamprotectsamprotectsam runs through his skull and the fine lacings of wires and nanites that live beneath it on a constant loop.

And currently he feels like he's doing a pretty damn crappy job.

He's the protector so it's odd to find himself relagated to a secondary role in their little family, of being the one they're trying to save.

The worst part is that the whole thing is hurting Sam in ways Dean can't fix and can't really fathom.

For instance, Sam is currently asleep. It's a blessing in part because Dean's pretty sure, okay, definitely knows that Sam hasn't slept in exactly forty-six hours, thirty nine minutes and twelve seconds. What's troubling is that Sam is actually less asleep and more passed out from exhaustion slumped over his laptop and a pile of books.

Dean watches Sam get hollowed out by his search to find their elusive answer, this particular hunt chipping pieces of good and okay off him so the not doing so hot is showing through underneath.

Dean feels powerless.

He wants to demand that Sam stop, that he no longer drives himself into the ground this way but he doesn't know how. Sam gets that determined expression and makes sure Dean knows that to not have him around will kill him quicker than anything he's currently doing to himself and Dean has to admit defeat and just watch Sam slowly destroy himself from the sidelines.

Dean wishes...

There's a miracle in itself, Dean supposes, considering he's more closely related to a toaster oven than his brother.

Dean wishes.

[lomer.livejournal.com]

Oh break my heart! But Dean wishing makes me think it's the first step in becoming "a real boy" as the story goes... Poor Sam. And Dean not knowing how to FIX it. Thank you so much for the story. It's wonderful. *g*

[charis-kalos.livejournal.com]

There's a miracle in itself, Dean supposes, considering he's more closely related to a toaster oven than his brother.

Um, my heart just snapped in two at that line. Which isn't good. I need my heart.

You've GOT to write another full length story in the 'verse!

[harrigan.livejournal.com]

squee!!! \o/

[onthehill]

*squeesqueee* \o/

[gypsy-atavari.livejournal.com]

Beautiful and heartbreaking.

Someday I really hope you find your way back to this verse for a nice long sequel. :-)

[starrylizard.livejournal.com]

ouch! *hugs them*

[oxoniensis.livejournal.com]

Oh, Dean wishing - my heart! I love this hint that he's becoming something more.

[lelann137.livejournal.com]

oh. dean needs a hug. brilliant story