[livejournal.com profile] with_a_kay had an excellent sanity-saving idea. I think the walking-through-treacle-ness of my Big Bang is currently crushing my muse's spirit (I can only make her feet out from underneath the pile like the Wicked Witch and someone is about to snag her ruby slippers the bastards) so...

Prompt me with crack-y J2 or Sam-Dean AU ideas. I will brain dump craft the first 5 requests. (Keep requesting after the five if I get that many if you like because I plan a marathon writing session over the weekend and may need small breaks to write crack).

Help a girl to stop her creative brain leaking out of her ears.

From: [identity profile] kellifer-fic.livejournal.com


"Dude, no one wants to see that."

Dean is looking at the chocolate lab practically sitting on his feet when Bobby comes out of his house. It's got its face tipped up to Dean and is panting, big doggy grin on its face and tongue lolling out to the side.

"Hey kid, you pick up a stray?" Bobby asks. He'd heard the Impala all the way down his drive and had come out with three long-necks in his fingers. Now he hands one to Dean and looks behind him, expecting Sam to be emerging from the car and not finding him.

"Yeah, you could say that," Dean says and the dog whuffs. If Bobby didn't think it was crazy, he would swear the noise was one of exasperation.

"Where's your better half?" Bobby asks. The dog crosses to him and nudges a nose against the beer he hasn't opened himself.

"About that," Dean says and then looks at the dog, grimacing.
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