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.
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"Yes," the boy says firmly. He coughs then and Dean turns him a little so he can pour some water over the kids face. It's smudged with black but the kid doesn't protest about the dousing, instead tips his face up and then dries it with the overlong t-shirt he's wearing.
The t-shirt was as black as his face so he only makes the mess worse than it was originally.
Dean chuckles.
"Let's maybe go over and drop you off so your dad doesn't strangle the poor policeman, yeah?"
"Okay," the boy says agreeably. His voice is a little rough and Dean dreads to think what would have happened if he hadn't checked under that kitchen counter on a whim. The place went up fast, all plasterboard and cheap plywood, nice and flammable.
He had no idea why he'd knocked the cupboard open with a boot and was surprised as hell to find a kid stashed in it, hiding his face in a threadbare bunny rabbit. Dean now retrieves the toy from under his arm where he'd stowed it when he was settling the kid and the kid reaches out and curls it into himself.
"What's your name?" Dean asks.
"Sammy."
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