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spnroundtable this month but my problem isn't getting stories to rec, it's narrowing it down and deciding what I want to rec first. Heh. I need to categorise the big mess of links I've been keeping.
- Work is progressing slowly for myspn_summergen fic. However, it's pretty cool when *just* when the Big Bang fics will trickle off these ones will start posting. We're pretty spoiled as a fandom for these few months.
- I'm feeling a wee bit nostalgic. Give me some five!things fic prompts if you're so inclined. My boss is away so I need something to fill the day up with.
spnroundtable this month but my problem isn't getting stories to rec, it's narrowing it down and deciding what I want to rec first. Heh. I need to categorise the big mess of links I've been keeping. - Work is progressing slowly for my
spn_summergen fic. However, it's pretty cool when *just* when the Big Bang fics will trickle off these ones will start posting. We're pretty spoiled as a fandom for these few months.- I'm feeling a wee bit nostalgic. Give me some five!things fic prompts if you're so inclined. My boss is away so I need something to fill the day up with.
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"You're an idjit."
2.
"Hey, I never said thanks for going to get the Impala when I was... otherwise engaged," Dean says, sipping at his beer on Bobby's porch. It's late in the day, they're both beat and Sam's snoring inside. It's a rare time where Dean knows where everyone he loves is and that they're safe.
"Wasn't any trouble. I didn't want some stranger stripping her for parts. Anyway, I knew you were gonna be needin' her... when you got better."
Dean looks up at the sky and then back at Bobby. "Yeah, anyway. Thanks."
3.
He knew it was a mistake, but Bobby had never chosen the easy way to do anything. When the fair lumbered it's way into town and set up in the clearing only ten minutes down from his place, he said screw it to keeping the boys inside and quiet and took them on down.
He regrets it of course, both kids being stuffed full of sugar and excitement and therefore going missing every three point two seconds, but it's kinda worth it too.
At least, it feels like it is now, as the sun sets and he tows a blinking Dean behind him and has Sam draped over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Their father's in the hospital and the least he could do was make two small boys forget about that for a few hours.
He wishes he could do more but for now, this has to be enough.
4.
It's lucky they're in some podunk town with a spotty internet connection or they'd be sunk. Least, that's what Bobby's thinking as he glares at Sam and Dean through the bars of their jail cell.
He gets a finger under his tie which always feels like a noose around his neck and swallows thickly. The deputy in front of him is taking his time reading very carefully the paperwork Bobby has forged.
He's not worried. Kid's not even old enough to have hair on his balls and he's mostly giving the paperwork the old once-over for looks. He confirms it when he says, "So, everything looks in order here. I'll just get the keys. It'll just be a sec Agent."
When the kid goes, Bobby looks back at Sam and Dean who are both bitin' on their lips, trying not to laugh. It always kills them when he's in a monkey suit.
Damn near kills him too.
"One word," he warns. "Just one word and I'll let them use my iPhone to look up that you two are on the Most Wanted list."
"You have a iPhone?" Sam manages to get out and then they're both off, laughing up a storm.
It shows how much Bobby cares that he doesn't leave them there to rot.
5.
"You're both idjits."
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The impala! The fair! Bobby has an iPhone! IdjitsX2!
This is exactly what I wanted. *smisHes Bobby, then you*
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