- I'm a reccer for
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.
- Work is progressing slowly for my
- 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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It fascinates him that there's blood, like he knew they were a part of Sam but never really fathomed that they were a part of Sam. He gets cut on them, just like if he skinned his knee or bumped his elbow. He'd caught one of his wings on a sharp bit of wood poking out from the unfinished barn door and now there was blood and Sam whining about it hurting but at the same time ducking Dean's attempts to take a look.
"Just... hold still for a sec, geez!" Dean grunts, finally pinning Sam with arms to the sides and the unhurt wing whacking him in the back of the head. He's got a determined look and a Hello Kitty bandaid in hand.
No squirming little brother is going to get out of being healed dammit.
2.
Dean's trying not to find it funny, but Sam has a snapped-off broom handle fashioned into a splint and he was taken out by a low-flying remote controlled toy helicopter.
Little Danny Spinken was mortified that he'd broken Sanctuary's resident celebrity and very own Big Bird and his insistence that he hold Sam's hand all the way back to town was only adding to the fact that this was the most hilarious thing in the history of ever.
3.
Stripped off pieces of Dean's shirt seemed like a good idea at the time.
4.
"No."
Dean lowers his hand, feather-pillow in it that he'd held triumphantly up for Sam's inspection. He frowns. "Why not?"
"I'll just put up with it till it's grown back in," Sam grumbles, tucking his wings tighter around himself. On the underside of his wing, courtesy of Sam actually tripping as he made a landing on the road behind the Impala and therefore sliding a few metres, is an impressive bald patch.
Sam's acting like this is as bad as the time with the Nair.
"Why not? Little super glue and some of these and no one will ever know."
Sam just scowls.
5.
He's not sure what else to do so he holds Sam's wing together with his hands and prayer. His brother is going ashy with blood loss and Dean screams for Bobby.
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That reminds me, I should post these so people can find them and I can find them later... :D I always forget to add ficlets by request to my masterlists.