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1. Since I am a lameass who totally failed at sending anyone ANYTHING this year, I am offering for Xmas timestamps or alternate POVs of anything I have written. C'mon, all is fair game. If you don't usually request something, go ahead. I will then aim to post them all between the 23rd-25th December.
2. I was meaning to have Robot!Dean done for Xmas but I am just not. HOWEVER, I am willing to post the first part of it, but think very carefully and then answer this poll (I just typed pole first... ha!):
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apieceofcake just ROCKS my socks. I now have a Supernatural fridge magnet, fridge calender and Winchester and snowman adorned card. *glees*
2. I was meaning to have Robot!Dean done for Xmas but I am just not. HOWEVER, I am willing to post the first part of it, but think very carefully and then answer this poll (I just typed pole first... ha!):
[Poll #1500080]
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Dean looks up at John who is staring at him impatiently, holding something out. Dean kind of shuffles backwards a little because John has on his I'm doing something I'm not entirely comfortable with expression.
John shakes his hand and whatever is in it jingles faintly. Finally Dean reaches out and takes what turn out to be keys. "What are these for?" he asks slowly.
"The Impala. We're going to be going our own ways for the most part so I bought a truck."
Dean blinks at John for a second. John has never trusted him with so much as a screwdriver outside of his primary care of Sam, even looked kind of sour and pissed off when Dean got into the back seat of the Impala, let alone driving.
"I thought... weren't you giving the Impala to Sam?" he asks, because that had been the plan. John had often talked of handing the keys over to his only son in an offhand way but there had been faint pride in his voice every time.
"Yeah, well," John huffed. "Things change. You stayed." John makes his way to the door of the motel. "Sam didn't," he mutters.
"Oh hey, kiddo," John says, pausing in the open doorway.
"Merry Christmas."
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Sorry! I didn't mean to make this a sad one. :(
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Was this the first time John called the robot 'kiddo'? *aching... so much aching*
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*pets him*
And John. Arrgh.
*flails at him*
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