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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!):

[Poll #1500080]

3.

apieceofcake just ROCKS my socks. I now have a Supernatural fridge magnet, fridge calender and Winchester and snowman adorned card. *glees*

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Date: 2009-12-18 01:28 pm (UTC)

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I voted NO because I get too impatient with anything resembling a WiP, and poor robot!Dean would kill me if I didn't know what happens to him.

How about a happy moment from your Dean/Jess bodyswap fic as a timestamp? In fact, anything with boys being a little happy would do.

Date: 2009-12-22 03:46 am (UTC)

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Six months after it happened, Jess calls him. Dean's shocked as hell and tries to make her feel like she's crazy when she tells him she remembers everything but he's also close by and can't quite bring himself to say no when she asks to meet him at a local diner.

She looks nervous when she steps through the door, bottom lip caught between her teeth, but she spots him almost immediately and makes her way over. He makes to offer her coffee or maybe part of his danish but she blurts, "He misses you," before he has a chance.

"Um, okay?" Dean says. He watches Jess fidget with a shoe box she has in her hands for a moment and then catch a strand of her hair and tug it to the point where he thinks she's going to yank it out at the root. "Hey, no, it's okay. We hadn't seen each other in a while before... y'know," Dean says.

"Yeah, but now he won't, even if he wanted to. He's too worried about me remembering but I do now so I can just tell him that I know and-"

"You can't do that," Dean says, cutting her off.

"What? Why?"

"Because you know why you didn't want to remember. You didn't want anything to change between you. He didn't want anything to change. He's left this life and if you've been touched by it then..." Dean makes a helpless gesture with his hands. "My brother already kind of thinks he's a walking curse. We all got out of this relatively unscathed and I want it to stay that way."

"Don't you miss him?" Jess asks, looking distraught.

"Like a limb," Dean answers immediately, then shrugs. "You gotta just be Jess for him, not Jess and this. He'll start worrying about what else can happen to you and before you know it, it's the it's not you, it's me speech and that kid needs a girlfriend to reduce his enormous geekitude quotient."

"O...Okay," Jess says, a little too quickly and Dean knows in that moment that he's just told her exactly what she wanted to hear, that she could stay Jess for him, without the darkness. She wanted that. "Um, anyway, I thought you might like these," Jess says, pushing the shoebox across.

Dean raises his eyebrows and takes it, flipping open the lid. There are photos inside, a fat stack. On the top is one of Sam, obviously in a bar with rosy cheeks, his head tipped back, laughing his ass off.

"I've been getting double copies of the photos I take. I just... I know it's probably stupid but-"

"No..." Dean says, taking the stack out and starting to leaf through them. One thing he always regretted was not having photos of them. Their dad had never really been the stop and take a snap kind of guy. Apart from ID photos, Dean didn't have one photo of Sam past the age of thirteen.

"No, it's awesome," Dean says, swallowing hard. "Thanks."