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!):
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"You look like trouble."
John McClane is definitely not who Sam was picturing when Matt mentioned that he had another friend coming for Christmas. To be fair, Matt hadn't really given Sam a chance to grill him about who exactly was coming with the nervous flittering about he'd been doing for the past three days to get ready for the impending visit.
Sam just usually liked to be warned before meeting someone that could possibly twist his head off with his bare hands.
"Yep, definitely look like trouble."
Sam hated to admit it, but his measure against which all men were lined up was his father and then when old enough, Dean. They were both tough acts to follow but Sam thought maybe he'd finally met a guy who could kick both his father and Dean's asses.
"Are you trouble?"
Simultaneously.
With one hand tied behind his back.
Belatedly Sam realized he'd been asked a question. "Um, no?" he says and then wants to kick himself because he really should've sounded sure about that one.
"Y'know, I have ways of finding out," John McClane says conversationally, kicking his feet up onto Matt's coffee table and managing to knock over his new Iron Man action figure. Sam rights it before Matt can see it and freak out and John watches him with a bemused expression.
"Or," John continues, tucking his hands behind his head. "Maybe Matt likes you a little too much and your record will be mysteriously squeaky clean which will also be a bad sign."
"So, kind of a lose-lose for me then, huh?" Sam says and then looks up at John's scowl and drawn-together eyebrows. "Sorry, Sir," he blurts automatically and at this John's eyebrows climb his forehead.
"Be nice to him!" Matt's voice floats out from the kitchen along with the frantic sound of chopping vegetables.
"He is being nice," John calls with a smirk.
"You know I didn't mean him!" Matt snaps.
"Look Sir," Sam begins and at the second sir, John's face smooths out and he starts looking less murderous. Sam definitely knows this type of guy, the ones that respond to respect and can tell if you don't mean it.
Sam's always meant it.
"Matt's really important to me, and I get the impression you're important to him. So how about we eat turkey, get along and if you decide you really don't approve then you can kick my ass behind the apartment block later." It's Sam's turn to smirk now. "Or, y'know, at least try to."
"Oh believe me, if I decide to, your ass will be thoroughly kicked," John says, but now he's grinning too. He recrosses his feet on the coffee table, knocks over the Iron Man figure again and this time the head comes off.
They're both laughing when Matt comes back into the living room.
Neither of them get turkey and both of them get their asses kicked in the form of Wikipedia entries espousing their startling porn careers in different foreign countries.
It's the start of a beautiful friendship.
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Wheeeee!
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Also, YES, John McLane might be the one man capable of kicking Winchester ass without a doubt.
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However, John McClane sure is a tough guy, however, I do not believe he could
kick both his father and Dean's asses.
Simultaneously.
With one hand tied behind his back.
well, not really
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