Since I seem to actually have started writing again I don't feel so bad about this...

[kellifer]

I'm pretty literal when it comes to naming stuff before it actually has a title...

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Feel free to ask about anything and I'll tell you the premise or paste you a tidbit for any of these.

I've culled a lot that I was never going to finish/write. It kind of looks... manageable.

Supernatural

- GG/Supernatural fusion
- Angsty!powers!Sam
- Werewolf AU
- AKB Justin/Jared story
- Dean Pretender!thingy
- Jess and Sam

Inception

- I was dreaming but I should have been with you instead
- Eames buys Arthur but not really wot?
- Sidekick!Arthur superhero thingy

Comments

[rainey-creek.livejournal.com]

A Dean Pretender!thingy? Is all eyes! (Actually, they are all of the intriguing...)

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

This started life called Everything I know about The Pretender I learned off wiki. I'm basically not going to even attempt canon and if the powers!Sam thingie doesn't end up being as long as I think then it might end up being my gen big bang.

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A folder is thrown in front of him, color photos splashing across the table.

"What's this?" Dean asks, leaning forward and scooping the photos into some kind of order. He always hates this part, the introduction, because his Handler has a sense for the dramatic and Dean wishes he would just get on with it. As expected, Leyland merely drops into the chair opposite Dean and makes a go on and look for yourself gesture with his hand. "Can I ask for a new Handler?" Dean grumbles as he flicks through the photographs and file pages.

"You love me, don't try to deny," Leyland says and Dean would have something to say to that if he didn't always feel a little sorry for Leyland. Dean knew it was hard on the guy, sending agents out to do work he'd carefully put together. He'd washed out of training. Dean didn't know the exact details but while he'd had the brain capacity for the job, he hadn't had that certain something that let him actually get out in the field. The Agency was very particular about its field agents and Leyland was doomed to drive a desk until he retired.

Dean cut him some slack, but only up to a point. "What am I looking at?" he asked again because while the photos were of quite grisly scenes, there was no cohesion. He was used to tracking down serial offenders and there was always a pattern he could discern but this...

This was so disjointed Dean didn't see how it could be the work of the same guy.