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The love/art/fic I've received for my wing!fic verse means that I'm working on another installment of it rather than working on my various ficathons *shifty eyes*...
It's weird because I really *did* only mean for it to be the initial three stories but I guess flattery gets you everywhere... heh. It's the main reason why I dutifully heap praise on the verses created by other authors that I love... how else am I going to ensure they keep writing them?? :)
So, the next story is kind of expanding Dean's role in the mythos (I know he's the voice of the story but up until now I've kind of felt like he's been relegated to narrator) and was where I was originally going to go but didn't feel like I had space for it just in the three stories. Making this an ongoing 'verse means I have plenty of room to frolic... and maybe have the boys indulge in a little pranking...
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Dean was making himself a sandwich when Sam finally appeared, the clatter of Hell Hound’s nails on the boards of the porch heralding his arrival, followed only a few seconds later by the gentle kathump-ump of Sam touching down. He’d been ranging further out lately, seeing how far he could get without tiring too much. His speed and agility were also improving as the weeks and months wore on, Dean not even able to connect anymore when they took out the paintball rifle.
Sam tipped Dean a grin as he came into the kitchen. His little brother had never understood the subtle nuance of the well-played prank. You didn’t gloat, merely played audience and then moved on, the other person’s awareness of how awesome you were for pulling it off the only reward. Sam still did the thing where he licked his finger and gave himself an air point that bugged the crap out of Dean.
It's weird because I really *did* only mean for it to be the initial three stories but I guess flattery gets you everywhere... heh. It's the main reason why I dutifully heap praise on the verses created by other authors that I love... how else am I going to ensure they keep writing them?? :)
So, the next story is kind of expanding Dean's role in the mythos (I know he's the voice of the story but up until now I've kind of felt like he's been relegated to narrator) and was where I was originally going to go but didn't feel like I had space for it just in the three stories. Making this an ongoing 'verse means I have plenty of room to frolic... and maybe have the boys indulge in a little pranking...
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Dean was making himself a sandwich when Sam finally appeared, the clatter of Hell Hound’s nails on the boards of the porch heralding his arrival, followed only a few seconds later by the gentle kathump-ump of Sam touching down. He’d been ranging further out lately, seeing how far he could get without tiring too much. His speed and agility were also improving as the weeks and months wore on, Dean not even able to connect anymore when they took out the paintball rifle.
Sam tipped Dean a grin as he came into the kitchen. His little brother had never understood the subtle nuance of the well-played prank. You didn’t gloat, merely played audience and then moved on, the other person’s awareness of how awesome you were for pulling it off the only reward. Sam still did the thing where he licked his finger and gave himself an air point that bugged the crap out of Dean.