I don't know whether it's
mini_nanowrimo but suddenly my brain has kind of gone 'splodey with ideas...
I've started this dark SPN apocafic where Dean is holding a bunch of survivors together and Sam is... Sam is holding the demons at bay... sort of...
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Tanny runs a metal car over his foot and Sam looks down. The little tow-headed boy tilts his face up and offers Sam a bright grin. It’s nice that people can still smile… given the circumstances. Sam supposes it’s probably easy to be able to let happiness in when you don’t know what you’re missing. Tanny was born after the Darkness.
“Don’t go bothering him,” Asher says, emerging from the shadows. He scoops Tanny up and offers Sam a wry smirk. “Sorry, Sir.”
“It’s fine,” Sam dismisses. “Could you do me a favour and scratch my nose?”
“Sure,” Asher says and moves forward. Right at the last minute Sam’s body lunges and a deep growl starts up in his chest.
“Outside the circle!” another voice snaps, whip-crack sharp. Asher stumbles back, white-faced, almost stumbling over Tanny in his haste.
Sam rotates his left wrist, the shackles clanking dully. “Sorry,” he says, eyes skipping down to his feet where his ankles are also restrained to a steel chair, bolted to the floor.
“It’s fine… just, don’t do that,” Dean says, coming into the dirty yellow light cast by the single, bare bulb. “And stop calling the kids in here would ya?”
“Yeah, I… yeah,” Sam nods.
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And then there's this idea that's kinda been burbling in the back brain and ambled it's way to the front when I read
misskatieleigh's lovely Bobby Fic... where Sam is seduced by a guy they later find out is Bobby's son and is wanting to get back at Bobby through the boys because he feels abandoned... because he left the life. Sam and Dean are basically the hunter's sons Bobby never had.... except he did.
Now, without further ado... Friday fic recs!
Now That We're Friends, I've Decided To Make You My New Project by
paper_jam11, (The Office, Pam, Kelly friendship) - I am *adoring* this season of the Office so have been more motivated to read fic lately. Jim's sense of play is back and him and Pam are adorable and this is very cute.
Second Life by
juteux, (The Office, Pam/Jim) - Speaking of which...
Parade Rest by
janedavitt, (SG-1, Cam/Daniel) - Holy guacamole! Just the very idea of Cam/Daniel is almost too pretty... but in Jane's hands... *fans self*
Doing Time by
eloise_bright, (SPN, Gen, wee!chesters) - This is adorable and spot on and I love her Jim.
The Ashen Apple Of These Days by
embroiderama, (SPN, Gen) - Ow! This hurts in all the best ways.
Sam/Jack/Daniel - Date by
surreallis, (SG-1, Jack/Sam/Daniel - comment fic) - Scroll down to the story. I adore pornocopia because we got j/s/d fic out of
surreallis and really, no one does it better...
I've started this dark SPN apocafic where Dean is holding a bunch of survivors together and Sam is... Sam is holding the demons at bay... sort of...
---
Tanny runs a metal car over his foot and Sam looks down. The little tow-headed boy tilts his face up and offers Sam a bright grin. It’s nice that people can still smile… given the circumstances. Sam supposes it’s probably easy to be able to let happiness in when you don’t know what you’re missing. Tanny was born after the Darkness.
“Don’t go bothering him,” Asher says, emerging from the shadows. He scoops Tanny up and offers Sam a wry smirk. “Sorry, Sir.”
“It’s fine,” Sam dismisses. “Could you do me a favour and scratch my nose?”
“Sure,” Asher says and moves forward. Right at the last minute Sam’s body lunges and a deep growl starts up in his chest.
“Outside the circle!” another voice snaps, whip-crack sharp. Asher stumbles back, white-faced, almost stumbling over Tanny in his haste.
Sam rotates his left wrist, the shackles clanking dully. “Sorry,” he says, eyes skipping down to his feet where his ankles are also restrained to a steel chair, bolted to the floor.
“It’s fine… just, don’t do that,” Dean says, coming into the dirty yellow light cast by the single, bare bulb. “And stop calling the kids in here would ya?”
“Yeah, I… yeah,” Sam nods.
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And then there's this idea that's kinda been burbling in the back brain and ambled it's way to the front when I read
Now, without further ado... Friday fic recs!
Now That We're Friends, I've Decided To Make You My New Project by
Second Life by
Parade Rest by
Doing Time by
The Ashen Apple Of These Days by
Sam/Jack/Daniel - Date by
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