Fic meme!

[ratherastory]

Seen on de_nugis' and road_rhythm's LJs.

Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I will give you 1-3 sentences from or about it.

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[crazybeagle.livejournal.com]

It's bad enough being cursed with, well, woman-hood by a witch with a twisted sense of humor who thinks you're a chauvinist and need to learn a lesson. Experiencing "that" time of month before the spell wears off? Even worse. But what takes the cake? When it's Ruby who's the only one around to explain to you what exactly you're supposed to do during "that" time of month....In "Deanna" Winchester's eyes, a fate worse than death.
*cackles evilly*

[ratherastory.livejournal.com]

Dean's curled up into the tightest ball possible and praying for a quick death when the covers get ripped back unceremoniously from the bed, and Ruby's disapproving scowl comes into view. Dean groans pathetically.

"What do you want, bitch?"

"You better be nice to me, Deanna," Ruby sing-songs. "Sam told me what happened, and since he's being a typical guy he is putting as much physical distance between himself and his menstruating sister as possible."

"Not his sister," Dean snarls, trying to pull the covers back over his head with arms that are a lot shorter than he's used to.

"You are for now. Anyway, he blushed so hard I thought he'd burst a blood vessel, and then he practically begged me to come help you. So, here I am. Step one, Midol." She pulls a small bottle of pills and rattles them at Dean. "Midol is your friend. It'll get rid of the bloating and most of the cramps, if you're lucky. I also brought other supplies."

"Supplies?" Dean's almost afraid to ask, and Ruby rolls her eyes.

"Yes, short bus, supplies. You're probably only going to have to do this once, maybe twice before the curse wears off, which means you're lucky. Some of us had to do this for all our natural child-bearing years. So here's your choice: pads are easier, but you're more likely to leak and get blood all over your pants and your car seat. Tampons are harder, but less likely to leak."

"Oh my God." Death would be preferable to this. Or at least unconsciousness. It's easier to just dry-swallow the Midol Ruby hands over than to argue, though. "So, uh... how do they work?" Maybe death would be better, after all.

Ruby snorts. "Oh, no. My generosity does not extend that far. Here's a tip: use a thin pad just in case. Otherwise," she opens the box of tampons and takes out a folded piece of paper with some really unappealingly medical-looking illustrations of the female anatomy. "The tampons come with step-by-step instructions. You're a bright boy, or girl, whatever, I'm sure you'll figure it out."

Dean glares at her, but takes the box from her hands with as much dignity as he can muster. "Whatever."

"Yeah, don't bother to thank me or anything. Oh, and Dean?"

Dean turns, hand still poised on the door handle. "What?"

Ruby grins wickedly. "Try not to clench."

[crazybeagle.livejournal.com]

Currently laughing helplessly.
This is so perfect.
"Supplies?" "Yes, short bus, supplies."
"Oh, no. My generosity does not extend that far."
Exquisitely awkward and exactly what I was picturing. :D :D :D

[ratherastory.livejournal.com]

It was a great little fic idea. I'm glad you left it! Ruby and Dean snarking at each other is always fun. :)