ratherastory (
ratherastory) wrote2013-07-05 02:06 pm
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Prompt meme!
Shamelessly stolen from
de_nugis.
Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I will give you 1-3 sentences (or more) from or about it.
I haven't been writing much (apart from my summergen, which keeps getting longer on me and is giving me terrible trouble and I am worried my recipient will hate it and oh God... anyway), so this feels like a fun way to get back into the swing of things.
All my fandoms are fair game. That's Supernatural, H50, Leverage, White Collar, Avengers (and all related Marvel movies that I've seen), and if you know I watch a TV show but haven't written anything for it yet and feel like taking a chance, you should go for it. (Ones that spring to mind are Person of Interest and Teen Wolf, among others.)
Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I will give you 1-3 sentences (or more) from or about it.
I haven't been writing much (apart from my summergen, which keeps getting longer on me and is giving me terrible trouble and I am worried my recipient will hate it and oh God... anyway), so this feels like a fun way to get back into the swing of things.
All my fandoms are fair game. That's Supernatural, H50, Leverage, White Collar, Avengers (and all related Marvel movies that I've seen), and if you know I watch a TV show but haven't written anything for it yet and feel like taking a chance, you should go for it. (Ones that spring to mind are Person of Interest and Teen Wolf, among others.)

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Of all the things Dean considered Sam might be hiding from him, this hadn't even made it on the list. Cas is sitting on the first step at the top of the cellar stairs, looking smug, damn him, because of course he was the one to tell Dean that Sam being all shifty wasn't anything to worry about. The thing is, Dean is a worrier, always has been, and he wasn't about to take Cas' word for it that everything was fine, not with Sam acting all cagey and skulking around without telling Dean what he was up to.
Sam is looking at him expectantly now, all big blue eyes and trembly lower lip, clutching the tiny grey bundle to his chest as though Dean might just snatch it away and toss it outside into the nearest snow drift. Because of course Dean is just the sort of guy to go around murdering kittens.
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