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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"Laptop."
Dean grits his teeth, because it's nearly eleven o'clock and Sam's off-schedule by at least an hour without showing any signs of coming away from whatever it is he's obsessing over on the internet. He stalks over to the computer table, intent on slamming the laptop shut and throwing it out the nearest window if he has to, and stops short when he sees what's on the screen.
"I thought you worked on your translation stuff in the morning?"
Sam shakes his head. "I took on an extra contract, short deadline."
"Why the hell would you do that?" His brother doesn't look up, fingers flying over the keyboard, shoulders hunched in the way he gets only when he's feeling guilty about something. "Sam."
"We need the money. I heard you tell Cas... I couldn't make it work otherwise, I'm sorry. I tried, but there wasn't any other way." Sam still hasn't looked up, but his hands are shaking.
Dean reaches over and closes the laptop, and Sam lets him, dropping his gaze to his lap. "Okay, enough," he says gently. "Here's what's going to happen. You're going to take your meds, and we're going to go to bed. When we've both slept, we're going to have a long talk about money, and why you need to come talk to me before you freak out about conversations you eavesdropped on. Got it?"
"Wasn't eavesdropping," Sam mutters, but he lets Dean lead him away without protest, thank God.
They'll sleep on it, and in the morning it'll all look better.
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