help meeeeeee

[obstinatrix]

Urgh. Okay, I'm horribly See Spot Run with my writing today. And, you know, yesterday as well. Not funny. I have porn that needs to be written. And, you know, spn_summergen. (A pause while I cry about that. Okay, done.) I am 22K into a J2 AU which I may sit on until after Big Bang season but really want to get written because it's eating my brain; I owe a Sam/Dean/Cas for help_nz - and, damn, it is hard to get those three to fuck. And then there's DCBB which I'm not even thinking about. I did at least get some work done on the PhD this morning, but I'm off work tomorrow, and I reckon that means half a day for PhD stuff and half a day for J2 AU. And then possibly fictictactoe, if I can get on a roll. But apparently I do not have a roll to get on right now. SO.

Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.

Masterlist is here.

um. someone please request something? I fail at life today.

Maybe I shouldn't sign up for the samdean_otp minibang thingy if I'm having this much trouble getting shit done. But I'm totally going to. GOOD LIFE CHOICES, I MAKE THEM.

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[obstinatrix.livejournal.com]

She inclines her head, still smiling, and Dean doesn't miss the way her eyes flicker down to their joined hands. "It's difficult, though, when it's someone you love. I know that." She hefts the bulk of files in her arms and nods towards the door before he can formulate a response. "You call if you need anything, okay?"

Dean blinks after her slowly. A year ago, if she'd pulled a stunt like that, he'd have been eyeing her ass and thinking of ways to slip he's my brother into their next conversation without it sounding crass. Today, though, it - doesn't really feel like it matters. He's here with Sam, where he oughta be, and she's recognised that. For whatever reason, Dean doesn't really give a shit about any of the ways she's gotten it wrong, because she has the main thing bang on: he belongs with Sam. Sam belongs with Dean.

By the time he turns back to Sam, mouth open to respond to him, finally, he's fallen asleep. His hand is still tight on Dean's, long, strong fingers, but he's definitely dead to the world. His mouth has fallen open the way it always has, that soft, open-faced expression he's worn in his sleep for as long as Dean can remember.

How'd we end up here, Dean? Sam asked, and Dean doesn't know. But maybe - maybe he knows why.

He squeezes Sam's hand before he speaks, just to check he's asleep. Sam squirms a little, grips back harder, but he's gone. Oh, man, he's gone. Dean bites his lip, smiles slowly.

"Love you, Sam," he says, under his breath. There's nobody to hear, after all. It can't hurt.

Sam isn't awake to overhear and mock, so Dean guesses he can probably afford to let him live.

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[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

*high-pitched dolphin noises*

H/C with drugged, sleepy, out of it Sam! Dean being sneakily sentimental! And this: They didn't choose Howard so much as Howard grew up around them without so much as a by-your-leave, I love that, the way their lives now are unexpected, but so organic and natural to them.

THANK YOU!!!!

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[obstinatrix.livejournal.com]

:DDD YOU ARE WELCOME! I enjoy playing in this universe greatly. :)

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[harrigan.livejournal.com]

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