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brightly_lit) wrote2014-10-16 08:49 pm
brightly_lit) wrote2014-10-16 08:49 pm
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Fic: Boxes
And another 10.2 episode tag! 150 words again, since I can’t seem to write less.
Title: Boxes
Warnings: horror (probably only PG-13), but gen
Summary: Sam knows exactly where Dean fits into his life, now.
There were boxes everywhere, neatly labeled in Sam’s careful handwriting: “left arm,” “right calf.” There was the perfect spot in the bunker to store them all, too.
All attempts to turn Dean human had failed. His blood wouldn’t work on Dean--too genetically similar--and there was no one else left who would help them. “Far as I can tell, you’re a Knight of Hell,” Sam had told Dean, right before making the final cut. “Time to put you into storage like Abaddon until I can figure something else out.”
Sam glanced at Dean’s lifeless head before rolling over to go to sleep. It was almost like the good old days in hotel rooms, when Dean was the last thing he saw every night, and the first thing he saw every morning.
If once upon a time keeping a severed head on the nightstand had seemed odd, he no longer remembered it.
Title: Boxes
Warnings: horror (probably only PG-13), but gen
Summary: Sam knows exactly where Dean fits into his life, now.
There were boxes everywhere, neatly labeled in Sam’s careful handwriting: “left arm,” “right calf.” There was the perfect spot in the bunker to store them all, too.
All attempts to turn Dean human had failed. His blood wouldn’t work on Dean--too genetically similar--and there was no one else left who would help them. “Far as I can tell, you’re a Knight of Hell,” Sam had told Dean, right before making the final cut. “Time to put you into storage like Abaddon until I can figure something else out.”
Sam glanced at Dean’s lifeless head before rolling over to go to sleep. It was almost like the good old days in hotel rooms, when Dean was the last thing he saw every night, and the first thing he saw every morning.
If once upon a time keeping a severed head on the nightstand had seemed odd, he no longer remembered it.
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I just had this feeling you'd be down for some horror--I definitely thought of you, writing it, so I'm glad you liiiiikeeeed. :-D And now, of course, I can't wait for you to see 10.2!
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Come be the demon!Dean to my soulless!Sam. Or Samifer. Probably Samifer. <3
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Deanmon/Samifer ftw!!
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I looooove my horror. Horror games, horror movies, horror books, horror fics.
… which makes me sound like a serial killer. But I'm not. I have adorable cats and My Little Ponies, honest!
Alright my Deanmon! We're going to conquer the world! Ruling Hell together, with Crowley chained in our basement for our perverse pleasures.
… oh FUCK I have to write that fic!
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I've just been burned too many times. Even if I read the tags really carefully, I'll be like, "Psht, I can handle th--OH MY GOD!"
YEAH you have to write that fic!
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… although when I'm at my friend's house, she's got old toys from her childhood, and I put them in sexual positions to annoy her. She has little Care Bear toys in her car, and I always make them give each other head. She gets so pissed off.
What can I say? I'm warped.
Few things in fics upset me. Movies sometimes, because it's visceral, but on a page, meh. Mostly.