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[cjmarlowe]

So fahrbot has been doing these awesome daily Dean picspams for a while now, and lately every time she does one I've been writing her a comment ficlet. I'd been thinking that once I'd done a few I would link them here or something, but today I looked and realised I'd already written seventeen of them. So before it gets unwieldy....



1. a contract can't be broken, but it can be sold
2. shooting that guy in the leg is a god damn religious experience
3. in which there is diner boy
4. dean's read kerouac, of course
5. leaving sam in palo alto (adult)
6. diner boy two
7. all they need's a few drops of virgin blood
8. john winchester never told his boys not to cry
9. six months and seventeen scars and there's no trace of it
10. diner boy three
11. diner boy four
12. what a hunter sees
13. dean never wanted his son to be a hunter
14. there's no such thing as a tickle demon
15. diner boy five
16. het porn with no redeeming social value (adult)
17. dean's had this dream before


Also, I have not spilled anything on myself yet today. Though to be fair, all I've had to eat is an entire clamshell of raspberries.

Comments

[goddamnbatman]

I'd tell you to stop being such a powerhouse of awesome, but the truth is I need to keep your brain well exercised for when I steal it :E

[cjmarlowe.livejournal.com]

I knew you had to be fattening it up with sweet, sweet picspam for some nefarious purpose.

[karabou.livejournal.com]

Ho-lee shit the het porn? SO FREAKING HOT, CJ.

[cjmarlowe.livejournal.com]

\o/ :D

[karabou.livejournal.com]

Oral sex is pretty much like my favorite thing ever, so yeah. XD

[cjmarlowe.livejournal.com]

Me too, man, me too. And if you like that, hit me up on AIM later; I've got some awesome recs for you.

[without-me.livejournal.com]

Oh sigh; diner boy two is flocked, but the others were marvelous.

[cjmarlowe.livejournal.com]

Thank you! And I totally forgot I wrote that one as a pick-me-up on a personal post rather than on a picspam. Here it is:

The old radio on top of the toaster oven is playing Steve Earle, crackling with static but recognizable, and the guy behind the counter's swaying to it as he flips pancakes, hips going side to side to side in frayed blue jeans. Dean sips his coffee as he watches him, and every once in a while he looks up and catches Dean's eye.

It's a pretty damn good way to spend a morning, if you ask him.

Sam calls halfway through his third cup of coffee but he has no news, asks Dean if he wants to join him at the library but isn't surprised when Dean declines. Declines is a nice way to put it. What Dean actually says is, "I'd rather let hellhounds chew my balls off. See you at lunch."

Then he licks his lips and looks up and this time he's the one being watched. Dean just smiles and shuts his phone with one hand and takes another sip of his coffee.

[without-me.livejournal.com]

Ooooh, yum! Thank you very much!