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badcompany_muse]: Life & Death
Nov. 25th, 2008 11:34 pmooc: I needed to get this fic out as it was blocking my muse. I blame it on all the death fics that have been circulating in the last 10 days. I also blame it especially on this post by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jstliketherifle and this fic by soldierof_god.
( Spoilers for Season 4. MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. )
jstliketherifle and this fic by soldierof_god.( Spoilers for Season 4. MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. )
[badcompany_muse]: Deprivation
Nov. 23rd, 2008 05:23 pmooc: demon!Sam verse. The night after this
It was in the other eyes of the demon that Sam found himself remembering. Pain. Hurt. Fire. Smoke. DEAN! They had always been feelings. Things he didn't see pictured in his head.
But he saw them now. They had found another motel to sleep in that night, and Alec and Dean were inside. Two beds, two men. Trying to sleep. Not think of the demons. Not think of bad things. But Sam can only think of bad things. Bad bad things. Pain. Hurt. Fire. Smoke. DEAN!
Sam sat on the hood of the Impala. He leaned back on the windshield and looked up at the stars. The sky was black. Dark. But there was light. Little worlds making light. But there only light in hell was from fire.
There were only a few memories that Sam had. Now he had these and he didn't want them anymore. They were not fireflies. They were knives and blood and bad things. Bad things.
( Somewhat unimplied spoilers for 4.10: Heaven and Hell )
It was in the other eyes of the demon that Sam found himself remembering. Pain. Hurt. Fire. Smoke. DEAN! They had always been feelings. Things he didn't see pictured in his head.
But he saw them now. They had found another motel to sleep in that night, and Alec and Dean were inside. Two beds, two men. Trying to sleep. Not think of the demons. Not think of bad things. But Sam can only think of bad things. Bad bad things. Pain. Hurt. Fire. Smoke. DEAN!
Sam sat on the hood of the Impala. He leaned back on the windshield and looked up at the stars. The sky was black. Dark. But there was light. Little worlds making light. But there only light in hell was from fire.
There were only a few memories that Sam had. Now he had these and he didn't want them anymore. They were not fireflies. They were knives and blood and bad things. Bad things.
( Somewhat unimplied spoilers for 4.10: Heaven and Hell )
[justprompts]: Games We Play
Nov. 22nd, 2008 12:20 pmooc: following THIS. Future AU verse. Dean = jstliketherifle. Not binding on any other muse
What's the name of the game that we are playing
Boy whenever I think that we are winning
Then you roll the dice take a slide
Right back to the one from 99
-Snakes and Ladders by Joss Stone
The Following January...
Sam stood in a phone booth, his forehead pressed against the cold glass as he listened to the dial tone. Shakey fingers pressed a series of buttons and he paused before touching the last one. Smears of blood covered the numbers now as Sam slid to the ground, the phone cradled in his arms.
They were outside a motel somewhere. Ruby was working on acquiring them a room, and she told him to stay put. Not to leave the phone booth that was hidden because the streetlamp had burnt out. There was salt around the entire booth, protecting the boy king as he sank to the floor in a bloody, bruised mess.
( The battle wasn't one they had gone looking for )
jstliketherifle. Not binding on any other museWhat's the name of the game that we are playing
Boy whenever I think that we are winning
Then you roll the dice take a slide
Right back to the one from 99
-Snakes and Ladders by Joss Stone
The Following January...
Sam stood in a phone booth, his forehead pressed against the cold glass as he listened to the dial tone. Shakey fingers pressed a series of buttons and he paused before touching the last one. Smears of blood covered the numbers now as Sam slid to the ground, the phone cradled in his arms.
They were outside a motel somewhere. Ruby was working on acquiring them a room, and she told him to stay put. Not to leave the phone booth that was hidden because the streetlamp had burnt out. There was salt around the entire booth, protecting the boy king as he sank to the floor in a bloody, bruised mess.
( The battle wasn't one they had gone looking for )
Since it was asked for... here is what happens when I'm asked to sum up an episode and I'm hyper and really should be sleeping:
( Spoilers for 4.10: Heaven and Hell )
And this is why I'm not allowed to do movie reviews for actual print press come to think of it...
( Spoilers for 4.10: Heaven and Hell )
And this is why I'm not allowed to do movie reviews for actual print press come to think of it...
The Kiss Meme!
Nov. 17th, 2008 04:11 pmTwo ways to play:
Request kisses from Sam! If you'd like a kiss from Sam, just comment here and let us know. He'll reply to your comment with a fic of sorts that involves the kiss, or put up a thread to get that kiss on its way. Or if you'd like a bit more control over the situation just start your own post and mark the entry locked to Sam and leave me a comment here letting me know where the thread is and we'll be there!
Offer kisses to Others.
If you're feeling particularly bold or adventurous, post this in your journal, note that it's open to all, and let people ask for kisses from you. Give them at least a sentence or two in response, though--none of this "*kiss*" nonsense, that's no fun.
ooc: oh, my muse is going to hate me. Also, as a favor to me, please no slash/wincest type requests. I get the open to all, but you will make the muse break and the mun cry...
Request kisses from Sam! If you'd like a kiss from Sam, just comment here and let us know. He'll reply to your comment with a fic of sorts that involves the kiss, or put up a thread to get that kiss on its way. Or if you'd like a bit more control over the situation just start your own post and mark the entry locked to Sam and leave me a comment here letting me know where the thread is and we'll be there!
Offer kisses to Others.
If you're feeling particularly bold or adventurous, post this in your journal, note that it's open to all, and let people ask for kisses from you. Give them at least a sentence or two in response, though--none of this "*kiss*" nonsense, that's no fun.
ooc: oh, my muse is going to hate me. Also, as a favor to me, please no slash/wincest type requests. I get the open to all, but you will make the muse break and the mun cry...
Fic: Sex, Lies and French Fries
Nov. 15th, 2008 07:49 pm[this fic is in response to a comment by the mun of soldier_ofgod in wanting to see Sam/Ruby with French Fries. And so begins the crack!Fic.]
Sex, Lies and French Fries (Sam/Ruby)
Co-Written bylikely_evil and ilove_atallman muns
Spoilers: Season 4
Rating: R (Adult situations)
Sam sat on the motel bed, just staring at his hands. For about an hour now, just staring. He hadn't heard when Ruby left, nor did he look up when she came back in. He just sat there staring, trying to block out that night from his head, the headache still not faded.
Ruby had brought back food -- the burgers were for him, the fries were for her. If he wanted to contest that ruling, he would have to take it up with someone else, because she really didn't care, especially if he was going to just sit there brooding all night. Ruby didn't do well with brooders, even when they were falling neatly into her hands. So instead, she just dropped the burgers down on the table, picked up one of the extra large fries she had gotten herself and the bottle of ketchup, starting to get ready to eat. "Better eat while they're still hot, Sam. Fried food is gross when it's cold, and the microwave is busted."
Sam got up, moving over to the table and sat down. His hand instantly went for the bottle of whiskey on the table, then he stopped. He took a deep breath, then shifted his hand to take his burger. Then he noticed that he only had a burger.
( Where are my fries? )
soldier_ofgod in wanting to see Sam/Ruby with French Fries. And so begins the crack!Fic.]Sex, Lies and French Fries (Sam/Ruby)
Co-Written by
likely_evil and ilove_atallman munsSpoilers: Season 4
Rating: R (Adult situations)
Sam sat on the motel bed, just staring at his hands. For about an hour now, just staring. He hadn't heard when Ruby left, nor did he look up when she came back in. He just sat there staring, trying to block out that night from his head, the headache still not faded.
Ruby had brought back food -- the burgers were for him, the fries were for her. If he wanted to contest that ruling, he would have to take it up with someone else, because she really didn't care, especially if he was going to just sit there brooding all night. Ruby didn't do well with brooders, even when they were falling neatly into her hands. So instead, she just dropped the burgers down on the table, picked up one of the extra large fries she had gotten herself and the bottle of ketchup, starting to get ready to eat. "Better eat while they're still hot, Sam. Fried food is gross when it's cold, and the microwave is busted."
Sam got up, moving over to the table and sat down. His hand instantly went for the bottle of whiskey on the table, then he stopped. He took a deep breath, then shifted his hand to take his burger. Then he noticed that he only had a burger.
( Where are my fries? )
 I taste like Peanut Butter.I am one of the most blendable flavours; I go with sweet, I go with sour, I go with bland, I go with anything. I am practical and good company, but have something of a tendency to hang around when I'm not wanted, unaware that my presence is not welcome. What Flavour Are You? |
for justprompts: Love Quote
Nov. 6th, 2008 12:58 pmthis is demon!Sam... just older from where he is in current RP mentally.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever. - Sarah (The Crow)
They had a job in San Francisco. Dean had been hesitant to bring Sam along, but there was little choice. After all, what are you going to do with your demon brother who still shifts back and forth mentally from a 27 year old to a 5 year old? There's no babysitter in the world who would deal with that.
While Alec and Dean were hunting, Sam took a walk. Yes, he had his cell phone, Alec. Sam kept it on him all the time because Dean and Alec worried. Too much. But that was what they did, so Sam kept the phone on. He would call them later. Maybe find pie if they were having a bad day. Pie cheered Dean up. And milk for Alec. Or ice cream. Sam liked ice cream with hot fudge, Alec liked shakes, and Dean liked a scoop on his pie.
Sam stopped outside a building, and his eyes instantly went up to a window. He saw shadows in the window - a dark haired woman and him. His body. Together in an embrace, their lips pressed together in need.
His feet were taking him up the stairs before he realized it. The door was locked, but Sam took out a set of picks and opened it easily. Inside, the building was empty as the furniture and decorations had been taken down. But Sam remembered it in his mind. The couch was there. Table. Television where they had watched a horrible soap opera that she got him into. For weeks he watched it on youtube because she couldn't.
( Madison )
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever. - Sarah (The Crow)
They had a job in San Francisco. Dean had been hesitant to bring Sam along, but there was little choice. After all, what are you going to do with your demon brother who still shifts back and forth mentally from a 27 year old to a 5 year old? There's no babysitter in the world who would deal with that.
While Alec and Dean were hunting, Sam took a walk. Yes, he had his cell phone, Alec. Sam kept it on him all the time because Dean and Alec worried. Too much. But that was what they did, so Sam kept the phone on. He would call them later. Maybe find pie if they were having a bad day. Pie cheered Dean up. And milk for Alec. Or ice cream. Sam liked ice cream with hot fudge, Alec liked shakes, and Dean liked a scoop on his pie.
Sam stopped outside a building, and his eyes instantly went up to a window. He saw shadows in the window - a dark haired woman and him. His body. Together in an embrace, their lips pressed together in need.
His feet were taking him up the stairs before he realized it. The door was locked, but Sam took out a set of picks and opened it easily. Inside, the building was empty as the furniture and decorations had been taken down. But Sam remembered it in his mind. The couch was there. Table. Television where they had watched a horrible soap opera that she got him into. For weeks he watched it on youtube because she couldn't.
( Madison )
[BCM] Good & Evil
Nov. 3rd, 2008 11:22 amooc: this is a new verse that jstliketherifle created in which Sam and Dean are on opposite sides. Dean posted the end of the verse here and this is the beginning. Warning on the previous link as there is a MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH.
Oh, and spoilers for Season 4 all over the place...
( Beginning of the End )
Sam Winchester
1419 Words
jstliketherifle created in which Sam and Dean are on opposite sides. Dean posted the end of the verse here and this is the beginning. Warning on the previous link as there is a MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH.Oh, and spoilers for Season 4 all over the place...
( Beginning of the End )
Sam Winchester
1419 Words
