likely_evil: (Pray for my Soul)
ooc: 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] jstliketherifle and this fic by [livejournal.com profile] soldierof_god.


Spoilers for Season 4. MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. )
likely_evil: (What I do?)

What Flavour Are You? I taste like Peanut Butter.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?
likely_evil: (Huh?)
Sam was waiting at the bar down the street from the hospital Allison was working at. It wasn't late, but because of the time change it was already dark. He stood there under the awning, hands in his pockets and just waited.

Hoping that she showed up. Otherwise he would feel a bit like a fool. And Dean would totally make fun of him when he got back if she didn't show up. In fact, he was pretty sure the Impala would be parked across the street some time in the next hour with his brother watching with binoculars.

And of course, if he decided to have fun, then Dean would come in and find a way to embarrass his little brother.

God he hoped that wasn't going to happen.
likely_evil: (With Dean)
Hey Dean... I need to talk to you... about Mom...


in relation to this thread and kinda not related to a verse yet...

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