August 27th, 2008

Sam & Dean Gen

Supernatural Gen Fic: "Silent World" (PG)

Title: Silent World
Author: HalfshellVenus
Pairing: Sam and Dean (Gen, Drama)
Rating: PG
Summary: (Late Season One) Sam hates cemeteries, and he hates what he and Dean do there.
Author's Notes: *flails* I finally finished this one! I started it for 60_minute_fics about 18 months ago, but couldn't get the ending. Last night it finally all came together. This combines the two-word title prompt from the 60_mins challenge and "Grave" (from my Supernatural Switch_25 table)

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Venus

Hump Day takes on new meaning. :0

So, I stayed up far too late last night reading Phelps/Lochte RPS. I always think it'll just be a fic or two, and then pretty soon hours have gone by. Drat scarlett_o for hooking me on this pairing! I had only one RPS pairing before this, because RPS is usually the squick for me. Famous last words... :0

I also finished a story that's been sitting in the "incomplete" stages for about 17 months, so that part was good. Victory! \o/

Wanted to share a dream tidbit from vacation before I forget again. I was watching filming of a Supernatural episode, in which Sam was trying to get Dean over his issues with bed-sharing. The one bed in question was a rickety, oversized fold-down lounge chair (as they are in dreams, especially when filming's at the beach).

Sam nagged Dean to stop being an idiot and get into bed, and Dean's reason for not wanting to do it cracked me up, though I know he has no experience of this (and I'm pretty sure I don't either). He said, It's like Thanksgiving at Grandma's house with all the kids bedded down all over the place, crammed under the dining room table!

So, he did get into bed after that (and it did not collapse). Then the Catholic church took over the beach, staging some sort of horrifying massacre scene from some Saint's Day or other.

In other news, the cats have been clingy since we got back from vacation (that's expected). Last week, I had a little furry tabby-cat shadow following me from one room to another, and life was, let us say... very snorty. At least she has a decent purr. ;)