in the old west. It's the first story I have read in which they are in the OW and I just melted. Could totally see Dean as a cardsharp and love his horse, Impala. And Sam trying to cook the beans and not burn them is so funny. Are the boys cursed? Goodness what happens now? Oooh the handsome one and 'the tall drink of water' *g* Oooh 50 years till they invent penicillin. Saloons, gunfire, chinese imigrants, demons, cursed saddle which sent them back in time. Fabulous stuf and then "Six months pass and Sam thinks Dean might have been meant for this, the freedom of a gun at his hip and a flask in his pocket. The saucy tilt of most women’s hips as he rides past with a mischievous grin, the familiar way he storms into the everyday danger of life in this time, the ease in the way he rolls in the saddle with the movement of his horse as he hums Metallica under his breath.
A world where Dean Winchester isn’t dead or wanted, where he’s just another quick draw cowboy who fights the occasional monster.
Six months, and it ain’t looking like they’re going home any time soon.
Six months, and Sam’s not sure he’d go back even if they knew how." Perfect. * sigh with happiness.*
The story inspired my muse and I wanted to ask your permission to use this story as a beginning point for a crossover story with The Magnificent Seven tv series.
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trollprincess, I adore this story of Dean and Sam
Date: 2007-04-27 02:39 am (UTC)Are the boys cursed? Goodness what happens now?
Oooh the handsome one and 'the tall drink of water' *g* Oooh 50 years till they invent penicillin. Saloons, gunfire, chinese imigrants, demons, cursed saddle which sent them back in time. Fabulous stuf and then "Six months pass and Sam thinks Dean might have been meant for this, the freedom of a gun at his hip and a flask in his pocket. The saucy tilt of most women’s hips as he rides past with a mischievous grin, the familiar way he storms into the everyday danger of life in this time, the ease in the way he rolls in the saddle with the movement of his horse as he hums Metallica under his breath.
A world where Dean Winchester isn’t dead or wanted, where he’s just another quick draw cowboy who fights the occasional monster.
Six months, and it ain’t looking like they’re going home any time soon.
Six months, and Sam’s not sure he’d go back even if they knew how." Perfect. * sigh with happiness.*
The story inspired my muse and I wanted to ask your permission to use this story as a beginning point for a crossover story with The Magnificent Seven tv series.
take care,
hugs
Angela