Fic: Wound So Tight (Supernatural)

Title: Wound So Tight
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,500 words
Spoilers: Post-"Devil's Trap"
Pairing: Some Dean/OFC, but ... you know, Dean het. ;)
Warnings: Bad language, character death
Disclaimer: If I owned Sam and Dean, I sure as hell wouldn't have two hands free to type this.
Summary: They make a silent deal, the closest thing to a gentleman's agreement Dean's ever made.

( Wound So Tight )

This would be a lot easier if I just lopped off my left hand.

I just spent an hour at the park practicing my shot.

On one hand, I'm getting the hook back in my shot and as long as I set myself up for it instead of just firing one off, I don't use my left hand to give the ball spin so it should only be a matter of time before I stop doing that without giving myself a second to frame my shot.

On the other hand, OW MY FREAKING ARM. Oh, I'm so sore. *whimpers*

As soon as I get better about not using my left hand ... layups. Yeah, if anything will get me back in shape, running up and down the courts for an hour a day should do the trick.

At least I love basketball or else I would haaaaate this.

... ew, my palms smell like basketball. *wanders off to shower*

This icon is far more motivational than it should be. *happy sighs*

I'm a dumbass.

I don't play a lot of video games. I play shooting games in the arcade and the only computer games I play are the Harry Potter games. Don't even ask me why, 'cause I don't even know. I'm just totally hooked on them.

I told myself I wouldn't buy the Goblet of Fire game because my free time would just get sucked away like crazy.

... hey, guess what was on sale at Target when I went to pick up my dad's Father's Day present?

*headdesk*

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You know what I'd love to see, just because I'm a complete and total dork?

You know those credit card commercials where the people who've had their credit card information stolen talk in someone else's voice about all of the crap they bought with their stolen card? I want to see one of those with someone talking in Dean's voice.

"So I'm in Montana, right? And I pay for my motel room and stock up on ammo, and about halfway to the cemetery to set fire to about a half dozen corpses, my tire goes flat. Hell, you really think I can fit a spare into the trunk with two shotguns, a sword, a machete, bullets, salt, a flamethrower, a crossbow, and two dozen handguns? I mean, come on, man."

*snickers*

A metric assload of fic recs

So I've put off posting a real fic rec post for so long, it's kind of piled up a LOT. And I haven't even gotten to read all of the apocalyptothon entries that have been posted yet, so there should be more of them coming.

( Twenty-four fic recs ... Supernatural, CW RPS, Firefly, Veronica Mars, X-Men movieverse )

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And now, the plotbunnies are calling to me. *sigh*