I'll never let go, Sam--I'll never let go!

[unamaga]

Man, I want to read a fic with a vampire watermelon. Can't you just see it?

Sam: [being strangled by vines] Dean, run! Get out of here!
Dean: No, I won't leave you! [clutches his sword with one hand and tries to keep a grip on Sam with the other]
Vampire Watermelon: [oozes evil watermelon juices] I have you now, brothers Winchester! Mwah hah hah! [lightning crashes]

There would be a heroic action sequence involving a machete and a film noir-type shot where all you see are Dean's boots and the crushed, melon-y corpses of his fallen foes. Maybe, when they were wee, Sam and Dean ate watermelon during the summer as they frolicked on the beach, and now this evil has risen from the grave to right the wrongs done to its brethren. Cue flashback!

Comments

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*passes you the crack* ITSFH GOOOOOOD SHIZZ. :D

dude, i can't, there are prompts and challenges and oh i reaally really want to, though. *bites lip*

[inderpal.livejournal.com]

DUDE! who cares this is the best thing ever and everone will understand if their fic is a bit late, because you had to write this. you can even blame me! so get to it right after you finish my prompt fic :-P

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

mwahah, i tease you with a cookie:


Clink.

The cuffs close around Sam’s wrists, securing him to the bed frame with a soft, metallic sound. Sam sucks in a shaky breath.

“Remember your word, Sammy?” Dean asks, crouched down next to the bed so he’s eye-level with Sam. His wicked fingers are trailing down Sam’s chest, setting every nerve humming, and how exactly is Sam supposed to concentrate when he’s doing that? Dean’s hand closes around the base of Sam’s dick and strokes, once, twice—

[inderpal.livejournal.com]

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You ca't leave it there, I want more!! This fic is gonna be so great, but you are ev0l!