blahcakes...and fic

[unamaga]

Today sucks already! And it's only nine-thirty in the morning, woohoo! Dear Helluary, feel free to stop sucking any time now, kthnxbai. Here's a list. Thing.

1. My computer monitor has apparently blacked out. There's no light. I can see what's up on the screen if I squint really really hard and shine a light directly on it, but otherwise it's a total no-go. I have no idea what even happened, because I turned it off last night and it was still working perfectly fine. Gyah, technology!


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2. Does anyone have a recipe for pasta? Not, like, Alfredo or marinara or anything common like that, but fun. Marsala? A personal favorite? Lay it on me, babies! I'm makin' lunch today!



3. So, Helluary is coming to a close - thank god. I made a fluffly little ficlet to celebrate this. With frosting on top. GROUP HUG, FLIST. :D
   
   Achoo [PG] ~500
   Sam, Dean - gen silliness
   
   
   
   

   Dean hates being sick.
   
   He’s got an awesome immune system most of the time, and it keeps the germs at bay well enough. But, man, when the bastards get by him, it’s like his body just gives the fuck up and he’s miserable for weeks. Take me! Dean deliriously imagines his little blood cells saying. Take me, I’m yours!
   
   So, yeah, when he comes down with a cold in mid-February, right as Sam and he are about to bust some serious ass up in Michigan, he hates it. His nose won’t stop running, his eyes are mostly swollen shut with gross crusty stuff, his throat is raw, and swallowing hurts like a bitch. But that’s not the worst part, oh no. The worst part is the way Sam starts acting like Dean is five or something.
   
   Dean, do you need anything? Dean, let me make you some soup. Dean, you shouldn’t be up, get back in bed. Dean, I’ll open that jar. Dean, can I brush your hair, Dean? It’s enough to have nausea turning his stomach over – although, ok, that might have been the beef taco. Bad idea.
   
   But the main problem he has with Sam’s mother hen act is how protective he is. Dean still wants to take out the wendigo that’s been chowing down on Ottawa National Park tourists, but Sam keeps going on about Dean’s health and how it wouldn’t be safe. Dean wants to punch him in the teeth, and then maybe kick him in the shin.
   
   “Sam, I’m perfectly capable, see? This is me, holding a gun steady,” Dean says, holding a gun steady in one hand.
   
   Sam looks affronted. “Dean, put that away, you should be lying down.”
   
   Dean makes a wordless sound of pure frustration and flops back onto the stack of pillows behind him. All of his mucus shifts from one sinus to the other and – goddamnit.
   
   “Here, take it,” he says miserably, holding the gun out to Sam. “Take it and shoot me in the head because I think there’s an alien inside my nose that’s about to burst out and take over the world.”
   
   Sam frowns and wraps one of his Sasquatch hands around the butt of the gun, taking it. Dean closes his eyes and waits, grateful Sam’s seen the light. It’s for the good of all, really. He waits a full five minutes before opening his eyes to see why the hell something isn’t happening.
   
   “Sammy,” he whines, because of course Sam’s sitting on the other bed, propped up against the headboard with a book open in his lap. He looks over at Dean, arching an eyebrow. “You were s’posed to shoot me.”
   
   “I’m not gonna shoot you, Dean,” Sam says calmly. He’s so the worst little brother ever. “Do you want a nutritious vitamin shake?”
   
   “I hate you,” Dean says. “You’re so the worst little brother ever.”
   
   Sam grins, like Dean hasn’t just delivered the most horrible insult known to man, and sends Dean an affectionate look. “Love you too, man.”

Comments

[coverd-n-rain.livejournal.com]

SCHMOOOOOOOOOPY SCHMOOP! *beams* You are so ridiculously wonderful that I shall give you a pasta recipe!!!!

I couldn't find any chicken marsala in my cookbooks, but I did have some spaghetti alla carbonara!

Bring a large pot of water to boil. Meanwhile, break 2 eaggs into a warmed large, shallow bowl and add 1/4cup pecorino romano cheese and 1/4cup parmesan cheese. Whisk to blend well.

Generously salt the boiling water, add 1lb. spaghetti and cook 7-9 minutes.

While pasta is cooking, in a large frying pan over medium heat, warm 1/4 cup olive oil. Add 1/4lb pancetta(italian style bacon cut into small cubes) and saute until just starting to become crisp, about 4 minutes. Add 2 cloves of garlic (very thinly sliced) and saute for 1 minute. Ad 1/2 dry white wine and cook until reduced by half.

Drain the pasta, leaving a bit of water clinging to it and add it to the bowl. Toss quickly (this will heat the eggs and leave a creamy coating on each strand of pasta). Add the pancetta with all of the pan juices. Season witth salt to taste adn add a generous amount of pepper. Add a generous handful of chopped fresh flat-leaf parsley if desired.

Hope that works out of that you find something realy delicious instead! *smishes you*

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

A PASTA RECIPE!!! *glomps* Thank you, Dani! I have no idea if I can get italian bacon today, but I am so putting this in my recipe book to try VERY SOON. It sounds Mm Mm Good. *more glomping*

I missed you!!

[schneestern.livejournal.com]

*runs in* *tackleglomps you* *hugs* Only 3 more days till March. Let's do a porny countdown or something! (*has no idea what she's talking about*)

Also, Dean and his little blood cells are my favorite new pairing LOL And ahhhhh you made me read PG!
Dean, can I brush your hair, Dean?
That line totally killed me ded! Awesome. sick!Dean is love!

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Three days! THREE LONG DAYS. Maybe I should be more optimistic about the whole thing. PORN! I think that would probably make the rest of Helluary a jolly good time - smart you! *bats eyelashes*

Sick!Dean is such a whiny baby, hahah! I kind of want to wrap him up in a tortilla of lurve. <33

[sofiaviolet]

My last laptop died like that. At first, the repair guys thought the LCD's power inverter was broken, so they bought a new one and installed it.

And a huge short somewhere in the computer killed the brand new part.

*hugs* My computer was four years old so I just bought a new one.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

It's weird, because my Dad just re-did pretty much all the hardware, except the harddrive. I got a new screen, a new keyboard and touchpad - I can't figure out what could possibly be wrong for it to just stop working literally over night. *throws hands up*

Ah, well, such is life. *hugs*

[castiel.livejournal.com]

BAHAHA Oh, Dean. It's sadistic, but I love Dean when he's sick. Big baby, that he is. ♥

Also PASTA. I don't have a recipe to share, but I may lurk about your comments to find out what other people give you as I am a pasta fiend. >>

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

He is a big baby! I bet when he was little, he was the worst little patient ever, and John almost stabbed him to death with a thermometer. HEE.

Dude, I was just looking up recipes on google and did you know they have an entire google DEDICATED to recipes? I...woah! There's so much pasta! Way over twenty pages! *PASTA-GASM*

[undecipherable.livejournal.com]

That was so cute. Is it wrong of me to picture Dean's little blood cells as southern belles in the big ol' skirts and everything? Because that's how I'm seeing them.

I'm sleepy.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

HahahahahahahahAAAA!!!! That mental image will stay with me until I die, baby. UNTIL I DIE. "Oh my, a virus! *swoon*"

*cuddles your sleepy self*

[tsuki-no-bara.livejournal.com]

sadly i have no pasta recipes more elaborate than "boil water. add pasta. when pasta is done, drain and dump back in pot with some sauce. stir to coat pasta and heat up sauce. eat."

also a sick dean shouldn't make me giggle, but that fic so did. poor baby, saddled with a sore throat and mucus and snot and the worst brother ever who won't shoot him and put him out of his misery. sam should be offering him chicken soup, tho, and not a vitamin shake. ew.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

That's why he's the worst brother ever. Who wants vitamin shakes? Dude, Sam, you need to embrace the greasy spoon - embrace it!

[affectingly.livejournal.com]

This made me grin like a fool. Sam taking care of a sick Dean could be the best thing ever. ♥

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Aww, I'm glad! *smishes*

[dullemarulle.livejournal.com]

Sadly I can't cook so no help there.

Stupid computer. Maybe it's just a thing that goes away when you re-start your comp? Mine is a few years old so it sometimes do stuff like that but it works fine once I turn it off and try again.

Aww Dean's so cute when he's sick.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

I tried restarting it a buncha times. I think it just decided to give up the ghost, really. Stupid laptop has been nothing but trouble since the beginning. >:|

*cuddles*

[apieceofcake.livejournal.com]

AW..cuteness! Thanks :-)

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

M'glad you liked! <33

[ghausia.livejournal.com]

Sam grins, like Dean hasn’t just delivered the most horrible insult known to man, and sends Dean an affectionate look. “Love you too, man.”



As soon as I read that, I said out loud, "AWWWW!!!". Too bad for Dean that Sam didn't see the light. I wanna be mothered by Sam!!!

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Sam's such a cruel, cruel little brother, isn't he? *grins* Glad you liked, hon. <3

[noa-luna.livejournal.com]

Haha so cute *loves*

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*MWAH* ♥

[sophisticas.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Oh I love you.

I have the WORST sinus pain stemming from a cold that crept up over the weekend AND I FEEL DEAN'S PAIN but around 500 words of joy just made me feel better. Thank you :)

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Aww, I'm glad I could help out, honey. *hugs* Sinuses are pretty much the worst things to hurt, because NO MEDICINE HELPS enough for you to get the rest you need. Have you tried Sudafed to knock yourself out?

[ewanspotter.livejournal.com]

This is freakin' adorable. I love the way you've written Dean's inner voice. It's perfect. :D

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Meep! Thank you so much! *squish* ♥

[inderpal.livejournal.com]

Take me! Dean deliriously imagines his little blood cells saying. Take me, I’m yours!
First paragraph and I'm already choking because of the laughter. \o/

D'awwww I heart those boys, I want to take them and squish them and keep them in my jeans pocket and feed them cookies!

*squishes you insteaad*

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*squishes you back!* I'm glad I could make you laugh, darling. How're you doin'? <3

[swanseajill.livejournal.com]

Loved it. So cute and so in character, if a little exaggerated! I particularly loved this:

“I’m not gonna shoot you, Dean,” Sam says calmly. He’s so the worst little brother ever. “Do you want a nutritious vitamin shake?”

ROTFL!

[swanseajill.livejournal.com]

"Loved it. So cute and so in character, if a little exaggerated!"

Hey, that sounded like a criticism! Didn't mean that - meant that you wrote them a bit exaggerated and that made it funnier. Huh. Must think before I hit send.

[http://users.livejournal.com/__3amconfession/]

Oh, sick!Dean owns my soul. And sorry about your computer. =( ♥

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

fankyoo, honey. how're you doing? i got your email, but i haven't had a chance to reply yet. *snuggles* do i need to smack a bitch?

[polyspaston.livejournal.com]

Dude! The Mr watched Supernatural for the first time last night :0P And I quote. OHHH there was much *making it porn* mirth but this made me chuckle on your behalf:

Mr Me: Dean's SO the man in this relationship. All Sam does is WHINE at him, it's like, shut the fuck up, you whiny bitch, I wanna kill something.
Me: Dean also always drives.
Mr Me: It's because he wears the trousers.
Me: They're BROTHERS, you do know that?
Mr Me: They can still partake in bumming each other. And you know they do. Dean's there going, "STOP WHINING, SAM! JUST FUCK ME IN THE ASS!"

Yeassssss.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! \o/ THE FORCE IS STRONG IN THIS ONE.

[popmusicjunkie.livejournal.com]

Didn't get to read story yet, but! hmmmm..pasta.

Okay. Here's one.
Pesto Chicken Pasta.
Really easy.
What You Need
2 skinless, boneless chicken breasts
1 box bow tie pasta
1 6oz jar of Pesto sauce
1 small container of pine nuts (add to taste)
1/2 cup Parmesan cheese
1/2 cup sundried tomatoes, chopped (optional, but quite yummy)
What You Do
Brown chicken breasts.
Cut them into bite sized pieces. Put aside.
Cook pasta in unsalted water, strain.
toast pine nuts in large skillet using just a dash of oil. Watch nuts - they burn QUICKLY.
After pine nuts are tosted, turn down heat.
Add everything but the pasta. Heat.
Pour pasta into large bowl, pour mixture over it, toss together.
There ya go.
I could possibly live off of this dish if need be.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Oooo!!! *writes down and sticks in recipe book* Thank you so much, I am so trying this. <33

[la-folle-allure.livejournal.com]

*claps with infinite love* SO CUTE! *smishes sick!Dean and mother hen!Sammy!*

*kisses you* will you be on later tonight baby?

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

sorry i wasn't around, sweetie. i had chinese food and BAM suddenly i was dead. i'm on today, though!

[lark_ascends]

You know, I think this is the first sick!boy fic where he completely resents the other boy trying to coddle him that I've ever read, and I loved it!!!

Fantastic!!

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Thank you!! Glad you liked it! And definitely nice to know I'm somewhat original. ;D

[peccare.livejournal.com]

hee schmoop xD

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

\o/ schmoopity!

[iamstealthyone.livejournal.com]

Dude, I love this! Sick!Dean amuses me so, and overly solicitous Sam rocks. *g* Great narrative voice throughout. Just a really fun read. :)

Favorite lines:

Take me! Dean deliriously imagines his little blood cells saying. Take me, I’m yours!

*snickers*

The worst part is the way Sam starts acting like Dean is five or something.

Dean, do you need anything? Dean, let me make you some soup. Dean, you shouldn’t be up, get back in bed. Dean, I’ll open that jar. Dean, can I brush your hair, Dean?

LOL! That’s so Sam, and it’s so Dean to hate it.


“Sam, I’m perfectly capable, see? This is me, holding a gun steady,” Dean says, holding a gun steady in one hand.

Sam looks affronted. “Dean, put that away, you should be lying down.”

LOL! Oh, Sam. Never change. *hugs him*

“I’m not gonna shoot you, Dean,” Sam says calmly. He’s so the worst little brother ever. “Do you want a nutritious vitamin shake?”

*giggles*

“You’re so the worst little brother ever.”

Sam grins, like Dean hasn’t just delivered the most horrible insult known to man, and sends Dean an affectionate look. “Love you too, man.”

Aww. :)

[elsmoka.livejournal.com]

Aww! Schmoop. Lovely.

And Hi, Thanks for friending me back! That was fast and destroyed all my plans of lurking a little before saying Hello! :D

But of course I am more than happy that you friended me back. So yeah. I will have to lurk somewhere else!! :D

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

I am so, so sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you! I'm usually much more on top of things than this!

But, anyway, HI and welcome to the chaos. I hope you enjoy your stay and poke in every once in a while. <3

[talilov.livejournal.com]

Heee, I love Sam's mother hen act. It was very sweet.

[talilov.livejournal.com]

also, was your computer fixed?!

And for a pasta recipe, there's this great simple one, which is basically a shitload of melted cheese mixed into spag and a few hefty dollops of tomato sauce. Surprising delicious, despite the way it sounds and looks...

[mad-server.livejournal.com]

Dean, you shouldn’t be up, get back in bed. Dean, I’ll open that jar. Dean, can I brush your hair, Dean?

Haha. Love it.