hair aflame, wile look in your eyes

I'm kinda bored. And by that I mean 'not willing to write another goddamn word on this freaking story'. So, uh, I'm taking requests again. Drabblets, a picture you've wanted iconned for a while, a song you think I might have, etc. Hit me, babies.

OR, you could be awesome and fic at me. Just sayin'. Nudge, hint, nudge. Oh, and a tidbit of the beast?

The old lady at the front desk turns out to be the owner, named Holly. She serves them Yankee pot roast out of old dishes, chattering cheerfully at them until she finds a topic they can all agree on. The meat is tender, full of flavor, and the gravy is rich enough that Dean spoons it all over his plate, corn included. Sam comments on how that sort of defeats the point of vegetables, and to Dean’s surprise, Holly berates Sam.

“There are carrots and greens in that gravy,” she says sternly. “Your boy looks fit enough already, let him put some meat on his bones.”

Through the rest of the dinner, Dean seems to fluctuate between being mortified at Holly calling him ‘fit’ and being smug that he’s allowed to eat gravy.

Hah. Yeah. God save me, five thousand words and going strong. I think I might cry.

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( supernatural 'heart' spoilers )

Heart Spoilers pt 2

Okay, now that I'm more coherent...( some thoughts )

And now I'm off to finish packing and cleaning, 'cause tomorrow I go see purple_sax09!! Train leaves redonkulously early, of course, which sucks, but I gets a Debbie so I don't care! See y'all on Sunday night, probably with pictures. \o/