The pool looked manicured again. He took another sip of coffee, watching the water ripple. He frowned.
“Could we put some big rocks in it?” Charlie asked, tilting his head to the side. “Right in the middle of the water, I mean. At random.”
Ted tilted his head right along with Charlie, squinting at the pool. “Sure we could, but if you’re swimming laps you’d end up with a concussion.”
He turned around to look at Ted, smiling. “Had plenty of those before.” Coffee finished, he walked back into the house. Not his house, of course. Just the house he paid for and existed in from moment to moment. “Think you could get some boulders rolled into there any time soon?”
Ted gave him a very bland look. “It’d be a lot of construction, Charlie. Lots of noise.”
“’The quieter you become, the more you can hear’.” Charlie grinned at Ted.
“So you’re going to go around banging pans and screaming like a madman to drown them out,” Ted extrapolated.
Charlie smiled, putting the mug in the sink. “Or buy a really, really big stereo.”
...I happy-shrieked. In a very undignified manner. Um. *digs* AH!
They took I-70 out from Junction City, the miles racing by as they headed east in Hank's station wagon. The nurture unit and DG had maintained it well, and following a bit of tinkering by Ambrose it ran even better. Cain was driving, outwardly calm and collected while he prayed to all the gods he could think of that this wasn't a mistake. Ambrose rest his head against the passenger-side window and watched the cars, trucks, fields, cities, and sky, mumbling things shouted from billboards as they flew past.
It was meant to be a quick trip to the Otherside to clean up some lose ends, the two men accompanying DG to make sure nothing went awry. Within the first week, however, she had decided to get those last credit hours for her associate's degree and enrolled in school full time. It was something she felt she had to do, one accomplishment that would be hers alone, not something given to her because she was her mother's daughter. Cain could hardly argue with that reasoning.
For his part Cain worked on fixing up the house and dealt with the realtors and people looking to buy the place. They'd cobbled together a story that he was Hank's brother, that Hank and Emily had been lost in the storm and that Cain was settling their affairs before taking DG back east. That seemed to satisfy the curious, which was more than fine with him.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! I like this! TWISTER CITY TWISTER CITY
Aaaand. Hmm. *looks through all the fic* Pick a fandom, and if I don't have fic for it, I'll drabble one of my ideas at you. Because I always have ideas.
The roadtrip fic holds a special place in my heart for it has no plot, it's just "Here's America (and some Canada), let us search our souls and have a lot of sex." TC is depressingly thin on the ground, WOE.
The AU In Which Things Go Horribly Strange And Winchesters Are Even More Fucked Up (But It's Funny In A Dark Sort Of Way):
Dig a hole. Two roads smash into each other next to him.
There are other demons, he knows that. But none of them are quite so fast and easy as the Crossroads Demon.
Offering inside the tin. Shut it. Throw it in the hole -
“Making a deal?”
The gun's in his hand in a breath, and the Yellow Eyed Demon doesn’t even bother moving out of the way, simply stares at him and raises an eyebrow at the gun he holds like it was born there, both of them knowing the futility of it. Dean knows he can't kill him, but he could make the Demon squirm and bleed and it's so tempting, so very very tempting.
The Demon lets out a sigh. “I’ll make you a deal, Dean. You’ll even get to live, unlike what you were…well. Originally aiming for.” There’s a smirk on his lips, as if he thinks his own joke's funny and Dean just doesn't get it. “She’s not as resilient as some of us.”
Dean just wants to kill him, wants to so bad he can barely pay attention to the Demon, hand shaking from loss and rage and adrenaline. “I don’t care what you’re offering, you’re not touching Sam’s soul you son of a-”
“Now now, Dean, hold on.” He’s holding his hands up, all smiles and platitudes. “I’m the one officially offering a deal here.”
...I coulda given you Jedi!Sam, but this one's more fun.
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RRRRRRRANDOM FIC SNIPPET!:
The pool looked manicured again. He took another sip of coffee, watching the water ripple. He frowned.
“Could we put some big rocks in it?” Charlie asked, tilting his head to the side. “Right in the middle of the water, I mean. At random.”
Ted tilted his head right along with Charlie, squinting at the pool. “Sure we could, but if you’re swimming laps you’d end up with a concussion.”
He turned around to look at Ted, smiling. “Had plenty of those before.” Coffee finished, he walked back into the house. Not his house, of course. Just the house he paid for and existed in from moment to moment. “Think you could get some boulders rolled into there any time soon?”
Ted gave him a very bland look. “It’d be a lot of construction, Charlie. Lots of noise.”
“’The quieter you become, the more you can hear’.” Charlie grinned at Ted.
“So you’re going to go around banging pans and screaming like a madman to drown them out,” Ted extrapolated.
Charlie smiled, putting the mug in the sink. “Or buy a really, really big stereo.”
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They took I-70 out from Junction City, the miles racing by as they headed east in Hank's station wagon. The nurture unit and DG had maintained it well, and following a bit of tinkering by Ambrose it ran even better. Cain was driving, outwardly calm and collected while he prayed to all the gods he could think of that this wasn't a mistake. Ambrose rest his head against the passenger-side window and watched the cars, trucks, fields, cities, and sky, mumbling things shouted from billboards as they flew past.
It was meant to be a quick trip to the Otherside to clean up some lose ends, the two men accompanying DG to make sure nothing went awry. Within the first week, however, she had decided to get those last credit hours for her associate's degree and enrolled in school full time. It was something she felt she had to do, one accomplishment that would be hers alone, not something given to her because she was her mother's daughter. Cain could hardly argue with that reasoning.
For his part Cain worked on fixing up the house and dealt with the realtors and people looking to buy the place. They'd cobbled together a story that he was Hank's brother, that Hank and Emily had been lost in the storm and that Cain was settling their affairs before taking DG back east. That seemed to satisfy the curious, which was more than fine with him.
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TWISTER CITY TWISTER CITYAaaand. Hmm. *looks through all the fic* Pick a fandom, and if I don't have fic for it, I'll drabble one of my ideas at you.
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TC is depressingly thin on the ground, WOE.Um. Hell, it's not even my fandom but SPN.
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Dig a hole. Two roads smash into each other next to him.
There are other demons, he knows that. But none of them are quite so fast and easy as the Crossroads Demon.
Offering inside the tin. Shut it. Throw it in the hole -
“Making a deal?”
The gun's in his hand in a breath, and the Yellow Eyed Demon doesn’t even bother moving out of the way, simply stares at him and raises an eyebrow at the gun he holds like it was born there, both of them knowing the futility of it. Dean knows he can't kill him, but he could make the Demon squirm and bleed and it's so tempting, so very very tempting.
The Demon lets out a sigh. “I’ll make you a deal, Dean. You’ll even get to live, unlike what you were…well. Originally aiming for.” There’s a smirk on his lips, as if he thinks his own joke's funny and Dean just doesn't get it. “She’s not as resilient as some of us.”
Dean just wants to kill him, wants to so bad he can barely pay attention to the Demon, hand shaking from loss and rage and adrenaline. “I don’t care what you’re offering, you’re not touching Sam’s soul you son of a-”
“Now now, Dean, hold on.” He’s holding his hands up, all smiles and platitudes. “I’m the one officially offering a deal here.”
...I coulda given you Jedi!Sam, but this one's more fun.