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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Date: 2008-08-09 05:15 am (UTC)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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Date: 2008-08-09 05:41 am (UTC)TC is depressingly thin on the ground, WOE.Um. Hell, it's not even my fandom but SPN.
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Date: 2008-08-09 06:09 am (UTC)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.