Im cleaning house and doing a bit of a friends cut.
Either you have not been active for quite a long time or with some people I feel we don't have a connection or you really haven't wanted to get to know me.
It's only because some of the people on my flist never reply to anything I put in their journal nor comment in mine.
If you can't see this entry
than Im sorry I had to let you go.
If you feel I did it in error please message me so I can re-friend you ;)
Meme snagged from: smirnoffmule
:1. Go to page 7 of your most recent WiP
2. Count seven lines down
3. Copy and paste the next seven lines of text.
I dont have seven pages but I have four!
This is for a Dean/Cas h/c fic that Im working on for settlingbones
Basically Dean gets sick rendering him helpless. Sam, never having to take care of a sick person before, freaks out and tries to get medicine for him. Meanwhile Dean is saying Cas' name in his sleep/sickness and Cas comes because...well it's Cas and it's Dean and yeah. There's angst of course.
I really just wanted to write something where Sam freaks out and Cas takes care of Dean :)
+ Dean wheezes out the angel’s name again as if in defiance and Sam shoots him his best bitch face.
“Fine. But I’m the one that’s going to bring you the medicine.”
Sam leaves without another backwards glance making sure to slam the door extra loud behind him.
Dean thinks he hears something he knows but it sounds very far away like he's in a tunnel underground. Anytime he tries to open his eyes to the supposed sound, like somehow seeing would help him listen, his body feels the welling up of pain like something left on the stove too long-it bubbling up and expanding before being burned away.
Heat too. He feels like someone did leave the oven on or maybe he’s inside it? Did Sammy leave something on? Was the thermostat turned up too high? Why is everything so hot and far away?