My neighbors are crazycakes and I'm amused that all three of them think they have some sort of chance to get in my pants. Fucktards. I'm so unimpressed with all of them, but they are good for a laugh. Plus, y'know, I guess it should make me feel good or something that these professional drinkers think I'm hot? :P
Have some fic! I'm dumping a bunch of half-written, never-to-be-finished crap on yall tonight, as well as some way-overdue drabbles. I'm trying to clear some room on my plate because
slashfest claiming starts in less than 24 hours and I kinda want to claim something. And I am definitely going to encourage some of yall to claim something, b/c some of the prompts are so fucking awesome. The bandom ones better get claimed and written b/c I SOOOO wanna read that shit.
Anywho. Fic dump post # 1...
Out of Gas
SPN / Sam, Dean, Impala / Teen / 550 words"What did you do to my car?" So, somehow in my mind (two years ago when I started writing this), this ended up with sex on the side of the highway on the hood of the Impala in the rain. Yeah, I don’t know either. But have what I did manage to write!( The highway stretched out endlessly in front of him, and the distance to the horizon didn't seem to be getting any closer no matter how much ground the Impala covered. )