SPN Christmas in August is LOVE

[saone]

So, over on setissma's journal there's this Christmas in August thing for the Supernatural fandom.

So here's what I want everyone to do! I want you to go to your journal and make a list of five SPN or J2 things you'd really like. Maybe you would like icons of Dean with a gun, or maybe you want to list a couple things you really love in stories and that would make you totally happy to see. Possibly you'd love to see a story where Jared and Jensen meet in college! Just pick five things - they don't have to be fancy or complex or big, just things that would make you happy. Asking for something for someone else is totally okay - "I think everyone should go read this fic and give really some good feedback because the author has been having a bad week" is absolutely valid. Whatever you want!


What a cool idea.




1. A J2 AU. Anything at all, as long as they're both happy in it.

2. A zombie!fic. Sam/Dean or J2. Bonus if it's set in the Resident Evil universe.

3. The inspiration to finish the half dozen or so plot bunnies festering on my hard drive.

4. A clip from when the Js presented at the Critic's awards

5. Drabble/ficlet prompts. *g*

Comments

[deaver.livejournal.com]

RE: #5: since it's like a million degrees here today (kidding. Sort of.) How about a story about the boys, lost while hunting in the rain?

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Would you prefer wincesty, or gen, and do you like angsty fics, or humor?

[deaver.livejournal.com]

I like anything!! (Sorry it took so long to respond - I was sans computer all weekend.

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Sorry it took so long to respond - I was sans computer all weekend.

That's okay. *g* Let me see what I can come up with.

[saone77.livejournal.com]

"We're lost"

"Shut up." Dean growled not even bothering to spare a glance to his baby brother. Like it was his fault the nasty little critter they were tracking left the trail, and led them around in circles before disappearing completely. And that any tracks it might have left were washed away by the sudden torrential downpour that all weather reports had claimed was going to be a nice, gentle summer storm.

"Okay," Sam said in a suspiciously agreeable tone. "But that still won't make us any less lost."

Dean growled at Sam's sneaky, underhanded use of logic. He spun around, ready to confront him, but the wet leaves on the forest floor were like freshly waxed linoleum, and he ended up slip sliding straight towards Sam.

Dean had a moment, between arm flailing and yelling incoherently, to catalog the comically horror filled look on Sam's face before he slammed into the taller man's chest.

Sam tried valiantly to hold both himself and Dean upright, but it was a loosing battle. They both fell, crashing through branches and brush, ending up face first in what they both hoped was just really smelly mud.

Dean pushed himself up, and flopped over onto his ass. At the moment, standing up seemed like a great chore, and the mud was squishy, and strangely comfortable.

"Hey, Sammmy," a sudden grin broke out on Dean's face. "You remember the time--where were we... West Virginia, that's it--there was this huge storm, and when it was over we spent the rest of the afternoon making mud pies, and then you ate one." Dean cackled gleefully. "You remember that, Sammy?"

"If by 'ate', you mean when you sat on my chest and shoved it into my mouth telling me that it was for the greater good since my stomach would act as an incubator for baby worms, then yes, I do remember." Sam said dryly. Well, as dryly as a person completley soaked to the bone could be.

"Yeah." Dean sighed happily. "Good times."

"Hey, Dean?"

"Yeah, Sam?"

"We're still lost."

"Sam?" Dean's grin was wicked and sharp, even through the sheets of rain. His fingers curled, grabbing handfuls of the wet muck. His muscles tensed, ready to spring.

"Yes, Dean?"

"Shut up and eat your pie."

[deaver.livejournal.com]

Ahahaha. Excellent.

Loved this line in particular:
If by 'ate', you mean when you sat on my chest and shoved it into my mouth telling me that it was for the greater good since my stomach would act as an incubator for baby worms, then yes, I do remember." Sam said dryly.

It is EXACTLY what brothers do to torture each other.

Thank you!!