cowboyguy: (dean)
Title: Snowed In
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: G
Summary: They've never dealt with anything like this before.

Fic here. )
cowboyguy: (dean)
Dean towels off his wet hair as he steps out of the bathroom, eager to do nothing more than collapse into the motel bed that’s costing him his last fifty bucks. He’s just about to shut off the lights when Sam comes back in, carrying a paper McDonald’s bag in one hand.

“Dude, what are you doing? I just wanna sleep.”

Sam looks a little disappointed. “But… you have to properly commemorate the day first.”

“What are you talking about?” Dean mumbles.

Sam pulls two green cardboard boxes out of the bag, holding them out. “Happy Ultimate Pi Day, Dean.”
cowboyguy: (christmas spike)
So I was outside this morning, shoveling all the snow and ice -- well, mostly ice -- and grumbling to myself. Started thinking about Angel, and that led to, "I bet The Groosalugg could shovel the entire block in the time it takes me to just do the driveway." And that led to this silly little drabble:

Caroline was beginning to regret moving to Chicago, stepping out the door in four layers of clothing and armed with a heavy snow shovel. With a resigned sigh, she began shoveling the front sidewalk, eyes on the ground.

“Would you like some help?”

She looked up to find a man standing there, so handsome, with the most impossible blue eyes.

“Sure…” She couldn’t help staring.

Smiling, he gently took the shovel, and cleared her driveway and sidewalk in five minutes. Within an hour, the entire suburbian street was free of snow.

“Who are you?” She asked, amazed.

“Call me Groo.”

Hope you enjoyed it!
cowboyguy: (drama willow)
(My index fingertip really hurts and I don't know why...I think maybe the knitting needles poking me and too much guitar playing did it...)

Anyway, I wrote a drabble today, and I think it actually might be my first one ever. This is what happens when I don't have my laptop at school and I have time to kill: I actually write things. So, anyway, I don't even know if it's any good, but I'm just happy I got exactly 100 words. (Took me three or four edits.)
So here it is:

Xander stood in a quiet alcove of the Council building, watching the people five stories below him rushing through their lives.

“They don’t know a thing, do they?”

He turned to find Marie, a new Slayer, standing behind him. The petite redhead joined him at the window, one hand pressed against the glass.

“Nope,” he sighed. “But I guess that’s good. Can you imagine what it’d be like if everyone knew magic and kung fu?”

She blinked up at him. “How can you make jokes?”

High school Hellmouth, dating a vengeance demon, losing an eye. “You get used to it.”


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