Thank you! I'm happy to let you send them my way. If nothing else it would be a welcome distraction. (Things are mostly better for the original source of this post, but then other things happened, and it got worse in other ways, and then you know those migraines that always have the best of timing came to just make everything better.) But I'll get over it all, and I appreciate the sentiment. And all the nice messages that people have left for me. Plus the added bonus of doing a meme to distract me from it all.
I love all your choices, even the curtain one, and I'll get to them. But I need time to ruminate on ideas. So instead, you get the ficlet that you didn't technically ask for, but we both know you wanted. XD
Chloe/Dean, road trip (though it's not an AU really, because there whole life is a road trip basically.)
“I still don’t know why we couldn’t have just taken my car.” Dean grumbled from the passenger feet. His knees were shoved up, even with the seat all the way back, and when they hit a bump, he sometimes hit his head on the ceiling.
Chloe could only imagine what would have happened if it had been Sam forced into the car with her.
“Because,” Chloe emphasized, “You’re kind of a mass murderer at the moment. Sam too.”
“I am not a mass murderer.” Dean said shoving a finger in her direction.
“Well, I know that and you now that, but you and your face and your car are all over the news. And no matter how many times you change your license plates, eventually someone is going to realize who it is living in the hotel room next to them and call 911.”
Chloe swore she had explained this to him plenty of times before, enough to get through his thick skull. Eternal optimism, who knew she had it?
“Still.” Dean said, “You need more room in this thing.”
“All extra space is used up hiding weapons and electronics,” Chloe rolled her eyes, “And they were all here before you. So get over it, princess.”
“Fine,” He huffed, such a little boy. She hoped Bobby wasn’t getting this kind of behavior from Sam, as it was, Dean was already possibly going to end up shot. They didn’t need both Winchesters out of commission when they finally got to the hunt.
They stopped at a red light and Dean’s hand reached out to fiddle with the radio, find some classic rock station she was sure.
She put her hand over his and smiled sweetly, “Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cake hole.”
His mouth dropped and she turned back to the road, grinning.
All other prompts are on their way, I promise. This one just came easier. (It made my Chloe/Lex muse jealous and is mad at me now I think.
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Date: 2014-04-20 03:17 am (UTC)I love all your choices, even the curtain one, and I'll get to them. But I need time to ruminate on ideas. So instead, you get the ficlet that you didn't technically ask for, but we both know you wanted. XD
Chloe/Dean, road trip (though it's not an AU really, because there whole life is a road trip basically.)
“I still don’t know why we couldn’t have just taken my car.” Dean grumbled from the passenger feet. His knees were shoved up, even with the seat all the way back, and when they hit a bump, he sometimes hit his head on the ceiling.
Chloe could only imagine what would have happened if it had been Sam forced into the car with her.
“Because,” Chloe emphasized, “You’re kind of a mass murderer at the moment. Sam too.”
“I am not a mass murderer.” Dean said shoving a finger in her direction.
“Well, I know that and you now that, but you and your face and your car are all over the news. And no matter how many times you change your license plates, eventually someone is going to realize who it is living in the hotel room next to them and call 911.”
Chloe swore she had explained this to him plenty of times before, enough to get through his thick skull. Eternal optimism, who knew she had it?
“Still.” Dean said, “You need more room in this thing.”
“All extra space is used up hiding weapons and electronics,” Chloe rolled her eyes, “And they were all here before you. So get over it, princess.”
“Fine,” He huffed, such a little boy. She hoped Bobby wasn’t getting this kind of behavior from Sam, as it was, Dean was already possibly going to end up shot. They didn’t need both Winchesters out of commission when they finally got to the hunt.
They stopped at a red light and Dean’s hand reached out to fiddle with the radio, find some classic rock station she was sure.
She put her hand over his and smiled sweetly, “Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cake hole.”
His mouth dropped and she turned back to the road, grinning.
All other prompts are on their way, I promise. This one just came easier. (It made my Chloe/Lex muse jealous and is mad at me now I think.