Seven seven meme
steeplechasers tagged me on this, and I can do precisely half of it: I can post seven lines from the seventh page of a current WIP, and then I'm supposed to tag seven people but I do not have seven people to tag because I am an LJ baby. But if deansamcas or dollarformyname want to give it a go I'd love to see what they're working on!
So...
It was Friday, and Friday night board games had become something of a ritual over the past three months.
Fridays didn’t hold much in the way of real significance. Bobby worked when there was work to be done, and Dean and Sam just helped out around the house however they could. Dean had been working at Bobby's friend's place, but that was sporadic and over now, anyway. It wasn’t the end of a grueling work week, or school week, it was just...Friday. And it felt very normal, and it felt very symmetrical.
Sam was growing very fond of normal, and of symmetry, and of Fridays.
So...
It was Friday, and Friday night board games had become something of a ritual over the past three months.
Fridays didn’t hold much in the way of real significance. Bobby worked when there was work to be done, and Dean and Sam just helped out around the house however they could. Dean had been working at Bobby's friend's place, but that was sporadic and over now, anyway. It wasn’t the end of a grueling work week, or school week, it was just...Friday. And it felt very normal, and it felt very symmetrical.
Sam was growing very fond of normal, and of symmetry, and of Fridays.