It's actually been a year and two months since I became involved with the fandom, but hey, who's counting?
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I love this prompt too!
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I've posted the first part on the forum, but I have work so I don't have time to do the coding for here (there's lots of italics) buuuut I will do it when I come home, I promise.
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“Becky?!”
The pair of them are surprised and they speak almost in unison. Not quite. Never mind. There’ll be plenty of time to hear that later.
“Oh… um… Sam. Bless you. But you shouldn’t use those diner napkins. They’re scratchy… not good for your… um… your skin.”
Sam is just staring back at her, mouth open and uncomprehending. She clutches at the tissues and offers out the packet.
“I have tissues.” She explains, “Aloe vera. You should use them.”
Sam still looks confused, but he takes a Kleenex from the pack. “Thank you. Er… what are you doing in town?”
“I’m visiting a friend,” she lies, nodding at the tissues. “You can keep them all.”
“That’s kind of you,” he says as he unfolds the tissue. (He appreciates her, he appreciates her!) “But I don’t think I’m gonna need any more. Allergies,” he explains, “if they’re gonna bug me it’s usually just in the mornings ( ... )
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This part: (He appreciates her, he appreciates her!) I laughed so loud when I read that.
I just...gah...loved it!!!
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That’s okay. Becky’s not done just yet. Chuck told her that he hadn’t seen any further but she knows how these stories work: there’s plenty she can figure out for herself. Sam and Dean only arrived in town this morning, and they’re on a case: no way they’re leaving right away. It’s a small enough town. She swings her car keys round the loop of her keyring, which is actually totally awesome, by the way. She made it herself from a bunch of salt grains she found after the convention and one of those plastic holder things. Actual, real, demon-killing…
Shoot.
The ring, too big for her finger, slips from her hand and clatters onto the gravel. She dives to her knees to grab it. It focuses her mind. This time it isn’t about memorabilia and collectors items… (not even actual, genuine, one of a kind, eye-witness material). This is about Sam. And Becky has work to do.
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