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203: Bloodlust

Jan 01, 2011 16:40

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season 2, 203 - bloodlust

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monicawoe January 2 2011, 00:10:39 UTC

DEAN: Yep. You all right, Sammy?

SAM: I'm fine.

GORDON: Well, lighten up a little, Sammy.

SAM: He's the only one who gets to call me that.

monicawoe January 6 2011, 01:09:32 UTC

DEAN
Well Sam, they didn't just let you go.

SAM
That's exactly what they did.

monicawoe January 6 2011, 23:40:27 UTC

GORDON: Know why I love this life?

DEAN: Hmm?

GORDON: It's all black and white. There's no maybe. You find the bad thing, kill it. See, most people spend their lives in shades of gray. Is this right? Is that wrong? Not us.

No Room for Gray borgmama1of5 June 23 2011, 03:56:58 UTC

The hinge squeaked lightly as Sam pushed it open and he froze, listening for a break in the chanting that would mean his entrance had been marked ( ... )

Re: No Room for Gray monicawoe June 23 2011, 11:05:01 UTC

Awesome! Another addition to the soulless!Sam anthology!

I really would love to know all the contents of Samuel's library...

Re: No Room for Gray borgmama1of5 June 23 2011, 18:41:49 UTC

Thanks!

Hmm, will the soulless!Sam anthology be in Samuel's library?

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wynefred January 14 2011, 18:05:51 UTC

Dean: Oh, don't listen to him, baby. He doesn't understand us.

wynefred January 14 2011, 18:06:22 UTC

Dean: So much f-d up crap happens in Florida.

Watchin' the Sun Bake quickreaver March 10 2011, 17:19:31 UTC

The Impala stretched like a big black shark under the baking sun. Its wheels were half-sunk in sand, buffets of salty air throwing a dull coat on the flanks of the car. The windows were down. Swaying from the rearview mirror by a pink ribbon was a plastic gewgaw of Minnie Mouse in a polka-dot bikini; she drifted lazily back and forth to the shushing of the surf. The boys had picked her up just outside of Celebration because Dean thought they needed some memento, some token of commercial Disneyfication to commemorate their brush with The Happiest Place on Earth. Sam had every intention of throwing Minnie from the moving car as soon as Dean turned his head. Music was playing…one of Dean’s old cassettes. Wasn’t the best quality, but then who needed high fidelity when you had Nazareth wailing a whisky-soaked lament of how much “love hurts” and “love scars”. Sounded better with wear and tear anyway ( ... )

Re: Watchin' the Sun Bake quickreaver March 10 2011, 17:19:55 UTC

(...con)

Sam’s eyes pinched into slits, a vertical gouge digging between the brows. “Dude, Elvis…has not left the building…”

Dean’s beer nearly slipped from his fingers and he issued a strangled sound from his throat that was evidently a chortle trying to make a break for it. Either that or heat stroke.

The boys watched, in tandem, as not-Elvis strolled off down the strand, proud of his pompadour, his marigold Speedo, his bad self. They watched the man’s broad cheeks twitch until he was too far away to make out detail. A lonely gull cried. The surf murmured its soft tattoo. And Dean settled back onto his lawn chair, crossing legs at ankles and taking a pull off his beer.

“Sammy, So much f-d up crap happens in Florida..”

“Yes, yes it does, Dean.”

The boys resumed their sweltering, sand-sticky silence and cat-napped their way through another six beers.

Re: Watchin' the Sun Bake wynefred March 10 2011, 23:57:51 UTC

Heh. Nice little vacation moment for the boys. lol the Elvis dude!

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