Title: Hug it out, party on
Genre: Gen
Word Count: 865
Summary: Sam and Dean fight. Garth suggests hugs.
Spoilers: None really, but takes place in some nebulous season 7 time period.
Warning: THIS IS SUCH A BULLSHITTY PIECE OF FLUFF. But I’m posting it anyway, because there’s bound to be someone out there who’ll enjoy it.
Note: Confession: When I was a
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You know, when I first read the first draft of this? That was when I first started to like Garth. I blame you and this GLOOOORIOUSLY FLUFFY FIC.
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Love your userpic, btw. I can't write teh pron either...heh...
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The story of why I can't write porn goes like this: I was around 14 when I wrote my first fannish smut fic, and I didn't have a computer back then, so it was on notebook paper, and MY MOTHER FOUND IT AND TACKED IT TO THE FRIDGE SO I'D KNOW SHE READ IT. After that public humiliation, I was done. Maybe someday, though...
Thank you for reading!
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Re your icon, I'm glad you can't write porn because then you'd be writing wincest and I wouldn't be reading it!
FWIW I met DJ at the con in May and he is every bit as awesome as his character and just the same :D :D He is so appreciative of the love he is shown and he loves the SPN fandom :))
xoxo
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Thank you so much reading <33333333333333333333333
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To which Sam responded: This isn’t 1930, Dean. It’s acrylic, not porcelain.
Well excuse my ass, Bob Villa, Dean shouted, and it had all kind of escalated from there.
Haha, this is so them!
Horror passed briefly over the brothers’ faces.
Because losing a brother is their worst nightmare.
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