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whit_meruleladydrace .(Counting page 7 from the start of chapter 1, therefore excluding the prologue, because I've already posted most of that elsewhere:)
“So, Sam and the pedlar-man.”
Bobby grunted as he sank into the other chair in their usual corner. “You sound like a teenage gossip, boy.”
“Yeah, and don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean, old man.” Dean shot a glance over at the main table in the middle of the Roadhouse. Sam and Gabriel were tag-teaming in that good old game Mocking Ash’s Hair, smooth as anything. Not that either of them had any room to be poking fun at anyone else’s hair, jesus, they were as ridiculous as each other. Jo was snickering helplessly into her spoon, Gwen was wearing her Everyone But Me Is So Immature face, and even Christian was trying not to look amused. Dean resolutely ignored the hurt little curl in his gut that said how usually it was only him who could team up with Sammy like that. Because Dean was awesome at shoving stupid, unhelpful shit down when it was getting in the way of working out what was best for Sam.
“Y’think Sam’s going to want to go with him?” Bobby followed Dean’s gaze, his eyes sharp and narrow under his hat.
“I think Sammy’s gonna want to get gone pretty damn soon either way.” Dean dropped his eyes back to his bowl, because he really didn’t want to watch. “And hell, maybe he should. Probably got a better chance anywhere that isn’t here, the way things are looking.” And hadn’t that taken Dean months to admit – months of Sam’s passive-aggressive bullshit and earnest touchy-feely explanations and epic bitch-faces. “I mean, all those other places out there – they can’t all be this bad, can they? All the angels and demons crap we got going on?”
Bobby made a sound like he wasn’t going to commit himself either way. “Going from what Gabriel and the other pedlars say, sure. Sounds more like what it was like when you were kids. Just regular evil crap. That don’t mean we just trust those folks out there.”
Dean nudged his foot back against the reassuring heat of Chevy’s flank under his chair. “Yeah, you wanna be the one to lock Sam down if he wants out? He’d just hate us both then run off at the stupidest possible moment and get himself eaten by an angel, or whatever. Least the Trickster already knows how to survive outside.”
Bobby gave him an odd look sideways. “So, what, that’s it, you’re just gonna trust him with your brother? Just ‘cos he’s human don’t make him dependable.”
(What a beautifully ironic closing line. :P)
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Date: 2012-04-08 08:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-08 09:51 pm (UTC)So there will be plenty of it to look into. :P
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Date: 2012-04-09 12:41 pm (UTC)I envy that word count. I've only ever managed more than 12k once.
And no. No sympathy from me. Because I'm a greedy bugger who just wants long, delicious fics. ;o)
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Date: 2012-04-09 09:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-09 08:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-09 09:25 pm (UTC)I always forget whom I've friended and whom I just stalk because I've forgotten that I haven't friended them. :)
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Date: 2012-04-10 08:50 pm (UTC)So at least this way, the request didn't come seemingly out of the blue. ;o)