Ah, the easy-writing mojo. I had that all the way up until yesterday, and then today I sit down to try and write a challenge fic? *groan* Here's hoping we can help :)
John chopping wood, wearing boots, and plaid flannel. Making those little puffy things of puffy mist when he breathes. And he smells nice. Okay.. GO.
Mmm.. John. Men chopping wood is yay. And if there is sex against a tree? Hey, I won't mind. And if someone turns into an animal of some sort, or kills an animal, or sees an animal like in a vision, or wears masks, or is supernaturally animally whammied? Bonus. The sex thing and the animal thing together? Awesome.
Hah. Sorry. Take as much or as little from that prompt as you like. Like, it could just be about John. I give the worst prompts ever. That's just what I'd write about if I weren't too lazy and/or paralyzed with fear.
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Rock candy.
GO!
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Rock Candy is the English word.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_candy
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John. Ink.
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Here's hoping we can help :)
John in prison. Or one of them, in prison.
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Possibly Dean knows more about it already than John does.
years later, John gives Sam The Talk...or rather, asks Sam if Dean told him anything yet.
Of course, nothing says that Dean knows the Right Things, or that he passes them on to Sammy.
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I want baby fics which do not involve wee!chester please.
*grin*
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Mmm.. John. Men chopping wood is yay. And if there is sex against a tree? Hey, I won't mind. And if someone turns into an animal of some sort, or kills an animal, or sees an animal like in a vision, or wears masks, or is supernaturally animally whammied? Bonus. The sex thing and the animal thing together? Awesome.
Hah. Sorry. Take as much or as little from that prompt as you like. Like, it could just be about John. I give the worst prompts ever. That's just what I'd write about if I weren't too lazy and/or paralyzed with fear.
OKAY GO!
:)
PS: I love John.
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♥