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likedillinger) wrote2010-07-02 09:01 pm
likedillinger) wrote2010-07-02 09:01 pm
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01. Put your music player on shuffle all.
02. Write a drabble for whatever song comes on.
03. You only have the time of the song to write it.
04. Once the song is over you’re done. You can’t write anything more for that drabble.
05. Do this five times.
All of these are Brave New World verse, or... crack therein. Sam isgetyourownpie , Cassie is farsees , Meredith is pyrokinetic_mom , Claire is autophoenix , Cas is holy_hand_print , Bela is insilksheets
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#1: Stuck In A Moment You Can't Get Out Of by U2
"I'm not scared, I just have very valid concerns about us bring supplies along. How much experience do we have going overseas anyway? When was the last time you summered on the Reine?" Dean snapped at Sam, who was standing, with folded arms, next to Cassie, who was imitating his pose, despite being half his height. It was a pretty comical image, but Dean was really missing the joke right now. There had to be a way outta this.
"We just... you know..."
"Dean," Sam said, in a calm voice that made Dean want to throw things at his head.
"Those airport security guys are real douchebags these days, you know, 9/11, and all..."
"Dean."
Dean felt a sweat breaking out that he could tell Cassie could just see, because she was smirking, and glancing up at Sammy, shaking her head.
A brilliant thought struck him and he burst out suddenly:
"Cupcakes!"
Sam looked at him like maybe he had snapped. Cassie looked as if she had seen that coming.
"Excuse me?" Sam finally managed to say.
"Cupcakes. Hiro brought me some of Meredith's cupcakes from New York when we were at Bobby's," Dean said, speaking too fast, feeling sort of like he was going to trip over his tongue, but needing to get this out there as soon as possible. "He could take us. It'd be the quickest way."
Cassie and Sam both looked at each with raised eyebrows.
And smirked.
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#2: Looking For It (Finding Heaven) by Jann Arden
There were a lot of things that were the same in every motel room. People who used them sparingly even knew that much, but those things had special significance to someone who basically lived in one. The cable channels, where they kept the spare towels, if you were lucky enough to be at a good enough place for spare towels...
The Bible stuck in the drawer next to the bed.
Dean didn't know when he'd started noticing when they were laying on top of the drawers upon arrival, but at some point, it'd come to his attention, and without even thinking about, each time, he'd yank the drawer open, and slide the book inside.
Cas noticed once. He stared at Dean with inscrutable eyes, as the hunter grabbed his bag of gear off the bed, but he said nothing as Dean moved past him.
He didn't really have to.
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#3: See You Again by Miley Cyrus
Dean stood in the doorway of the motel room, an expression of pure horror on his face but at the same time, he just... couldn't bring himself to move or react or do anything despite a lifetime worth of hunter instincts.
He was just rooted to the spot.
The music was blaring so loudly off from MTV that Sam didn't notice at all that Dean had even opened the door which was the only way to explain why he was sitting on the end of the bed, on his phone, head bopping back and forth as he ... sang along loudly into his phone.
That fucker really did know every ... single... word.
Of a fucking Miley Cyrus song.
"The last time I freaked out I just kept looking down... st-st-st-stuttering..." His epic head boppery caused him to look to the side and he froze, eyes popping open widely, and the phone did gymnastics in his hand and clattered to the floor.
Dean could hear Claire laughing, and then "..Sam? Sam, you there?"
Dean just shook his head slowly as Sam slammed his hand on the TV off switch.
"Dude. I refuse to admit that we're actually related," Dean said, and grabbed a beer outta the mini fridge, slipping right back out the door.
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#4: You Knew What This Was by Far-Less
The message was clear: this was a demon town.
They were behind every store window, staring out like moving mannequins, eyes following the boys down the street. Mannequins that housed little fedex-ed demonic packages delivered straight from hell.
It was all the worse now because Dean knew what this world looked like to them. He knew why they wanted to crawl up here.
He also knew why they wanted to desecrate it. Because they could never be a part of it again, no matter how much they might fool themselves.
Sometimes he hated himself for understanding it quite so clearly.
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#5: Ascot Gavotte from My Fair Lady
"I look like a freaking idiot," Dean murmured out of the corner of his mouth. Bela, an arm arched gracefully through his, smiled with all together too much satisfaction.
"You know, you look almost dashing, Dean. Though the scowl doesn't do much for you," she mused.
"I look like I'm here to sell ice cream," he growled, yanking at the bottom of his white suit jacket. "You're never dressing me again."
"Funny," she said, steering him towards their box, as the bell sounded and horses stampeded out onto the track. "I do believe that's what you said the last time."
"Would you like me to throw you down on the track?" he asked under his breath, even as he smiled widely and nodded towards the other people in the box turning to look them up and down, with obvious judgment, and... as much as he hated to admit it, approval.
"Actually, I was hoping to stick around long enough to hear you perform with the rest of the Barbershop quartet," she smiled back.
"I really hate you."
02. Write a drabble for whatever song comes on.
03. You only have the time of the song to write it.
04. Once the song is over you’re done. You can’t write anything more for that drabble.
05. Do this five times.
All of these are Brave New World verse, or... crack therein. Sam is
getyourownpie , Cassie is farsees , Meredith is pyrokinetic_mom , Claire is autophoenix , Cas is holy_hand_print , Bela is insilksheets --------------------------------------------
#1: Stuck In A Moment You Can't Get Out Of by U2
"I'm not scared, I just have very valid concerns about us bring supplies along. How much experience do we have going overseas anyway? When was the last time you summered on the Reine?" Dean snapped at Sam, who was standing, with folded arms, next to Cassie, who was imitating his pose, despite being half his height. It was a pretty comical image, but Dean was really missing the joke right now. There had to be a way outta this.
"We just... you know..."
"Dean," Sam said, in a calm voice that made Dean want to throw things at his head.
"Those airport security guys are real douchebags these days, you know, 9/11, and all..."
"Dean."
Dean felt a sweat breaking out that he could tell Cassie could just see, because she was smirking, and glancing up at Sammy, shaking her head.
A brilliant thought struck him and he burst out suddenly:
"Cupcakes!"
Sam looked at him like maybe he had snapped. Cassie looked as if she had seen that coming.
"Excuse me?" Sam finally managed to say.
"Cupcakes. Hiro brought me some of Meredith's cupcakes from New York when we were at Bobby's," Dean said, speaking too fast, feeling sort of like he was going to trip over his tongue, but needing to get this out there as soon as possible. "He could take us. It'd be the quickest way."
Cassie and Sam both looked at each with raised eyebrows.
And smirked.
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#2: Looking For It (Finding Heaven) by Jann Arden
There were a lot of things that were the same in every motel room. People who used them sparingly even knew that much, but those things had special significance to someone who basically lived in one. The cable channels, where they kept the spare towels, if you were lucky enough to be at a good enough place for spare towels...
The Bible stuck in the drawer next to the bed.
Dean didn't know when he'd started noticing when they were laying on top of the drawers upon arrival, but at some point, it'd come to his attention, and without even thinking about, each time, he'd yank the drawer open, and slide the book inside.
Cas noticed once. He stared at Dean with inscrutable eyes, as the hunter grabbed his bag of gear off the bed, but he said nothing as Dean moved past him.
He didn't really have to.
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#3: See You Again by Miley Cyrus
Dean stood in the doorway of the motel room, an expression of pure horror on his face but at the same time, he just... couldn't bring himself to move or react or do anything despite a lifetime worth of hunter instincts.
He was just rooted to the spot.
The music was blaring so loudly off from MTV that Sam didn't notice at all that Dean had even opened the door which was the only way to explain why he was sitting on the end of the bed, on his phone, head bopping back and forth as he ... sang along loudly into his phone.
That fucker really did know every ... single... word.
Of a fucking Miley Cyrus song.
"The last time I freaked out I just kept looking down... st-st-st-stuttering..." His epic head boppery caused him to look to the side and he froze, eyes popping open widely, and the phone did gymnastics in his hand and clattered to the floor.
Dean could hear Claire laughing, and then "..Sam? Sam, you there?"
Dean just shook his head slowly as Sam slammed his hand on the TV off switch.
"Dude. I refuse to admit that we're actually related," Dean said, and grabbed a beer outta the mini fridge, slipping right back out the door.
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#4: You Knew What This Was by Far-Less
The message was clear: this was a demon town.
They were behind every store window, staring out like moving mannequins, eyes following the boys down the street. Mannequins that housed little fedex-ed demonic packages delivered straight from hell.
It was all the worse now because Dean knew what this world looked like to them. He knew why they wanted to crawl up here.
He also knew why they wanted to desecrate it. Because they could never be a part of it again, no matter how much they might fool themselves.
Sometimes he hated himself for understanding it quite so clearly.
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#5: Ascot Gavotte from My Fair Lady
"I look like a freaking idiot," Dean murmured out of the corner of his mouth. Bela, an arm arched gracefully through his, smiled with all together too much satisfaction.
"You know, you look almost dashing, Dean. Though the scowl doesn't do much for you," she mused.
"I look like I'm here to sell ice cream," he growled, yanking at the bottom of his white suit jacket. "You're never dressing me again."
"Funny," she said, steering him towards their box, as the bell sounded and horses stampeded out onto the track. "I do believe that's what you said the last time."
"Would you like me to throw you down on the track?" he asked under his breath, even as he smiled widely and nodded towards the other people in the box turning to look them up and down, with obvious judgment, and... as much as he hated to admit it, approval.
"Actually, I was hoping to stick around long enough to hear you perform with the rest of the Barbershop quartet," she smiled back.
"I really hate you."
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Oh, and Sam would like to admit for the record he doesn't know any Miley Cyrus. I however beg to differ.
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But of course my favorite has to be #3. :3 I seriously could not stop laughing. It's amazing. <3!
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