OK, I'll do the three-sentence meme too
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verucasalt123Prompt me a character(or pairing) and an AU setting, and I'll give you three sentences. This should be good practice for me since I suck ass at AUs.
My fandoms are SPN, BBC Sherlock and Angel the Series.
My fandoms are SPN, BBC Sherlock and Angel the Series.
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Date: 2012-09-16 12:39 am (UTC)J2, Jared owns a coffee shop and Jensen is a closeted cop. Will their love find a way?LOL
Dean/Cas, super-bored phonesex operators.
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Date: 2012-09-16 01:07 am (UTC)"It's been a slow fucking night."
"No shit. My callers are all vanilla closet cases", Dean replied.
Cas held out his hand and spoke into the headset.
"Yeah, baby, you're so hot like that", he said, rolling his eyes and giving the international symbol for jerking off.
Dean stifled a giggle.
Cas glared, hit the mute button again. "If you quit distracting me, I'll suck you off in the break room later."
Picking up another call, Dean slid into character with a look on his face like he was taking someone's order at the Burger King counter. "Hi, sexy, what can I do for you tonight?"
Not listening to the response, he mouthed "Deal" in Cas' direction.
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Date: 2012-09-16 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-16 02:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-16 12:45 am (UTC)I can totally post a proper comment lol
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Date: 2012-09-16 01:11 am (UTC)He was gorgeous, bangs falling into his eyes and just Dean's type.
"Just the check. Write your phone number on it, maybe?"
Sam stared for a minute, then walked away.
Dean figured he'd struck out.
Until he got his bill, a hastily-scrawled number gracing the back of the grease-stained paper.
Score.
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Date: 2012-09-16 02:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-16 02:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-16 12:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-16 01:17 am (UTC)Until they tried to check into a motel in a small town where a muscle car convention had taken up almost all the rooms. The clerk took one look at them and said, "I've got one left, just a king room, but I'm sure the two of you won't mind."
Taking the key, Dean said, "What the fuck? He just assumes we're gay?"
Sam's response, not surprisingly, was, "What the fuck? We still bother with getting two beds?"
"Well, at least then no one has to sleep in the wet spot."
"Yeah, but we get more room this way."
Dean couldn't really argue with that point.
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Date: 2012-09-16 01:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-16 02:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-16 01:23 am (UTC)Cas finished his rounds and headed toward the tiny closet where doctors were allowed to catch a nap between shifts. He was accosted by Dean before he got there.
Looking around carefully, mindful of the rules about doctors and nurses fraternizing, Dean asked, "Mind if I join you?"
And yeah, fine, Cas couldn't say no to Dean even when he was beyond exhausted.
The two of them squeezed into the small bunk and had been there approximately two minutes before the door opened, almost no light getting in due to the gigantic shadow that was cast against the lights from the hallway.
"I'm not going to get any sleep, am I?"
Sam responded by shoving Dean down the bed and kneeling on the floor next to them.
"Nope. Sorry."
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Date: 2012-09-16 02:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-16 03:57 am (UTC)Dean/Spike, blind date.
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Date: 2012-09-16 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-17 01:31 am (UTC)Blonde had introduced himself as 'Spike', and after a withering glare from Dean, had amended, "S'just a nickname, I'm Will."
Oh, an accent. Okay, so maybe this dude seemed kind of pretentious but he was hot, and then of course he got the bonus points for the accent.
Everyone knows an accent gets bonus points. Not that Dean had a neat little scorecard in his brain every time he went on a date. Obviously.
"Dean. So, this is your usual hangout?"
"Yeah. Good jukebox, cheap beer, don't have to go outside for a smoke."
All right then. So maybe this wasn't the worst blind date his brother had ever set up for him.
Dean took an offered cigarette from the guy and asked him if he played any pool.
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Date: 2012-09-17 02:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-17 02:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-17 07:16 am (UTC)Angel is delirous and is alternatively seeing Wesley and Doyle in his disjointed dreams. What is he telling them?
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Date: 2012-09-18 10:56 pm (UTC)At least he thought he was calling out.
It was hard to tell after however long it had been, impossible to make out the difference between dreams and madness and hallucinations when the overwhelming hunger threatened to take away his sanity completely.
The next face he saw was Doyle's, and he was smiling; Angel was trying to say something...maybe something about sacrifice and love.
Doyle was talking back to him, he thought, maybe...not that Angel could hear anything, not really.
And there was Wesley again, trying to talk, but unable to get out any words because of the blood dripping from his throat.
It was all confusing, but everything was confusing now, Angel figured this was it for his sanity, he'd never come back. Just as he thought he felt movement, a tug, something lifting him up, he lost himself again.
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Date: 2012-09-19 12:58 pm (UTC)I wanted to see all 3 in a story but not once thought about the time Angel was at the bottom of the ocean.
You really did a fantastic job with this, thank you!
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Date: 2012-09-19 01:01 pm (UTC)