Stolen meme - not surprising since I am from Georgia.

What American accent do you have?
Created by Xavier on Memegen.net

Southern. Love it or hate it, your accent says you're probably from somewhere south of the Ohio River.

If you're not from the South, you probably were overanalyzing the questions. Take the quiz again but don't think so hard next time.

Take this quiz now - it's easy!

We're going to start with "cot" and "caught." When you say those words do they sound the same or different?

Different Same, no wait I mean different, maybe, a little bit different... Same

Little comment-fic fill I did earlier this weekend.

I wrote this for loveinstars over at the spnfluffmeme round for November. Just a tiny ficlet for this prompt: Sam hadn't even thought about Thanksgiving, they just weren't the type to celebrate lately. At least, he hadn't before Gabriel turned their motel room into a veritable all you can eat buffet. Hope y'all like it.

"What the fuck?"

Dean didn't even need an answer to his question once he saw Gabriel standing ten feet away. The beds and crappy TV and cabinets were gone, and the only thing in the room was a giant dining table, complete with four chairs and covered in bowls, platters and plates of food.

Ridiculous food. A sliced turkey, a heaping bowl of mashed potatoes, that green bean casserole stuff with the fried onions on top, a basket of steaming hot yeast rolls, and...Jesus Christ, pies. FOUR pies.

"It's Thanksgiving, Winchester, that's what the fuck. I thought you all liked this kind of thing."

Sam was still standing with his mouth hanging open at the entrance to the room, but he managed to recover enough to at least close the door behind him.

"Gabe. Seriously? This is amazing."

Gabriel beamed and moved toward Sam, pulling him into an embrace. "You like it? Really?"

"Of course I like it", Sam replied, ruffling his lover's hair and kissing him on the top of his head. "Thank you."

"Ah, the giving of thanks. What it's all about, right? Anyway, we're missing someone. Castiel", Gabriel called out, "come on down here and have dinner with this caveman you love."

Dean glared, hard, until Cas actually appeared at his side, then he could only smile.

"Gabriel, you know I do not require food."

"Thanksgiving isn't about what you require, little bro. It's about stuffing yourself silly and committing the sin of gluttony. Fairly tame, considering the lust and fornication-"

Dean cut Gabriel off there with a look that would have been scary had it not been directed at an archangel. "All right, enough." He kissed Castiel chastely, and suggested they sit down.

Sam interjected as everyone started piling their plates, "Wait, aren't we supposed to say grace?"

Gabriel agreed. "Thank you, me, for providing this spectacular meal, and thank you, again, me, for bringing us all together for this occasion."

Sam looked at him expectantly.

"Oh, all right, fine. Amen. Happy now, sweetheart?"

They were all happy, actually. And Dean even thought for a minute maybe he'd have to put some effort into being nicer to Gabe after he convinced Castiel to taste the pecan pie.

spn_30snapshots ficlet - Everywhere

Title: Everywhere
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean, Castiel, Bobby
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #10, Shadow
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: The things that weren’t there always stole the show.

The first thing Dean saw, moving through the doors of the old barn, wasn’t Castiel. It was his shadow.

As the lights blew one by one, shadows were cast all over the walls. Dean could see them even as he concentrated on emptying his weapon.

His own shadow, falling over Bobby’s prone figure on the floor.

The shadow of magnificent wings, a picture that Dean would never forget as long as he lived.

He didn’t know, now, how long that would be.

Every day he felt more and more like a shadow himself. Eventually, he figured, the light would turn and he’d disappear.

Another comment fic fill. I'm on a roll tonight.

I wrote this one for a prompt that my good friend dante_s_hell left on the spnfluffmeme back in September. Hope you like it, honey.

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"This sucks dick. Not in the good way."

Sam concealed his chuckle as he continued cutting Dean's slice of pizza into bite-sized pieces. "I know, man. You'll be all right in a few days."

"Doesn't matter. Hell, at least if it had happened on a hunt, it wouldn't make me feel like such a dumbass."

Dean injuring both his hands hadn't happened on a hunt, though. It happened because he fell. Well, he tripped. Over his own feet. In a diner parking lot. In order to avoid a faceplant, he tried to catch himself and in the process, sprained both his wrists and covered his fingers and palms in serious road rash. Sam had ace-bandaged Dean's wrists and coated his hands with Neosporin before covering them with gauze. It wouldn't take long to heal, but in the meantime, both Dean's hands were useless.

Which was how they'd found themselves at the rickety table in their motel room with Sam holding out a forkful of pizza in the general direction of Dean's mouth.

"Gotta be fed like a fuckin' baby."

"Open up for the pizza, De, come on, don't make me have to do the airplane thing."

"Shut the fuck up, Sam", Dean replied, but he took the bite of pizza.

Sam wished that he could get away with using his free hand to take a picture of this, but he'd really rather not spend all this time hand-feeding his brother just to get murdered by him once his hands had healed.

Still, he took an inordinate amount of pleasure in wiping Dean's face clean with a napkin once he'd finished his dinner.

Next on the list: helping Dean out of his clothes so they could go to sleep.

Or maybe not go to sleep.

Definitely helping him get his clothes off, though.

Sam didn't feel guilty about it at all. Taking advantage of a situation is all a matter of perspective, really.