Love makes you do the wacky.

So przed and I have decided to throw caution to the wind and become co-conspirators in getting the first Pros Big Bang challenge up and running.

Our aim is simple; to get more long stories written, and to have artists and vidders sign up and collaborate with writers.

Our inaugural post is here at the newly minted ci5_boxoftricks comm. The Writer Sign-Up post is here and the Artist Sign-Up post is here. Everyone is welcome to join the community, whether you are going to scribble, vid, photoshop, draw, or not.

I would also like to take a moment to blow kisses to all the kind folk who offered their help and support with this, on and off LJ. przed and I may yet come running for advice and suggestions as things progress. And a special hug to norfolkdumpling, who made it all look so damn pretty..

Okay, this is waaay late, but this is for the lovely jojosimco's birthday. Which yeah, yeah, was over a month ago.

She wanted Dean napping, so she got this slice of Sam/Dean that became more schmoop than porn. And as to the title.. well, let's just say nothing is sacred with me.

Slash, angst-free (hey, it's birthday fic!), it's coffee-sized at around 2,000 words. Beta'd by the one and only mara_snh

Sam’s Very Own Norwegian Blue

Keyboard is working again and so am I..

Nieces and nephews are all huddled in front of the TV watching Batman strut his stuff in The Dark Knight on DVD. So seeing as how I've seen it already and how I sunburnt all my freckles yesterday, I am being good and staying indoors and at the laptop.

Where a Pros mood took me, so here is a pre-slash little wotnot for the Weekly Obbo Challenge over at teaandswissroll 700 words.

Plan A

Humidity hit 98% yesterday. WTF?? Seriously, how is that possible? Shouldn't we be like, fish or something?? Or at the very least have developed a few gills by now to help us breathe?? Anyhoo, jet lag is over, private lessons with a sweet but thick university student have begun, house is still full, and I am on pizza duty tomorrow - eep!

But I did manage some peace and quiet today in order to cram in a smidgen of cricket fluff for the challenge over at discoveredinalj.

Howzat!

A double drabble. Just because I miss writing like a limb and because I paid a deposit on my sleep debt this afternoon. This started life as a comment fic for paxlux, but I thought I could take it further so here it is. The lovely ancasta ran her beta eyes over it, and is now for her because she's not feeling well. Rest up, hon.

Gen, no spoilers needed.

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Sense Memories

The smell of creosote was one, freshly cut grass was another. So Dean guessed they must have had a fence and a lawn once upon a time. Not that he could fit the idea of mowing grass on a Sunday with anything he knew about his life and his father, but he figured the grass must have been cut regularly to keep it down, to keep it nice. Like his mom would have wanted.

So sometimes when that sound drifted in, it would pull at his thoughts and make him swallow. If things were just right, he let it. If nothing hurt and needed fixing, if Sam was breathing safe and loud in the next bed, if coffee and salt were right there, then he would lie back with his eyes closed and see himself out there in the grass with his dad; helping, getting underfoot, even playing in the cuttings. He always breathed in deep to let the moment go all the way, though. Because if the world was still enough, then the hum and whirr of a lawn mower on a summer morning was not just his dad, but also the faint, sweet sound of a child giggling.

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Yeah, yeah, I know it's finale night, and you're all buckling in with nails bitten to the quick.. but I'm the one chugging up behind you all, the one who just came out of Heaven and Hell - quite literally - and all I can say is Holy Crap that was good.

Seriously, my jaw is still hanging.

Ruby, Anna, Castiel, Uriel, Alastair - OMG, Alastair!!!- were mesmerising. Every last one of 'em.

And boys... oh boys.

As for Dean and the sheer awesomeness that is Jensen Ackles? I may have hugged the television at the end, I'm not quite sure.

Thanks to the lovely mara_snh, I now have the next 11 episodes of S4 to watch at my leisure. From 4.09 -I Know What You Did Last Summer, up to and including 4.19 Jump The Shark.

I may be gone a while.

And I also thought I'd jump on that predicting-the-finale bandwagon.

Under the cut for those determined to remain spoiler/discussion free - and there's also a link to an interview with Kripke, where he waxes lyrical about the S4 finale in that endearing, tantalisng, non-specific, join-the-dots-yourself way he has about him...

( interview with Kripke, and a musing or two )