Happy Winchester Day!

[beanside]

So, in honor of Winchester Day (and because more than a couple people seem to want it), I'm going to ressurect the timestamp meme.

So, pick any fic of mine that you want to see more of, and tell me when you want it set. I'll do my best to give you a drabble or ficlet.

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[tikiaceae.livejournal.com]

Dean and/or Andrew!

[beanside.livejournal.com]

“What’s the fourth circle, and why are you giving Levi orders?”

Andrew stilled for a moment. “Eavesdropping, John? Not very hospitable of you.”

“I’m an inhospitable kind of guy.” John stood, crowding Andrew until he took a step back. “What are you?”

“I don’t-“

“I’ve met Levi before. When you were eight. Funny, he looks the same,” John said shortly. “Now, what are you?”

Andrew shrugged. “The same thing I’ve always been. Human.”

“That doesn’t mean a lot, boy.”

Andrew sighed, unbuttoned the top of his shirt and pulled out the leather cord within. An anti-possession pendant hung chunky and silver at his fingertips. “I’m human and clean. Better?”

“Partly,” John conceded. “What else are you?”

Andrew’s smile was dark. “A little of this, a little of that.”

“I’m not kidding, Andrew.”

“What are you going to do, kill me? Put a bullet in my brain? I’ve fucking tried, it doesn’t work,” Andrew snarled. “Here, let me help you.”

He moved, quicker than John could follow, pulling John’s gun from its holster under his arm and popping the clip. “Silver, John? You think I’m a shapeshifter?”

“Alternates with cold iron and rock salt hollow points,” John said, glaring. There was still a cold iron one in the chamber, he knew. Perfectly acceptable to put in his head, if Andrew was so inclined.

With a firm push, Andrew slid the clip back in and took the safety off. “Always prepared,” Andrew smirked, offering the gun back, butt first.

The moment John’s hand touched it, curling around the grip, Andrew let his knees go, sinking to the stone floor of the church. “Go ahead, John. I’m not quite human. Isn’t that enough for you? You’ve always been judge, jury and executioner,” Andrew taunted.

“Andrew-“

“I’m a danger to you and your boys, aren’t I? Go ahead, do it.” Andrew closed his eyes, but not before John saw the traitorous shine of unshed tears behind his glasses. “Do it,” Andrew growled, pressing his forehead against the barrel. “Do it.”

[tikiaceae.livejournal.com]

Maybe I shouldn't have asked for this... it's making me even *more* impatient! *sniffles*

Oh, Andrew.

[fureux.livejournal.com]

*puts hand up*

um, miss? i think i just NUKED my undercrackers. DAMN!