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.

Comments

[eponin10.livejournal.com]

*g* Immediately after the last one left off? The angst and what's in the box are totally killing me.

[wendy.livejournal.com]

I second this request. And I will beg if needed!!

[lunardreamed.livejournal.com]

On my knees!

[beanside.livejournal.com]

Ask, and you shall recieve!

*points down at entry*

[beanside.livejournal.com]

Done! *points down*

[beanside.livejournal.com]

The house was too empty. Jared could hear the rain pattering on the roof, a steady miserable sound. Even crashing on the couch with Die Hard and Lethal Weapon didn't help. All he could think of was last night, Jensen curled up between them before everything went sideways. His thoughts kept coming back to that: why had Jensen taken off? Hadn't they made things as clear as anything?



Fine, so Jeff was probably right. So it was probably Jensen's issue, nothing that they did and nothing to do about it but wait for Jensen to get his head straight. Jeff could be reasonable about watching Jensen walk away; Jared couldn't. Maybe because Jeff expected Jensen to come back.



Then again, half the time, he couldn't make himself believe that Jeff would come back to him when he had to go out of town. A shrink would have a field day with him. And people wondered why he and Chad were friends. Hello, abandoment complexes, wonder twin powers activate.

Jared smiled bitterly as he flipped off the movie, stumbling across a re-run of House of Wax. Chad was kinda like Beetlejuice. Think his name, and somehow he always appeared. Maybe he should give the bastard a call, whine about Jensen leaving.

Nah. It still felt too fresh, too raw. Jared didn't even want to talk to Jeff about it. He'd ignored the phone, and the blinking machine in favor of sleeping late and watching shitty movies.

And here he was. Alone.

Sounding like a goth emo bitch on myspace.

This was pathetic. Time to go do something. Even if it was just painting. Or staring at the pooltable where just yesterday he'd been sprawled with Jensen's cock up his ass. God, he could still feel the burn.

[eponin10.livejournal.com]

*wimpers* You are evil. *g* Lovely, as always. Thank you, dear.

[wendy.livejournal.com]

I KNEW HE WAS HOME.

*beams*

[(Anonymous)]

Since I didn't request anything earlier, can I ask for more of this? Please? Please, please?

[bluesister.livejournal.com]

*snort*
Who's going to start an 12-Step for Nillybean fic? Yeah, no one.