Blood will Flow

The Meaning of Life, the Universe and Everything
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Birthday Drabblette for blackrabbit42: word count 300
Warnings: pure silliness
Summary: A surprise encounter for the Winchesters. Happy Birthday blackrabbit42, this was inspired by your recent Impala encounter!
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“Dean?”

Sam rested the paper bag of shopping on the roof of the Impala, risking Dean’s bitching about grease stains in the face of his brother’s weird, fixed expression.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”

Dean jumped, staring at Sam as if he didn’t recognise him. His mouth opened and closed, and Sam had to bite his tongue to avoid telling Dean what a great impression of a guppy he was doing.

“You’re there. I mean, here. I mean… I thought…um.”

“You’re not making a lot of sense, you know,” Sam pointed out, before grabbing the bag and opening the car door.

“Dean, why is there a rabbit in the car?”

Sam had to admit it was a very cute rabbit, one of those long-haired types, kind of chestnut coloured and…oh. Sam chuckled.

“You thought it was me? Really?”

“Well, come on Sammy, it just suddenly appeared inside the Impala and sat there looking at me with that sad, hungry expression, what was I supposed to think?”
Sam shook his head as Dean slid in behind the wheel, the rabbit sitting expectantly between them.

“Well apart from anything else, Dean, it’s a girl.”

“Yeah well, that figures, Princess,” Dean retorted, grinning.  The rabbit thumped, clearly eager to be on the move. Dean turned the key and Baby roared. The rabbit jumped onto Sam’s lap, and he thought for a second she’d been scared by the noise. Then he realised her trembling was excitement. She stretched across to place her paws on the dash, her pink nose quivering.

“Let’s go for a drive,” Dean said, absently stroking her silky fur with his free hand. Soothed, Sam dozed off, only to dream about sunlight on grass and having lots of sex.

But the weirdest thing was – exactly forty-two miles later, the rabbit just – vanished.

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Thank you, thank you everyone who's sent me birthday wishes today - i've been swamped in the lurve, and it's a beautiful thing. My LJ inbox was chocker, I had tweets, and Facebook goodies, and virtual gifts, and song spams and gifspams and all sorts of lushness and I am very grateful. Hopefully I have thanked each and every one of you individually, but in case I have not - THANK YOU!

I woke up this morning and could have made you a list of things NOT to do on your birthday - like

• having a sniffle in the bathroom because you are missing your Dad, and then


• weigh yourself on your Mum's bathroom scales and find you are two (yes TWO) stone heavier than you thought you were. (For you Americans, that's 28 pounds btw)


• or end up waiting in most of the morning because the register office is incompetent and has mislaid your father's death certificates that are needed to finalise various financial affairs and they are supposed to be ringing you back...

So the stuff that y'all sent me was indeed a very cheering thing, as was the delicious mushroom pizza I had for lunch, and the big bar of Aero I scoffed this afternoon in definace of the bathroom scales' message of doom.

Tomorrow I return home and hope to be able to stay for longer than a couple of days this time. I need to have some down time so I can catch up on everything!

In honour of BADBASTION's recent house move and to celebrate the birthday of one of the loveliest and most talented of LJ folk, here's a bit of silliness...

Hope you are settling in to your new place ok and that you have the bestest birthday ever!

I've been overwhelmed by all the good wishes, physical and virtual gifts today, not to mention the fact that when checking my virtual gifts I realised I've got a stack from Christmas, New Year and last fricking year I never realised were there!! Now y'all must have thought I was such a rude bugger, not saying ta very much for those before now. Doh!

So here's my sheepishly apologetic thank you for everything, you are the bestest Flisties in the world, without a doubt.

So far on my birthday, the sun has shone. I've been to the park for egg and chips with an old friend and the hubster, and we sat outside soaking up the sun. Mabel the tawny owl was resplendent in her tree for us when we wandered up in her direction for an ice cream, and my friend made me lemon drizzle cake.
Carrie and her ice cream, and me with mine, in the park. It ain't Italian but it's still ice cream. So.

Paul got me this lovely silver ring, Aesop's Fables illustrated by Arthur Rackham, an embroidered top, ash48's Fan Phenomena Supernatural book and we are going down to London on 12th to see Once, which I'm really looking forward to as I'm told it's even better than the film.

I got one of those wee Dean Pop figures, plus a SPN spinoff novel which I think I already read, but hey, who's counting. My brother in law bought it for me, along with the DVD box set of Grimm season 2, one of Brian Froud's squashed fairies books which I think Dean would heartily approve of, and a build your own Weeping Angel. Which I may pass on as they are too scary. BIL also gave me one of Castle's Nicki Heat novels, which cracked me up, I had no idea they'd done that for real! He also got me another FIVE note books, after buying me a set of ten for Christmas. Plus a bunch of pencils. I know I'm suppose to be a writer but that is serious pressure!! LOL

But still, like dust, I'll rise
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word count: 100
For MEAZRAEL_64’s birthday – hope you had a great day, my friend!
Warnings: none
Summary: It’s Dean’s birthday, and I’d like to think that at least once while Sam was at Stanford, Dean got to celebrate one of his birthdays with his little brother.

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Whiskey glows deepest amber, catching the light and shooting shards of gold and orange dancing across the walls. Dean absently turns the glass in his hand, his mind strangely empty and serene.

Dad’s on a job who-the-fuck-knows-where. Sam’s safe, geeking out with his new study-buddies… and Dean? He’s in a student bar, wondering whether to order another twenty-year-old malt to celebrate his twenty-fifth birthday, or to challenge the loud jock student at the pool table to a match that was liable to end with a brawl.

A warm hand and familiar voice forestalls both options and his heart leaps.

“Dean?”

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A/N the title is a shout out to the glorious Maya Angelou, who sadly died yesterday. It’s from her poem Still I Rise