oh, my!

Oh, Daneel, how oddly and totally fascinated I am by your boobies--I mean--congratulations!

Don't hate, but there's a celebrity sex tape I might actually want to watch. What? I'm writing! These things pop in my head when I'm writing.

Actually, I tell a lie. I just spent two hours arranging my icons and pics. Some folks changed their names, or I had icons incorrectly tagged. *sniff* Deleted a bunch I snagged somehow without crediting and I don't like to use uncredited art. I also cleaned the bathroom, the guest room (or BG's former room), ran a load of laundry, dumped some stuff that magically turned from treasured articles to junk with the passage of the years--Yo, does anybody know what the fuck this thing is? No? Than why've we got it, fercrisake--it was a busy day. Ran up to my beloved little toldthestars's with Uncle Daddy and he fixed her bike tire and we talked about our stories (and oh my god the one she's working on now--fabulous!) And this, this is what I do to get out of writing.

What a whack-a-loon!!

SpN: Non Timebo Mala, 2/?

Title:Non Timebo Mala
Author:roxy
Pairings/Characters:Dean/Sam Dean/omc, Sam/omc
Rating: this post G, various by chapter
Word Count: 1198
Spoilers:might be considered spoilery for All Hell Breaks Loose
Summary: Sam Winchester is looking for the ultimate weapon, one that will destroy the demon who destroyed his family. Dean Kane was raised to be a maker of weapons. He was just the man Sam needed.

Notes/Warnings: This is my AU version of the Colt's making. Increeeedibly AU. It's completely a child of my wild imaginings. Warnings for sex, brief het and M/M, incest. Sections will have individual warnings.

Tobe glanced over the dead woman, gave brief thought to burying her, but shook his head. Someone else would have to take that job. He was loathe to be stuck in unfamiliar lands, snowed in, and anxious to get the boy away from a dangerous area. They'd singled him—his family—out for a reason. He picked the boy up, sat him in front of him. Reached into his duster pocket and pulled out a charm made of red thread and nails, and hung it around his small neck. Tobe pulled the duster shut around them both, and took him away from the grave of his family. "My name is Tobias Kane; you can call me Tobe, okay?"

( Dean nodded and repeated it to himself, inside his head. Tobe. )