November 11

This is my dad. He's holding me. My dad served in the Army--WWII, and in Viet Nam. He did thirty years and retired. The Army probably gave him a better life than he would have had in Florida at the time. My dad wasn't a service kind of guy. Once he got out of the army he was done. I think the thing he valued about his service was meeting my mom when he was stationed in Europe. (warbaby here).

He gave up a lot for this country, and in my opinion, gave a lot more than he got. When he came back to the States with my mom, it took them forever to find a place to live. Service wasn't good enough. He was a vet, but he was a Black vet, and that didn't mean anything to anyone. Still, he overcame, and eventually, Black vets were recognized for their service too.

So anyway, my dad--handsome devil.

SpN: Non Timebo Mala, 4/?

Title: Non Timebo Mala
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Dean/OMCs, Sam/OMCs, Dean/Sam
Rating: this post G, various by chapter
Word Count: 1765
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 huffed and crossed his arms—huffed again to cover the sharp tug at his heart. "You're one powerful annoying little so-'n-so. You keep out of that molasses, hear? Keep out of the cellar all together, you gonna break your neck going down those stairs. You'd do it just to make me mad, I swan."

*We done now, not mad any more* "...Dah Tobe…?" Dean's voice, rough with lack of use cracked in the air. Dean gave out words like precious nuggets, like it hurt to talk, and sometimes went so long, Tobe almost forgot he could….

"Boy, take them mocs off and don’t call me Daddy. All we need is to have someone hear that…" It made him sad to scold the boy for calling him so. He was an all around pain in his hind-quarters but in the weeks he'd had him, Tobe had come to think of the little boy as his—
(  just as much as Dean had come to think of Tobe as belonging to him. )

(no subject)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
DYING OF EMBARRASSMENT!!

And laughing my ass off!!!!!!!

KRIPKE YOU MOTHERFUCKER I LOVE YOU!!!!