Friends....

I need your advice my friends! This concerns writing and specifically a huge mistake I made in Non Timebo Mala. *sigh* This comes of insufficient research and falling in love with a particular thing. So, turns out the prayer I used (Archangel Michael's Prayer) in an earlier chapter didn't exist at the time John's using it. I *KNOW*!!! Damn it! So what I want is for you to say it's okay--maybe I could just put a little note in about it? I mean, there's plenty of anachronistic stuff in the fic--not counting the demons who will always be outside of time in any SpN fic of mine. (that personal fanon thing). So, we're good right? And I don't have to look up any prayers from like, the middle ages or something right?

*hopeful bambi eyes*

Also this means I have some more NTM to post. I've worked it over as much as I can stand to and we're good to go! Yes, It's a Very NTM Christmas...just wee bit late....

Also--

Should I do the SpN BigBang this year? I swear I have a brain of my own, I just want some input! I need to talk to some one about it! *G*

SpN: Non Timebo Mala 16/?

Title: Non Timebo Mala
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Dean/OCs, Sam/OCs, Dean/Sam
Rating: R for violence
Word Count: 3246
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, thus, expect anachronisms and flagrant display of personal fanon. Warnings for sex ( occasional het and M/M, incest, rape.)

It was like a door had been opened in his mind, with the purpose being to torture him senseless. After the silly magic trick, there was barely a night he slept the whole way through. Nightly someone moved through his dreams, coming closer and closer. This presence, this person, angered and terrified him and made him long so hard for them…all Dean had to do was reach out and touch them and he'd know them. Turn around, if he could just make them turn around…

He woke up sometimes with wet cheeks or he woke up laughing, feeling as if he'd spent time with a wonderful friend, one who understood every feeling and fear and desire he had. It was overwhelming—draining.
( He kept it from Tobe. He had the feeling it was something the man wouldn't like at all. )