bowtrunckle: (Dean & Impala sky)

I’m still attempting to do hard drive housekeeping.  As with most things of late, it’s sporadic, unpredictable and sort of manic.  *waves the white flag of surrender at life*  Ugh.

Title:
The Pieces You Carry
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1450
Warnings: Language
Summary: The summer after Sam is gone, Dean drives.  Pre-S6.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any part of the Supernatural universe.
A/N: The result of a flash prompt from [livejournal.com profile] hugemind.  I finally got around to capping off the end.  I hope you enjoy the rest, sweets!

All Dean needs, besides Sam, is space. )
bowtrunckle: (demons)

In another lifetime I pretended to write fic.  But most of the time what came out was lame and over indulgent so I would just stockpile everything on my HD and then delete it whenever I felt the need to purge and organize my life ... very therapeutic.  Anyway, in 2011 I've somehow decided not to press the delete key.  Yikes.  So, f-list, have some fic.  :)

Title:
You’re the answer I should know
Rating: R
Word Count: 5,200
Warnings: violence, language
Summary: Hell recycles.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any part of the Supernatural universe.
A/N: A reinterpretation of who Meg was.  

She smells them. And it makes her feel alive. )
bowtrunckle: (Sam "oh god")

I officially feel like a walking zombie.  As in brain dead and aimless.  The new semester is about to start and not having any classes to prepare for, I think I'm on the verge of hysteria.  Whoever would've guessed that staying at home and taking care of a 1 year old would be so rewarding and simultaneously mentally destabilizing.  *is slowly going insane*  On top of that I feel like I'm intellectually constipated to the point that I'm starting to seriously wonder if something is damaged.  So in order to make myself do something besides domestic things and in the spirit of cleaning out the old and bringing in the new for a new year, every week I'm going to post some fandom-related project that has been lingering on my hard drive for eons until they're all gone.  Yep.  No matter how many typos and incomplete thoughts, no matter how old the project *waves at SPN S3*, no matter how purple the prose or ridiculous the plot, no matter how much of a disaster it is, I'm going to post it.  Prepare yourselves for ... I don't even know (see? I can't even come up with a suitable analogy) this journal is going to become an excavation site of an ancient and ugly landfill called bowtrunckle's hard drive dump.  Feel free to wave your pompoms, groan into your hands, silently pity me and my lack of brainwaves *beep beep beep booooooooooooo*, or join me in my housekeeping.  :D

That being said, here's the first dump.  Whew, I already feel better deleting this file.  One down and who knows how many to go!

\o/ )

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