I'm not all that picky when it comes to fic with the exception of Wincest and the vast majority of the female characters on the show. I'll give you free reign to decide, though! I pretty much stick to writing anyway, but I might not be to shabby with icons or wallpapers, if you want!
"Where's his brother?" the woman, Missouri, asked as she bustled into the room, carrying a tray with tea and an honest-to-God crystal ball on it. She set it down on the table and looked at him, hand on her hip, waiting for an answer.
John held Sam close to his chest and frowned suspiciously. Sam, oblivious, gurgled and reached for his dad's ear.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. Your face will freeze that way," Missouri scolded. "It's not as if you and your boys haven't been in the paper."
John relaxed slightly and shifted Sam to his other arm. Really, it was his nap time, but he still wasn't comfortable leaving Sam alone with strangers, not without Dean there, too. "Dean's at... I thought I'd try him at preschool again. I thought it might do him some good."
"School isn't going to make that boy talk."
John sucked in his breath and Sam made an unhappy noise, against his father's chest.
"Stop those thoughts, man. You came to me because I say I'm a psychic. do you think I'm a liar, too?" She took a seat in the wooden chair across from him and folded her arms across her chest.
"I'm not -" John cut himself short. "I don't know what is going on anymore. I just want to know what happened to my wife. I need to know how to protect my boys."
"No, you don't."
"What?" John looked startled at Missouri's firm proclamation. "No. I won't have anyone hurting my sons and -and I can't believe that my Mary's death was just because of electrical wiring. I saw her on the ceiling," he whispered brokenly.
"How about I tell you that you're upset about your wife's death, but that everything will be alright, in the end? Let Dean care about his baby brother as much as he wants. I'll even throw in a fresh batch of gingerbread cookies to sweeten the deal."
"No, I need to know the truth." John was desperate, for something, for anything.
"You'll be happier," Missouri said gently.
"I can't have my boys hurt again." He didn't say that he wouldn't survive another devastating loss.
Missouri sighed gustily. "You won't like this, John. You won't like it at all and your boys will like it less."
"Tell me."
"Your wife didn't die because of faulty electrical wiring." She gazed at Sam, who looked back at her with his wide, innocent eyes. "And Sam, here, he might still be in danger."
"Sammy?" he asked. "Why would someone hurt Sammy? Even if he didn't see something, he's barely six months old."
"Is Dean somewhere safe? Do you trust the people he is with?"
John frowned. "What kind of father do you think I am? Of course my son is safe. Mary and I inspected that preschool ourselves."
"Good. I need you to focus on what I'm saying and know that I'm not telling you an untruth. Know that you can keep yourself and those boys of yours safe. Just listen to what I say."
“I went to Missouri and I learned the truth”. - Home, Episode 1.09
Gurl, this hurt my heart. It's got to be one of my favorites that I've received so far. Of course, now it makes me feel bad that I don't have anything to give to you at the moment because I was under the assumption that we had until Friday or Saturday. I'm a bad person. D: Tell me what you've got in mind and I'll make it happen for ya!
Mostly, I write fic, seeing as I suck at everything else, but... I really just could not think of one damn thing to write. Instead, I fiddled around with Paintshop for a little while and this is what I came up with. You're free to hate it. lol. It's a wallpaper, btw
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John held Sam close to his chest and frowned suspiciously. Sam, oblivious, gurgled and reached for his dad's ear.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. Your face will freeze that way," Missouri scolded. "It's not as if you and your boys haven't been in the paper."
John relaxed slightly and shifted Sam to his other arm. Really, it was his nap time, but he still wasn't comfortable leaving Sam alone with strangers, not without Dean there, too. "Dean's at... I thought I'd try him at preschool again. I thought it might do him some good."
"School isn't going to make that boy talk."
John sucked in his breath and Sam made an unhappy noise, against his father's chest.
"Stop those thoughts, man. You came to me because I say I'm a psychic. do you think I'm a liar, too?" She took a seat in the wooden chair across from him and folded her arms across her chest.
"I'm not -" John cut himself short. "I don't know what is going on anymore. I just want to know what happened to my wife. I need to know how to protect my boys."
"No, you don't."
"What?" John looked startled at Missouri's firm proclamation. "No. I won't have anyone hurting my sons and -and I can't believe that my Mary's death was just because of electrical wiring. I saw her on the ceiling," he whispered brokenly.
"How about I tell you that you're upset about your wife's death, but that everything will be alright, in the end? Let Dean care about his baby brother as much as he wants. I'll even throw in a fresh batch of gingerbread cookies to sweeten the deal."
"No, I need to know the truth." John was desperate, for something, for anything.
"You'll be happier," Missouri said gently.
"I can't have my boys hurt again." He didn't say that he wouldn't survive another devastating loss.
Missouri sighed gustily. "You won't like this, John. You won't like it at all and your boys will like it less."
"Tell me."
"Your wife didn't die because of faulty electrical wiring." She gazed at Sam, who looked back at her with his wide, innocent eyes. "And Sam, here, he might still be in danger."
"Sammy?" he asked. "Why would someone hurt Sammy? Even if he didn't see something, he's barely six months old."
"Is Dean somewhere safe? Do you trust the people he is with?"
John frowned. "What kind of father do you think I am? Of course my son is safe. Mary and I inspected that preschool ourselves."
"Good. I need you to focus on what I'm saying and know that I'm not telling you an untruth. Know that you can keep yourself and those boys of yours safe. Just listen to what I say."
“I went to Missouri and I learned the truth”. - Home, Episode 1.09
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And don't feel bad. I wrote that today at work because it was a slow day. I also discovered Idiotville, Oregon.
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