( Dammit )
Anyway, the lovely
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Describe yourself as a Mary Sue (an idealized to the point of *barf* version of you) for the world of Supernatural in approximately 100 words. Then tag your friends!
She’s got soft hair, the kind that shines in sunlight and makes you want to reach out to it. Dark eyes that can’t hide anger, knowledge, love. Fear. They turn darker as she focuses on the Winchesters. Sam grabs his head in his hands. “Stop it!”
She does. Blood trickles down her nose.
“I’ll get some ice for you, sunshine,” Dean says.
It pains them to see her bleed, but Missouri swore the girl can bring John back, so her abilities must be honed. Every time she uses them, every time she claims a part of them, she gives a part of herself in return and the boys accept it in hope. Faith. Cuz somehow down that road they loved her-so hard not to love her, Dean thinks-and now she’s theirs, claimed with ties of hope. And blood. Like the blood Sam wipes from her face with gentle fingers.
*shrug* What? If you take out the mojo stuff that's me through and through! *bats eyelashes* Also? flist? Consider yourself tagged!
Also,
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So:
Sam: Dude, You know something? I put up with a lot from you.
Dean: What are you talking a bout? I'm a joy to be around.
Sam: Yeah, your dirty socks in the sink? Your food in the fridge?
Dean: What's wrong with my food?
Sam: It's not food anymore, Dean, it's Darwinism!
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