ultraviolet9a | Drabble fic icon thingy and whiny drabble on rl.

I found the Default Icon Drabble Challenge hosted by

mceevia

smilla02.

Had to participate. Here's my take on it (with the said icon):

Dean’s always been the tough one, Sam thinks. Strong both inside and out, so good at hiding what hurts, like a deep, deep bottomless river. And Sam’s always been …Sam.
They don’t know. Doesn’t have to do anything with ESP, his secret. It’s just this piece of dark he carries inside him that makes his eyes look like blades of death when facing an enemy. That makes wielding the weapon more natural than holding Jess. That whispers to him in the dark and under sunlight saying I’m still here, Sam. Still here. And it never hushes. And never goes away.

Which was just what my mood needed because did i mention i screwed my car today?

Not much, but it's a scratch, my first real annoying scratch (or set of them) after 35.000 km while passing through a gate I've passed thousands of times before, infront of my colleagues too. Which is a bit mortifying really. And totally screwed me up.
And PMSing on top of it.
And the demon evil virus is almost there knocking me down. Throat bloody, ears achy, body sore and all that fun stuff. I am cranky.
I wonder how much the paint job will cost. I hate hate <i>hate</i> Mondays. With a passion. I just....AAAAAARGH. Yeah. *sobbing*
(Now i'll go read some fanfic. Makes me happy. *sniff*)