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rionaleonhart) wrote2008-10-21 07:34 pm
rionaleonhart) wrote2008-10-21 07:34 pm
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How Long Have You Been On Fire?
Here's a fun meme I attempted about half a year ago. I haven't really written anything for a couple of months, and right now I need to relearn how to get into a character's mindset, so it seems a good time to repost it.
Ask any character you think I might be able to manage a question, and I'll reply in-character as them with an answer (or possibly reply as myself going 'WHAT THE HELL, I CAN'T DO THIS'). Feel free to ask either as yourself or as another character.
Ask away! (You may, if you wish, ask multiple questions (perhaps of multiple characters) or attempt to engage the characters in extended conversation.)
Ask any character you think I might be able to manage a question, and I'll reply in-character as them with an answer (or possibly reply as myself going 'WHAT THE HELL, I CAN'T DO THIS'). Feel free to ask either as yourself or as another character.
Ask away! (You may, if you wish, ask multiple questions (perhaps of multiple characters) or attempt to engage the characters in extended conversation.)
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He had to step outside and see, of course. Looking after his little brother was what he'd been put on the earth to do. At least the most recent time.
"Are you eating?" Sam asked the woman. "Healthy food, I mean. Here." Sam started counting out the cash.
"I'm eating fine." The woman took the money, Dean noticed.
"Hey, Sammy," Dean said, poking his head out. "And hey..."
Sam turned around. "Dean! Hi! This is...Della."
In better light, the pregnant chick was no chick at all. "Delaware Springer." The guy stuck his hand out. "So you're the legendary Dean?"
Dean shook the guy's hand. "Hey. You a hunter?" He'd heard of this kind of thing. Hunting accidents. Guys who tangled with the wrong kind of creature, and wound up with something growing inside them. Sometimes it took a long time to get them out safely.
"Sometimes." Delaware smiled. "I'm a friend of Sam's. A close friend. Especially these past few months."
Dean didn't like how the guy said close, but he held it in. Pregnancy hormones could do weird things to guys, apparently. At least that's what Dad had always said. "Delaware, is that like Indiana Jones?"
Delaware grinned in a way that made Dean think he might like the guy. "Yeah!" He smacked Sam's arm. "See, he knows! Saw those movies when I was like ten and picked the name."
Dean smiled back. "There was like a month after I first saw those movies where I wanted to be Montana Winchester."
"You should!" Delaware clapped an arm on Dean's shoulder. "I mean why not?"
"Kind of a chick name. I'd sound like a stripper." Dean looked down at Delaware's stomach. "Looks like a run of bad luck."
Delaware ran a hand over his pregnant belly. "That's one way to look at it."
"So, what did that?" Seeing Delaware's expression, Dean added, "What knocked you up? Er, impregnated you? A demon? A curse?"
Delaware looked over at Sam. "You didn't tell him?"
"How was I supposed to tell him?"
"Tell me what?" Dean looked at Sam. "Tell me what?"
"How it's all his fault." Delaware smiled crookedly.
Sam looked down with the same guilty expression he'd had trying to sneak a cookie as a kid. "I got Della pregnant. The baby's mine."
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Well, actually, my favourite part is the fact that this managed to blow up
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And dammit, now there needs to be fic where John Winchester or Bobby or someone is demonically impregnated.
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"Boy, did you get yourself knocked up?"
"Nooooo. Not me. Nuh-uh."
"Did Sam get himself knocked up?"
"No. Look, what do you know about it?"
"Demons, generally," Bobby replied. "Sometimes an incubus with a nasty sense of humor. Heard of one time it was a Trickster. I can dig around a bit..."
"What about two human guys? Both men, both human, and one gets the other one pregnant. Know anything about that?"
"Can't happen. Basic biology. Either the pregnant one's not human, whoever knocked him up isn't human, or he's screwing around. No third option."
Dean closed his eyes and pressed his fingers against his eyelids. "Look, there's a pregnant guy, and the...one of the fathers is more-or-less human, and the other's human as far as I know. I just want to know what's going to happen to them." And if he was going to be an uncle in the good way, or the exterminate-the-freaky-hellspawn way.
"More or less human? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Sam knocked some guy up. Delaware someone. I don't really know him. I just want to be sure..."
There was the sound of the phone being banged against the table, followed by more swearing than Dean had ever heard from Bobby in his life. Then the sound of clattering plastic, and a dial tone.
"Bobby? Bobby?" Dean hung up and called back. He got nothing but a busy signal. "Dammit, why don't people tell me things!"
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The next morning, he awoke to the site of Bobby and a very large shotgun.
Sam was standing in the corner, packing his suitcase and looking frightened. Della was giving Bobby an annoyed glare.
"Hey, Bobby." Dean sat up slowly, feeling for the pistol under his pillow. From this angle, he might be able to pull off a lucky shot to the leg if things got really desperate. "What's going on?"
"Damn Winchesters." Bobby spat. He kept the shotgun at the ready, not quite pointed. "We're going to San Francisco. You can come if you like. Should be a nice family occasion."
"Dad..." Delaware whined.
"Don't you start, Stephen!"
"Stephen?" Dean looked at Delaware, then at Bobby. "Dad?"
"That's right," said Bobby. "Your brother knocked up my boy, and now he's going to do right by him, no matter how far we have to drive to get there."
Sam snapped the suitcase shut, and gave Dean a pleading look.
It was, as far as Dean could remember, about fifteen hundred miles to San Francisco, and about a day to drive. More if Della had pregnancy bladder. Plenty of time to work out a real solution.
So he gave Sam his most evil grin. "My baby brother's getting hitched!"
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There was the sound of the phone being banged against the table, followed by more swearing than Dean had ever heard from Bobby in his life. Then the sound of clattering plastic, and a dial tone.
I actually burst out laughing at this. AMAZING.
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