|Poor Jensen accidently texts Jared's mom, snicker :)|
A feel-good fanfic from Lazy_daze. After receiving his soul back from hell, Sam finds that he can only fight the memories if he stays in close proximity to his brother. Well written apart from a few typos.
"Don't, god, Dean, not if you don't mean it," says Sam, voice rough, and when he looks at Dean, the intensity in his eyes is so new and exciting Dean almost can't meet it. "You don't even know what I wanna do to you."
|3.5 stars. Zachariah and Castiel look on as Dean Smith and Sam Wesson try to adopt the hunting lifestyle after their (imaginary) years of office work. Then things start to get a bit heated.
"I am starting to understand that human obsession with televised drama. This is too good to be missed. What on earth, heaven or hell will they do next?"
Now that I'm finished with almost all my writing (but the most important books are still left unfinished), I'm getting restless again. I really miss having something to do with my stories. At this time, I've edited and proofread them all and all that's left is a story that I might not even finish at all. In the time since I had the idea for it, I have lost my interest in it and feel it's rather boring. In a way, it's a shame, because I can still remember how enthusiastic I once was over it, but not now.
I'm really looking forward to getting my two other works in progress saved from the crashed computer, because I've grown used to being busy writing every day. Now I feel lazy and bored.
You may wonder why I'm so bored and the truth is, at this time I'm constantly tired. Any physical activity at all, such as walking down the stairs and up again or just going into the kitchen for a while leaves me exhausted. All I can do is sit, which probably isn't very good for me. What I can do is read and write so I try to do that. Unfortunately, I can't read nearly as much as I want to so it's going to have to be writing. If I can find something to write, that is.