Meme sheep

[tsaiko]

The first fifteen people to comment on this post get to request a drabble from me. In return, you have to post this meme in your journal. Post all fandoms you’re willing to write for.

Fandoms include: Young Avengers, Gundam Wing, Digimon... oh hell, I'll be here all day if I have to list all of them. Check my profile. If it's listed, I'll write for it.

I'll also do original, but not spoilers. Writing will get done when I have a chance, so it might be awhile before I get all 15. "Drabble" is a subjective term for me. It'll be as long as the scene demands.

Now to see if my laptop will play nice with the GPS unit.

Comments

[tsaiko.livejournal.com]

What kind of request is that? Throw me a freaking bone or I'm just going to write about Dean SETTING STUFF ON FIRE.

[shoiryu.livejournal.com]

WRITE TO ME ABOUT SAM'S EXASPERATION AT DEAN IN GENERAL.

[tsaiko.livejournal.com]

TOO LATE. I kind of missed the really tacky rooms we saw at the beginning of the series. So I brought it back in my own evil way.

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“Hi there,” Dean said to the lady behind the counter. She gave him a bored look from eyes caked in mascara. “I’d like to rent a room.”

They’d just come off of Hwy 30, somewhere in northern Indiana, heading towards Defiance, OH. Sam seemed to think that there was some sort of there. Hopefully, Ohio would have more people than this are because unless the demon was planning on making the biggest bowl of popcorn in the world, there wasn’t much here.

“How many beds?” she asked.

“Two please. For one night.”

“Only thing we got with two beds is the Hot Suite. It’ll be $35, more if you make any long distance calls,” the woman said. “Sign here.”

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“Got us a room, Sam,” Dean said once he’d filled out the paperwork as Keith Moon. “Good ‘ol room 6 according to the key. Lady said it was called the Hot Suite.”

“Wonderful,” Sam replied. “Do you think we can make it to Defiance by tomorrow?”

“Don’t see why not. Can’t have much farther to go.” Dean put the key in the lock, turned, opened the door, and hit the light switch.

And froze.

The room was dominated by red, from the shag rugs to the bedspreads to the lurid color of the walls. There was also black, like the linoleum on the floor and the plastic stylized flames that crawled up the walls behind the headboards. The headboards themselves were also black with large silhouettes of sexy demon women in red. The lamps were in the shape of pitchforks. A mirror over the dresser was shaped like dancing flames. A single large disco ball hung in the middle of the room.

“We don’t have to stay here,” Sam said. Dean shrugged.

“No problem.” He took four steps into the room and sat down on the red satin bedspread. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll get lucky and Hell will really be like this.”