xparrot | been a while since I've had a Western fandom

(Forgot to mention before, ye olde webpage finally got updated with near all my fic, so those allergic to ff.net can read without risking anaphylactic shock.)

In brand-new all-

gnine's-fault-so-don't-blame-me fandom news - ah, Vancouver. I've missed your gray skies on my screen. And watching the crew credits of Supernatural feels like an X-files class reunion. David Nutter, Kim Manners, John Shiban - now if only they could haul Darin Morgan on board. It's not the greatest of shows, but it's not bad, either, in that it doesn't try to be anything more than it is, a spooky little classic horror story anthology. And oh, the brothers. They are cute. Irresistibly, irritatingly, inspiringly cute...

Nameless drabble. Quote from the end of "Nightmare."

He was too young to remember, Sam knows, but part of him must anyway, must remember the heat of the fire through the blankets, through his brother's arms wrapped around him, not letting go though an infant's a heavy burden to a four-year-old.

He must remember. Dean tells him, "Nothing bad is going to happen to you," but Sam knows it's not true. Jessica's blood on his face, warm--hot; burning; and then she's burning; and no one could have saved him from it.

But he must remember, because Dean says that, and even knowing he's lying, Sam believes him.

What? It's a drabble! Only a hundred words! ...stop looking at me like that.