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dean_w.
Just one mun prompt, this time, and it’s a doozy. Think about all your muses in your head. Take two of them. Now…take something from one, and give it to the other. It can be anything. Money. Job. Spouse/lover. Child. Car. Clothes. Life. Music. House. Looks. Be as silly or as serious as you want, but take something from one of your muses and give it to another muse for one day. Then, switch and take something from the muse who took before, and give it to the other. Write it out. Have a lot of fun with the war in your brain.
Apparently, Dean Winchester is not going to stop at just Bela. Give him a little attention and he runs a mile, he’s in a rather sharing mood and wants to make sure every other muse in his headspace (“…because since I’m not written anywhere else, so I don’t have any other friends…”) feels the love. I’m confining him to the five that I actually write at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
the_bigshow. It is going to be called the Damnit, Dean Winchester Saga, because that is the feeling I’m trying my best to express to him at this moment, and he insists that it is a saga. It will be tagged and archived accordingly on Dean’s journal (dean_w). Enjoy the insanity that lives in my head.
Dean also wants to make it very clear that THE IMPALA IS SO OFF THE TABLE. Sammy is up for negotiation.
Previously…
The One Where Dean Takes Bela’s Money and Makes a Run for Vegas
Me: Dean—why are we doing this?
Dean: I told you—I’m in a sharing mood.
Flack: Don’t I have to sign some kind of consent form for this or something? Kind of like surgery?
Dean: Oh, c’mon, man, don’t be a wimp. It’ll be fun.
Flack: Fun? Seriously?
Dean: We will look back on this and you will laugh your ass off. I promise.
Flack: *dry* Oh, yeah—I’m sure it’ll be a regular barrel of laughs.
Dean: Can we just do this please?
Me: Fine. You know what you want, Dean?
Flack: Aren’t you supposed to determine what he gets?
Me: It’s his saga.
Flack: Oh, this really isn’t going to end well.
Dean: Will you let me do this, please?
Flack: *holds up his hands and backs off*
Me: Alright, Dean—whadaya want?
Dean: Angell.
Flack: What!?!?
Angell: *eyebrow raise* Excuse me?
Flack: Is that even allowed?
Dean: *points up to prompt* Spouse, lover, or child.
Flack: Angell is neither my spouse, lover, nor is she a child.
Dean: Yeah, alright, but things didn’t work out between you and the redhead with the awesome legs—
Flack: You mean Addison?
Dean: Yeah, Addison. And the new girl—who is smokin’, by the way—doesn’t seem like the type to go for the whole partner swap thing. And Angell’s just hot.
Flack: All very salient points.
Angell: *smacks Flack upside the head* Uhh—hello? Don’t I get a say in this?
Me: Not your prompt, Angell.
Dean: Besides, sweetheart—we’ll have fun. And I’m a better guy than he is anyway.
Angell and Flack: *snort*
Dean: It’s true! I sold my soul to bring my brother back to life for Christ’s sake.
Me: That is true.
Angell: Flack’s a better guy on a more regular basis.
Dean: Whatever—you don’t go for the good guy anyway.
Angell: I don’t?
Dean: *smirk*
Angell: *eyeroll*
Dean: And I have a better car.
Flack: *smirk* Speaking of the car—
Dean: THE IMPALA IS OFF THE TABLE.
Flack: *holds up hands* Fine. But what do I get?
Dean: *thinks for a minute* I could let you lock up Bela for a day.
Flack: *thinks on this*
Bela: What the hell?!?!
Angell: Don’t bother. It’s not going to get you anywhere.
Flack: Works for me.
Dean: Then it’s a done deal. Nice doing business with you, Flack.
Flack: Likewise. Stay out of my city, Winchester.
Dean: Whatever you say.
Angell and Bela: *facepalm*
Me: Oy.
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dean_w.Just one mun prompt, this time, and it’s a doozy. Think about all your muses in your head. Take two of them. Now…take something from one, and give it to the other. It can be anything. Money. Job. Spouse/lover. Child. Car. Clothes. Life. Music. House. Looks. Be as silly or as serious as you want, but take something from one of your muses and give it to another muse for one day. Then, switch and take something from the muse who took before, and give it to the other. Write it out. Have a lot of fun with the war in your brain.
Apparently, Dean Winchester is not going to stop at just Bela. Give him a little attention and he runs a mile, he’s in a rather sharing mood and wants to make sure every other muse in his headspace (“…because since I’m not written anywhere else, so I don’t have any other friends…”) feels the love. I’m confining him to the five that I actually write at
the_bigshow. It is going to be called the Damnit, Dean Winchester Saga, because that is the feeling I’m trying my best to express to him at this moment, and he insists that it is a saga. It will be tagged and archived accordingly on Dean’s journal (dean_w). Enjoy the insanity that lives in my head.Dean also wants to make it very clear that THE IMPALA IS SO OFF THE TABLE. Sammy is up for negotiation.
Previously…
The One Where Dean Takes Bela’s Money and Makes a Run for Vegas
Me: Dean—why are we doing this?
Dean: I told you—I’m in a sharing mood.
Flack: Don’t I have to sign some kind of consent form for this or something? Kind of like surgery?
Dean: Oh, c’mon, man, don’t be a wimp. It’ll be fun.
Flack: Fun? Seriously?
Dean: We will look back on this and you will laugh your ass off. I promise.
Flack: *dry* Oh, yeah—I’m sure it’ll be a regular barrel of laughs.
Dean: Can we just do this please?
Me: Fine. You know what you want, Dean?
Flack: Aren’t you supposed to determine what he gets?
Me: It’s his saga.
Flack: Oh, this really isn’t going to end well.
Dean: Will you let me do this, please?
Flack: *holds up his hands and backs off*
Me: Alright, Dean—whadaya want?
Dean: Angell.
Flack: What!?!?
Angell: *eyebrow raise* Excuse me?
Flack: Is that even allowed?
Dean: *points up to prompt* Spouse, lover, or child.
Flack: Angell is neither my spouse, lover, nor is she a child.
Dean: Yeah, alright, but things didn’t work out between you and the redhead with the awesome legs—
Flack: You mean Addison?
Dean: Yeah, Addison. And the new girl—who is smokin’, by the way—doesn’t seem like the type to go for the whole partner swap thing. And Angell’s just hot.
Flack: All very salient points.
Angell: *smacks Flack upside the head* Uhh—hello? Don’t I get a say in this?
Me: Not your prompt, Angell.
Dean: Besides, sweetheart—we’ll have fun. And I’m a better guy than he is anyway.
Angell and Flack: *snort*
Dean: It’s true! I sold my soul to bring my brother back to life for Christ’s sake.
Me: That is true.
Angell: Flack’s a better guy on a more regular basis.
Dean: Whatever—you don’t go for the good guy anyway.
Angell: I don’t?
Dean: *smirk*
Angell: *eyeroll*
Dean: And I have a better car.
Flack: *smirk* Speaking of the car—
Dean: THE IMPALA IS OFF THE TABLE.
Flack: *holds up hands* Fine. But what do I get?
Dean: *thinks for a minute* I could let you lock up Bela for a day.
Flack: *thinks on this*
Bela: What the hell?!?!
Angell: Don’t bother. It’s not going to get you anywhere.
Flack: Works for me.
Dean: Then it’s a done deal. Nice doing business with you, Flack.
Flack: Likewise. Stay out of my city, Winchester.
Dean: Whatever you say.
Angell and Bela: *facepalm*
Me: Oy.
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