YAY!!!! Job interview tomorrow (technically later today)!!!! I'm so pumped, I might get to work in a shoe store!!! *bounces* I love shoes :P

Wish me luck!!

I Searched for Love in an Empty World, but all I Found was Hate

    If I set the world aflame, would you still stand at my side? Would you dance with me in the middle of the street in the pouring rain with our arms locked tight, our bodies pressed close, and wait for the world to light up? Would you go out in the middle of the pouring rain and stand with me as we watch what we started? Would you walk with me, hand in hand, through the downpour and into the sun? If I ended what we once fought so hard to save, would you still be there standing at my side?

So, there it is. If anyone actually read it I hope you enjoyed it.

I make a special post to wish moondropz a very, very Happy Birthday!!!!! Shh...I know it's a little early, but I believe it's better to be early than late. And Lord knows I'd forget if I didn't do it now, I almost forgot my own birthday once.

Anyway.......*lines up a table full of pie so they read Happy B-Day*

So, this is probably my first non Sam/Dean fic that has both Sam and Dean in it, lol.

This is the result of writer's block mixed with too much coffee and someone saying the word crazy...and maybe some real life experiences.

I feel I should warn you that this was written in about half an hour.

 I apologize for the lack of cut, but my brain isn't exactly working right now and it's only 549 words, so....you can hate me if you want.

 

It’s Not Easy Being Related to Someone Stupider than You

          He’d been sitting there for God only knew how long trying to write his last English essay, ever. And trying really was the key word, because he hadn’t written a damn thing yet, not even his name. That’s how Dean found him, staring, okay well more like glaring, at the blank piece of paper in front of him.

“Hey, you okay?” Dean asked his voice lit up with amusement tinted curiosity. The problem was Sam most definitely was not okay.

“It’s mocking me.” Sam stated flatly, not taking his eyes off this terrible new foe.

“What’s mocking you?” Dean, always with the stupid questions, couldn’t he see the paper laying there grinning up at him like a piece of paper that grins?

“The paper. It’s just sitting there, and it’s laughing at me.” Sam explained to his obviously retarded brother with the air of one who is speaking to the mentally challenged.

“I’m sure it’s not.” The “its paper” was silent, but there none the less. Dean didn’t believe him, not that that was a new development, but still! He was being mocked by paper, and quite possibly losing his mind, the least his brother could do was pretend to believe, or care.

“No, it is. I swear I heard it! It’s laughing at me because I can’t write anything.” Sam glanced up at Dean with big, desperate doe eyes, if Dean was going to pretend he didn’t care than Sam was going to whip out the puppy dog eyes. Dean was a sucker for those. How do you think Sam learned to drive at the ripe age of ten?

“Alright, how long have you been sitting here?” Just like Dean to make this Sam’s fault, at least only his eyes were smiling now. Fucker.

“I don’t know, maybe seven hours.” Sam had to check the annoying as Hell clock above his desk to come up with even a vague time frame.

“Okay, that’s enough for one day.” Was Dean serious? He couldn’t just up and walk away, giving up was not an option.

“No! If I leave it’ll win. It can’t win!” Sam shouted and turned frightened, wide eyes to Dean. He had to understand, he just had to.

“Are you drunk?” Dean actually sounded incredulous, like he honestly thought Sam would get drunk while doing homework. Yeah, that would happen the day the Impala turned into a bright pink convertible.

“No. I’m being mocked by a piece of paper.” Sam was sort of starting to get really pissed off now. Maybe Dean actually was retarded. Some say too much head trauma will do that.

“And what, that makes your brain leak all over the floor?” He was surprised Dean didn’t look down to make sure there wasn’t a puddle under Sam’s chair, judging by the look his stupid, smug face.

“You try being laughed at by an inanimate object all day and see how sane you are.” Sam wished he had two sets of eyes so he could glare a hole into the paper and give Dean bitch face number four, which clearly stated how mentally inadequate his brother was, at the same time.

“Point taken,” Huh, who knew Dean even knew what an inanimate object was?

Sorry I wasted your time, if you even made this far.

Haha, that's a good one.
I'd tell myself not to die my entire head bright pink, lol. That was a very bad decision, spent the first three months of grade 10 like that.

Reply to this meme by yelling "Words" and I'll give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them on your LJ and explain what they mean to you.

These are the words civillove gave me.

Wincest: This needs an explanation? Sam and Dean Winchester together, it's like a dream come true. I also read it everyday, it's almost as important as coffee. And you know, the main reason I started watching Supernatural. I was told about the "chemistry" between the brothers and had to watch for myself.

J2: I should have just put this one with Wincest, because the only difference is that these are real people instead of fictional characters created by the most aweome person, like, ever. *bows to Eric Kripke*

Jensen: MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON TO HAVE EVER BEEN ALIVE IN THE HISTORY OF EVER!!!!!!!!!!!
I shall prove it.
 See? Beautiful. He is also on Supernatural and he was pretty much the only reason I kept watching the show, because I started watching it, like, half way through the third season and had no idea what was going on, lol. Oh yeah, and he's pretty much the most amazing actor ever. He is one of the few who can make me cry, I am a rock.

Jared: HE IS LIKE A PUPPY!!!!  How can you not love him? He's just so cute and adorable and awesome and amazing and also one of the few actors good enough to make me shed a tear, or a hundred. He is also associated with SPN, my favoritest show. It brought my sister and I even closer, now we're more like friends and I don't know what I'd do without her.
I shall prove his cuteness to you as well.
 Adorable. I love his puppies.

Bones: I totally WTF'd when I read this one, and then I thought about the shirt my sister brought for me from Paris. It has all these skeletons on it and they're going at it and at the top it says; "Katacombies Kamasutra". It's the best shirt ever, I wear it all the time. It too can be related to SPN.

Okay, I hope the cut works this time but if it doesn't I'm sorry.
Hope you all read and enjoy...and please comment, it makes me smile.
( He sounds confident, like he really believes he'll be broken like this forever, like cracked porcelain )

Two. I can speak English and French, although my French grammar sucks because my teacher is a moron.

No, I've never tried that. I am a firm believer that if you have to change for someone than they aren't the someone for you, because they should love you for who you are. Although in elementary school I let my mohawk grow out because my friend who I had a crush on said he liked me better without it, but after a month I just shaved off all my hair again anyway, lol.