ext_20889 ([identity profile] xaara.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] whynot 2010-04-15 04:42 pm (UTC)

Hahaha, Cas the getaway driver. Sam and Cas always thinking, Why do we put up with this maniac, seriously, and being friends.

I want to send them all over the world! Naples, Vienna, Athens, Dar es Salaam. Oh, and CAIRO! Think of all the trouble they could get in there.

"I told you those kebabs smelled funny," Sam says, wringing out the washcloth and wetting it again as Dean kneels over the toilet bowl.

"Cas ate them," Dean says, gagging on the words, bile at the back of his throat.

"Cas has a stomach made of freaking reinforced steel. You've gone drinking with him."

And they would wander the marketplaces and Sam and Cas would argue about hieroglyphics and Cas would be cornered into buying ridiculous things like his name in a cartouche painted on papyrus. Dean would follow his nose to a stall stuffed with saffron, and stand there wrapped in it. Sam would spend a lot of time running his fingers over alabaster scarabs and would finally buy a tiny one made of lapis and keep it tucked in his pocket so he wouldn't have to explain to Dean about Khepri, and about making a life out of nothing. There would be some sort of weapons trafficking subplot and Action and Adventure and possibly Kidnapping.

All of which I cannot write right now, because my initial idea is still growing at rather unanticipated speeds and now there's that John/Mary hell thing to write and Remix and Aah!

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