So apparently Calgary has recently passed a law about derelict vehicles. 

Any vehicle that isn’t insured and can’t go anywhere will be towed. If you want to work on your car, you need to have it in your garage.

Gee, thanks Calgary.

HOW ABOUT THOSE OF US WHO DON’T HAVE A FUCKING GARAGE?!

If anyone even THINKS about coming for the ‘cuda, I swear to God I will flay them alive. 

That car is my inheritance. You better believe I will FIGHT for it >/

Been working on Perdition is for Pagans for the last few hours.

It would probably help if I wrote all the parts that come between Pilot and No Rest for the Wicked. I mean, it’s kinda awkward when you’re writing part 10 and you haven’t even finished part 1…

Ah well, I guess that just comes with wanting to write Castiel. And Dean. Perdition is turning out to be All About Dean which is hilarious because Wrapped Up is supposed to be All About Sam.

…well. I guess I could just explain it as “Waiting is for Jessica (and Gabriel)”, “Paved is for Sam (and Gabriel)” and “Perdition is for Dean (and Gabriel Jessica Castiel)”. Yeah that makes sense. In a way. Sorta. Dammit Sam, kick your brother a few times so he’ll get out of my head. >/

haha oh man. Why do I keep writing Perdition drabbles? Ah well…

prompt:  FAMILY
series: Wrapped Up In You
timeline:  Paved With Good Intentions
characters:  Sam/Jess, Gabriel
words: 654
summary: (family is more than blood)

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Sam and Jessica have only been ‘officially’ dating for about a month when Jessica had to break their plans for the evening. She looks annoyed and frustated, but it melts into a weak smile when he asks her why.

“A… cousin of mine is in town. He wants to play catch up.”

“Cousin?” the hesitation might have been slight, but it was obvious to someone who has spent so much time trying to weasel information on things that go bump in the night out of reluctant witnesses. There’s something more there, something that she doesn’t want to talk about, and for a moment his instincts scream at him to dig and pick at it, to find out what it is. Then her hand settles lightly on his shoulder and he reminds himself that he’s a normal guy now. 

He doesn’t have to dig or snoop for clues, especially not into his girlfriend’s life. There’s nothing supernatural or freaky about her, and he does his best to keep it all away from her. If she doesn’t like her cousin, it’s more than likely for some mundane reason.

“Ray is…” she huffs out a laugh that sounds more pained than amused at the thought of her cousin. “Well, he thinks he’s funny. He plays all of these nasty little jokes and pranks and people tend to get hurt in the aftermath. It’s just… I don’t want to throw you to the dogs without a three day briefing, at the least.”

Sam has to laugh at that. “No one is that bad, Jess.”

“Ray is.” She’s being unusually firm about this as her gaze moves to stare over his shoulder. Sam starts to turn to see what it is that she’s looking at, but her nails dig into his arm and he stops. He’s already turned enough that he can see someone out of the corner of his eye, standing maybe twenty feet away.

Jessica sighs and lets go of his arm. Sam takes this as permission to finish turning and take a good look at the man; he places his age around the mid-thirties, and it’s obvious even at a distance that he’s quite a bit shorter than either Jess or himself. His face is curiously blank of expression, though it’s fairly obvious to Sam that they’re being studied in return.

“That would be Ray,” Jess admits with a wry twist of her lips. “I should go distract him from whatever trick he’s plotting out right now. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Of course,” he can’t say no to her smile, even if her cousin has completely ruined their plans for the evening. Just because his relationship with his family has gone down the drain doesn’t mean that he’ll demand that Jessica breaks off her familial connections. That’s not his place to decide.

As Jessica pulls the shorter man into a hug, Sam doesn’t bother to deny the sharp pang of jealousy or the wish that things were better with Dean. It’s been over a year, but he’s still angry and bitter about Dad’s reaction to his decision; he doesn’t really want to try and fix things with him. Fixing things with Dean would mean calling his brother, and the last time they’d talked it had only driven home just how much he didn’t fit into the Winchester mold.

All he had wanted to so was celebrate his grades (top of the class! Can you believe that?) but he hadn’t even been able to get the news out before Dean had asked if he’d come to his senses yet. If he was going to finally come home and leave ‘all that junk’ behind. The call had ended in a shouting match and Sam had absolutely zero desire for a repeat performance.

He didn’t need family that wouldn’t support him; not when he had Jess and Brady and the rest of his friends. So he boxed away his jealousy and started back to his room.

He had reservations to reschedule.

prompt:  INTRODUCTIONS
series: Wrapped Up In You
timeline:  Paved With Good Intentions
characters:  Sam, Jessica, Brady
words: 433
summary: (First meetings can be unexpected)

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It takes a month and a half of whining and wheedling for Sam to cave to Brady. He’s actually pretty proud of himself for this, as there is only so long a person can stand to listen to the hard partying loudmouth bitch and moan, and Sam has lasted longer than most of their mutual friends. It’s cold comfort to take with him when he finds himself ducking into a bar behind his friend at a quarter to midnight. 

He still caved, after all; caved and was dragged off for a night of karaoke. The laughter that’s ringing in the back of his head right now? That’s Dean’s. This is definitely one of those stories he is not going to tell his brother about. Ever.


Karaoke might be one of those normal guy in a normal life situations, but it had never factored into his own normal life plans. The upside was that it was a sports bar, and he could alw—

“TYSON!”

Sam is a pretty smart guy. He gets good grades and tends to breeze through the requirements to keep his scholarship going. It still takes the shouting woman actually jumping on Brady for him to connect the name. There are few people that call his friend by his given name, and Sam had almost forgotten that Brady wasn’t it.

“You are late!”

“Not by much,” Brady grins widely, and it’s all teeth. The blond woman wrapped around him leans back and Sam is embarrassed to discover that it’s his favorite stranger. 

Two hours, Tyson. That is a whole lot of late!”

A distant part of Sam’s brain takes note that she’s pretty even when she’s mad, though most of it is caught up in her wide eyes and red cheeks. He might not have the same level of experience at cataloging the tells that his brother does, but the slight slur to her words and the way she’s swaying is enough to tell him that she’s started drinking without them. 

He really shouldn’t find that cute, but like everything else he’s ever noticed about her, he totally does.

Brady hasn’t lost an inch of his grin; if anything it’s gotten wider. He wraps an arm around her shoulders and then swings them around so that she can see Sam. The heat in his face makes it pretty obvious that he’s blushing, and he’s hoping like hell that between the drinks and the lighting, she doesn’t notice. He’s not prepared to meet the girl that’s been on his mind for over a year, but that’s taken out of his hands now.

“Rabbit, this is Sam. Sam, this is Jessica.”

shaylasdump:

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uprightcitizens:

Self-explanatory.

I know a lot of people are gonna be like, “HEY, WHY ISN’T LENO A SLYTHERIN?!” but to me, out of all the working late night hosts, David Letterman most exemplifies the qualities of Slytherin house — cunning, wit, ambition, all that stuff. Leno is probably a Slytherin, all right, but he’s more like a Dolores Umbridge. The rest are completely obvious. Conan is clearly a Gryffindor — actually, he might even be a long-lost Weasley. Jon Stewart is the most Ravenclaw of them all; wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure and all that. And Jimmy Fallon is clearly a Hufflepuff. Come on.

LEGIT

What do you think Colbert is?

American.