WIP excerpt
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kribbanBack in April I started writing a casefic. I got to 5000 words, and then I ran out of steam. I've got the whole story neatly plotted out, but I just can't seem to translate it into words. As I see it, there are two problems:
1) Rowena is a major character. ;_; ;_; ;_;
And ever since she died, I just can't muster up the courage to write her. (First time, too, I know *nothing* about Scotish dialects.)
2) What To Do With Sam? He's relevant to the plot at the end, but until then he's just sort of hanging around, doing plot relevant research. And this is what Sam fans hate when the show does it.
The diner was as half-empty as the parking lot had been. One waitress walked past them with a coffee pot and cheerfully told them to sit anywhere. There was another waitress behind the counter talking to a well-dressed woman in her fifties, who Dean guessed was Bunny herself. He scanned the room quickly and found the mop of blond hair he was looking for. Claire lifted her head when she saw them, and he was taken back by how tired she looked. Her blue eyes were glossy and her face was pale, but also, softer somehow. She looked bloated, like she'd been crying a lot, or maybe...
Sam let out a harsh gasp beside him.
Both of Claire's hands were resting on her large extended belly, and she wrapped her arms tighter around herself.
“Can you stop staring? You make me feel like a freak.”
Dean closed his jaws with a snap and tried to shake himself out of it. “Uh...”
“Sorry,” Sam forced a smile and pushed Dean down into the seat across from her. “We're just surprised.”
She let out a sigh and turned the laminated menu over in her hands a few times. “Join the club.”
Dean couldn't stop staring at her, and after a few seconds she looked up from the menu. “What?”
“I can't believe you didn't listen to Jody!” He leaned forward on his elbows and lowered his voice so the other patrons wouldn't hear. “I'm sorry, but what part of 'wrapping it' didn't you understand?”
”Dean,” Sam said sharply and the waitress came by to take their orders. As soon as she had left Sam's expression softened and he turned to Claire with a little shrug.
“So you had a birth control failure. It could happen to anyone.”
Claire stared at him for a moment and then a look of revulsion crossed her face. “You think... Eww!”
She reached for her phone and tapped it furiously before holding it out for them. “I took that selfie last week.”
The picture showed Claire cradling a Starbucks Unicorn latte to her equally Pepto Bismol-colored T-shirt; a T-shirt that covered a flat stomach.
Dean let out a sharp sigh. “Whole story. Now.”
1) Rowena is a major character. ;_; ;_; ;_;
And ever since she died, I just can't muster up the courage to write her. (First time, too, I know *nothing* about Scotish dialects.)
2) What To Do With Sam? He's relevant to the plot at the end, but until then he's just sort of hanging around, doing plot relevant research. And this is what Sam fans hate when the show does it.
The diner was as half-empty as the parking lot had been. One waitress walked past them with a coffee pot and cheerfully told them to sit anywhere. There was another waitress behind the counter talking to a well-dressed woman in her fifties, who Dean guessed was Bunny herself. He scanned the room quickly and found the mop of blond hair he was looking for. Claire lifted her head when she saw them, and he was taken back by how tired she looked. Her blue eyes were glossy and her face was pale, but also, softer somehow. She looked bloated, like she'd been crying a lot, or maybe...
Sam let out a harsh gasp beside him.
Both of Claire's hands were resting on her large extended belly, and she wrapped her arms tighter around herself.
“Can you stop staring? You make me feel like a freak.”
Dean closed his jaws with a snap and tried to shake himself out of it. “Uh...”
“Sorry,” Sam forced a smile and pushed Dean down into the seat across from her. “We're just surprised.”
She let out a sigh and turned the laminated menu over in her hands a few times. “Join the club.”
Dean couldn't stop staring at her, and after a few seconds she looked up from the menu. “What?”
“I can't believe you didn't listen to Jody!” He leaned forward on his elbows and lowered his voice so the other patrons wouldn't hear. “I'm sorry, but what part of 'wrapping it' didn't you understand?”
”Dean,” Sam said sharply and the waitress came by to take their orders. As soon as she had left Sam's expression softened and he turned to Claire with a little shrug.
“So you had a birth control failure. It could happen to anyone.”
Claire stared at him for a moment and then a look of revulsion crossed her face. “You think... Eww!”
She reached for her phone and tapped it furiously before holding it out for them. “I took that selfie last week.”
The picture showed Claire cradling a Starbucks Unicorn latte to her equally Pepto Bismol-colored T-shirt; a T-shirt that covered a flat stomach.
Dean let out a sharp sigh. “Whole story. Now.”
