The kids are feeling glum, it's the their last Friday of freedom before school starts next Thursday. Mom's doing the happy dance because today is their last Friday of freedom before school starts next Thursday. :)
I should get off my butt and pull out my fall decorations. The weather is wet and chilly, a perfect fall day for September first.
I've been playing around with the idea of taking some credit classes at the community college near my house. I've always been interested in History, what kind would I take? Art History? Western Civilization? American History?
I guess I have no real point to this post, other than to say I wrote another SPN fic earlier: no little kisses goodbye. It's Jessica-centric, and includes spoilers for the pilot.
Here's a tease:
Two lambs stumble into the clearing, their hindquarters collapsing against the ground as they fall and make angels in the snow. There’s a war raging, she can smell the ash, feel the heat, but the blood of the lambs stains the snow. She shivers as freezing rain falls on her, biting into her exposed shoulders. Staring down at the two dead lambs, she slowly kneels and places her fingers into the blood. Flashes of darkness, of rage fill her head.
Instantly, she sees everything, Sam, his brother, their father and Mary, oh God – Mary, and she knows she’ll never hear his heart beat against hers again.
Why do I suddenly have an urge to write Papa Winchester? Damn, these Winchester boys. John is just going to have to wait. I have Dean's first kiss on the burner and then a Mary/John planned for after that.