Fic: Faulty Wiring

[clex_monkie89]

Ring.

Ring.

Ri--

"City rape center, you rape 'em we scrape 'em."

"...Sam?"

"He's taking a dump right now, who're you?"

"You must be Dean."

"Who?"

"Right. When he gets out can you tell him that the the engineer from Chicago called."

"Uh-huh. Engineer?"

"Yes, I'm going to need him to rewire the entire place, let him know that if he's here by Friday I'll double the pay."

Click.

The phone hangs up just as the bathroom door opens. Sam walks out with a grimace on his face and washes his hands in the sink.

"No more mexican food with chinese cooks, next time you do that I'm licking the car." He eyed the mirror and caught a glimpse of Dean staring at his cell phone in confusion. "Dean?"

"Do you know an engineer in Chicago?"

"Michael called?"

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I'm a bad person and I had to get that out of my head. It sucks but I had to get it out of my brain. Maybe later I'll fix it and un-crapify it.

Comments

[clex_monkie89.livejournal.com]

Yes, that is what that is.

And? Ha! It's only 1612 here.

[alistra.livejournal.com]

Hooray for me! Go me! Go me! *LOL*

*hugs*

I'm very much looking forward to it. Friending your journal so as not to miss it! Feel free to mail me if you need more poking. :D

[clex_monkie89.livejournal.com]

Feel free to friend away! And I'll totally keep you in mind should I get stumped.

[alistra.livejournal.com]

Since I have no idea what "stumped" might mean and it doesn't seem to be the kind of word to be found in a dictionary, I'll just smile politely and nod. :D

[clex_monkie89.livejournal.com]

Beiing stumped is like getting writer's block. When you suddenly can't think of what to write next and/or how to write it.