Great job on this story. :) I enjoyed it a lot. Good casefile, great Dean voice in the POV, and a neat twist on the fairytale.
Favorite lines:
right on cue, Sam's introducing himself and handing over one of the cards and projecting just the right amount of of course you can trust me, I'm just an earnest dweeb
LOL! Sam’s so darned good at getting people to trust him.
"So," Dean says, putting the key in the ignition and starting her up. "We've got a freaky little dude who cooks meth. Now that's not something you hear every day."
*g*
"I don't like this," he says, low and fierce. "I don't like any of this, but I swear to you, if you're out to hurt her or rip her off, Steven's fucking goons will be lucky to find enough of your bodies to spit on."
Ooh, I love this dialogue, and Alex’s fierce protectiveness.
Christiane turns away from them, turns toward the bed, rumpled and messy, and Dean sees the edge of a blanket knitted in soft blues and greens under a pillow.
Great, aching detail.
Missouri would be, well, not proud, but she might not smack him with that damn wooden spoon.
*snickers*
"Don't know if it'll help, but if this doesn't go the way Sam thinks it will, aim for the heart." Alex nods again. "And don't shoot my brother," Dean adds, smiling, friendly-like, only not really.
*g*
as the muscles against him start getting ready to move.
Good detail.
"Family business. You know how that goes," Dean mutters.
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Favorite lines:
right on cue, Sam's introducing himself and handing over one of the cards and projecting just the right amount of of course you can trust me, I'm just an earnest dweeb
LOL! Sam’s so darned good at getting people to trust him.
"So," Dean says, putting the key in the ignition and starting her up. "We've got a freaky little dude who cooks meth. Now that's not something you hear every day."
*g*
"I don't like this," he says, low and fierce. "I don't like any of this, but I swear to you, if you're out to hurt her or rip her off, Steven's fucking goons will be lucky to find enough of your bodies to spit on."
Ooh, I love this dialogue, and Alex’s fierce protectiveness.
Christiane turns away from them, turns toward the bed, rumpled and messy, and Dean sees the edge of a blanket knitted in soft blues and greens under a pillow.
Great, aching detail.
Missouri would be, well, not proud, but she might not smack him with that damn wooden spoon.
*snickers*
"Don't know if it'll help, but if this doesn't go the way Sam thinks it will, aim for the heart." Alex nods again. "And don't shoot my brother," Dean adds, smiling, friendly-like, only not really.
*g*
as the muscles against him start getting ready to move.
Good detail.
"Family business. You know how that goes," Dean mutters.
*snickers*