Occult Explained

This is just a collection of Sam/Lauren oneshots based around their college years.  For Shannon and inspired by Junie. Enjoy!

Initial.

Lauren sat silently, nose deep in a book, falling deeper into a world of fiction with every word she read. She scanned page after page, revelling in the peaceful tranquillity that she only ever felt when turning the smooth pages of a worn out book. She had spent most of her college life in here and in that moment, with one hand clutching the heavy leather bound book and the other keeping her long hair out of her eyes, she felt she’d never ever leave.

Someone opened the door with a bang, allowing a powerful gust of air to rip through the pages in her book and Lauren’s eyes drifted up to scowl at whoever had just disturbed her peace. He was standing in front of the librarian’s desk, his lean back towards the bookshelves and Lauren, who had successfully hidden herself amongst them, leant in her seat to get a better look. The only few people to ever really come into the library were her and Harry, who was pacing upstairs in an attempt to place his thoughts into words for one of his latest physics assignments. New visitors intrigued her. She strained her ears, eyes narrowing as she watched him speak in hushed whispers to the old lady in her thickly rimmed glasses. She pointed towards where Lauren sat, and in a quick attempt to hide from eyeshot, she slipped out of her chair and landed heavily on the marble floor.

‘Nice…’ She mumbled to herself, hoping the stranger hadn’t seen her staring. A pair of worn sneakers came into view and she sat herself upright, dusting off the knees of her jeans when her eyes connected with a pair of hazel ones. Her breath caught.

‘You need some help?’ He asked, hint of amusement present. A long arm extended in mid air. Lauren continued to brush herself off, avoiding eye contact, and held out her hand gratefully. She was on her feet in seconds, only managing not to blurt out, ‘Holy crap, you’re strong’. ‘Um, the librarian –Mrs Wallace, was it?— told me that you’d be able to help me out. I’m looking for a particular book. She said you’d read every one in here.’

Lauren gushed, ‘Not every one. I do have a life.’ She fought back a snort, feeling the heat in her cheeks as she blushed what she could only guess was deep beetroot. Smooth. ‘What one are you looking for?’

‘Um…it’s kind of a weird one. It’s for a theology paper.’ His thumbs tangled themselves together as awkward eyes scanned the many bookshelves. ‘Occult explained?’

‘What?’ Lauren asked again, she hadn’t heard his whisper, even in the deathly silent library.

‘Occult explained. That’s what it’s called.’ He must have noticed her eyebrow arching in confusion, as he let out a warm laugh and nodded. ‘I know, I know. It’s about the…the connections between religion and the paranormal. That sort of stuff.’

‘It’s definitely one I haven’t personally read…’ She trailed off as he shrugged innocently.

‘Oh—’ He squatted to pick up one of the books that had slipped from her desk. ‘Gulliver’s travels.’

‘I…I like books.’ She mumbled, cursing herself for stating the obvious and sounding so bloody stupid while doing it. She was sure he saw her face twitch with the shame as he was grinning from ear to ear.

‘Alright, thanks anyway!’ Before she could reply he was striding away with legs the length of tree trunks. Lauren didn’t want him to leave…not yet. She gave herself a mental kick and forced herself into action.

‘I didn’t say I didn’t know where it was.’

‘So you can find it for me?’

‘When do you need it for?’

‘Um, anytime this week would be great. I have a paper to write on it for next week. Whenever suits you to find it.’ He spoke clearly and she found his voice somewhat soothing, if not a little deep. It was obvious to Lauren that he had a bright, intelligent mind, but there was something about this man she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

‘Alright then….I’m Lauren by the way.’ She finally extended a hand of greeting. He accepted it, his huge hand practically crushing her own. ‘I can look up your classes from the office and give it to you then?’

‘No!’ He replied sharply, catching her off guard. His smile had faltered. Her eyes widened. ‘I mean, I can give you my number and when you find it you could ring me? I can pick it up myself.’

‘…If you’re sure.’

‘Thanks very much, Lauren.’ He searched in his bag for paper and a pen, and finally scribbled his number down with a look of satisfaction on his face. ‘Call me when you get it.’ He fixed the bag on his back and walked away, unaware of those following blue eyes. Before he reached the door, he turned. ‘My name’s Sam. Sam Winchester.’

Mrs Wallace gave him a glare from behind her thickly rimmed glasses for speaking so loudly in a library, and looking a little nervous under her watch, Sam quickly made his exit. Lauren sighed. She had no idea where to find that book. Maybe Harry would know…

Belonging

Lauren sipped her orange juice as the music blared around her. Socially awkward would have been a perfect way to describe her if anyone had been sober enough to even notice her sitting in the dark corner. Her new friend, Jenny Foxton, had invited her to a party in order to get her mind off work, but her new friend didn’t seem to know her very well yet and hadn’t noticed that Lauren preferred being alone in her room surrounded by assignments over being alone with a bunch of strangers. She didn’t belong here at all. She liked being an outsider, a loner. That way she was happy. Her surroundings should have been pretty, neat pastel coloured walls with a border of white washed wood, curtains of what looked like the smoothest silk and a carpet of carefully designed swirls and curves. Yet everywhere Lauren looked, there was a group of young adults ruining the aesthetics of the place, tripping and falling into ornaments, fornicating with one another in darker corners, spilling drinks on that lovely carpet. She sighed and set her glass down on the broken table beside her. A bunch of seniors fell past her in an effort to reach the bathroom on time before they puked all over the wall and Lauren just about had time to avoid the football team’s Quarterback. Her head hung to avoid recognition from someone in her class, she stepped briskly into the next room to find Jenny. Lauren wanted to thank her before leaving. She wasn’t really grateful that she had been invited, but she wanted her first female friend on campus to actually remember her the next day.

‘Jenny? Hi. Having fun?’ Lauren laughed awkwardly as the blonde smiled up at her.

‘I’m awesome! You? Want a drink?’

Lauren shook her head adamantly. ‘Actually I’m sort of tired. I’m gonna head back. Thanks so much for inviting me. I had a blast.’ Jenny grinned and waved her goodbyes as Lauren made her exit, but not before someone managed to spill drink down her front. With an exasperated grunt, she left the small white house and broke into a run. She wasn’t sure why she was running, but the sooner she was in her own room, the better. Something stepped into her path and she went careering off path and into the rose bushes.

‘Holy crap!’ The voice said. ‘I’m sorry!’

Lauren felt like she had run into a brick wall, and the apologetic voice didn’t really ease the pain. ‘You should watch where you’re walking…’ Lauren mumbled, feeling a little dizzy.

‘You should watch where you’re running, Lauren.’ Her eyes snapped up in shock, but her surprise faded as she recognised the hulking figure of Sam Winchester.

‘Oh, hello.’ She smiled awkwardly, regarding her stinging palms. Roses and their damn thorns. ‘I’m sorry.’ For the second time, he helped her to her unsteady feet.

‘I never got to thank you for the book. Mrs Wallace gave it to me, said you had to leave quickly.’ He picked a scarlet rose petal from her jacket and threw it where it belonged.

‘That’s okay. Your paper went well, I suppose?’

‘Yeah…’ He sighed, rubbing his hands together in an effort to generate some heat. Lauren hadn’t noticed how cold it had gotten. It was also incredibly dark, but to her relief she could spot a few tiny pinpricks of light in the sky. The stars always made her feel a little….reassured. ‘Actually, I have something to tell you.’

Lauren panicked. It was about now in the movies that he would turn into a raging psychopath and chase her down the dark street. Of course, he hadn’t, and she felt a little guilty for thinking he could be capable of that. ‘What’s that?’

‘I’m not actually taking theology.’

‘You’re not?’

‘No, I just like the unexplained.’ He shrugged, ‘I figured if we’re going to be friends…well, friends tell each other things. And right now I don’t have very many friends around these parts.’

‘Well I was just at a party where I sat in the corner for…’ She checked her watch, ‘Three hours. With an orange juice. I didn’t leave that seat until the moment I ran out of there.’ Sam laughed. It was a nice sound, surprisingly high and uplifting. It made Lauren relax. They both sighed, and Lauren swore she saw the flicker of contentedness in Sam’s eyes. Finally, the silence was broken and Sam cleared his throat. ‘You shouldn’t be by yourself walking home…well, running home. Even Sanford is dangerous at night.’

‘I should be going then, I don’t want it to get any darker. See you around, Sam.’ She was about to leave when she had an idea. ‘Why don’t you come to the library tomorrow at lunch? I can show you a couple more books that might come in handy some day…you know, for your course.’

‘That would be brilliant, thank you.’ Sam smiled and Lauren breathed a sigh of relief, ‘I’ll be there.’

Christmas

‘So you’re saying McCandless basically dug his own grave?’

‘Yes! I mean, sure it was brave leaving everything behind, but I mean he went into the wilderness with no prior experience, Sam! He was asking for something to go wrong.’

Sam nodded, still grinning, and leafed through a thick book with no particular interest of what was ingrained on the pages. He had already read it enough times. ‘I kind of admire him. You know, to be able to just throw everything away like that, to just take everyone’s expectations and throw them out the window…’ He turned his head to stare out at the looming oak tree that watched them from outside. Despite the cold breezes and the lack of greenery, no one ever would have known it was Winter. California wasn’t famous for its snow. Lauren watched Sam. Sometimes he would get so deep into a conversation, he would retreat into his own thoughts and completely zone out. She figured he was tired. It was only recently he had told her he was aiming for law school. She could imagine him as a big shot Lawyer. Heaven knew he was smart enough. She finally coughed to focus Sam’s distracted attention.  ‘I know you said you weren’t a Christmas kind of guy…but I, uh—’ She stooped to tug something from her bag. A small parcel, wrapped delicately in snowman covered paper, came loose and she set it gently on the table in front of him. He grumbled, but nevertheless smiled appreciatively.

‘Lauren I didn’t get you anything…Now I feel bad.’

‘Just open it, already. You can pay me back later in life when you’re a fancy pants lawyer.’

Sam paused, ‘—What, get you out of jail free?’

‘Just open it!’

Sam gripped the paper and ripped, avoiding too much noise for fear of incurring the wrath of the librarian. An old tattered book fell from a slit in the paper, followed by a thin black band, which Sam promptly slipped on his wrist. Turning the book in his hands he smiled. Call of the Wild.

‘It filled him with a great unrest and strange desires. It caused him to feel a vague, sweet gladness, and he was aware of wild yearnings and stirrings for he knew not what.’ Lauren quoted, eyes shining bright with the enthusiasm that Sam loved to see.

‘Jack London.’ Sam read with a nod, fingers playing with the thin pages. ‘And a first edition. Thank you.’

‘It’s a little worn but I think it adds to its appeal. It’s one of my favourites. I thought you’d enjoy it too.’ Sam lifted his wrist to regard the slender black band. ‘Oh and that….that’s just something that was lying on the counter. I thought I’d throw that in there to make the gift look like more.’

He smiled, and stood from his chair to pull her into a tight bear hug. ‘Thank you. And Merry Christmas, Friend.’ Struggling to breathe, but nevertheless feeling finally like she belonged, Lauren chuckled warmly.

‘Merry Christmas, Friend’.

 xo - Robyn

Xmas Wish List - A Very BIGLY Christmas

Well this is certainly not my best writing. But it's 5 am so hopefully I'll be forgiven for it. I was supposed to be writing a oneshot for a BIGLY Christmas, but I got distracted by real Christmas even though I started a draft of this around the 15th of December or so (None of which is actually in this version). Anyways, I can't remember which number this was on Robyn's list but please do enjoy... Somehow.

“Emmy!” Lauren shouted loudly, bursting in through the door of the motel room with a large shopping bag in each hand. Her friend looked up from the large spider plant she’d been decorating with colourful baubles and ribbons.

“You’re back!” Emmy said joyfully, a smile creeping onto her features. “I sent the boys off on a really long errand, so we should have enough time to actually organise Christmas without them wandering in.”

“What did you send them to do?” Lauren asked curiously, throwing her bags on the nearest bed with a huff.

“Told them I was going to send my family some gifts and I needed a certain kind of ribbon to send it off in,” she said with a shrug. Lauren rolled her eyes with a smile.

“You’ve got them whipped. If I asked for something like that they’d have told me where to go.” Lauren started unpacking her bags, pulling out pre-cooked turkey and ham slices, egg nog and microwavable vegetables. She pursed her lips in thought, “We have a microwave, right?” she asked, dropping her purchases on the bed and wandering over to the kitchen area of their unusually spacious motel room.

“Yeah,” Emmy replied absentmindedly, still decorating her spider plant, “Sam and Dean really splashed out on this one.”

“Well, hey it is Christmas,” Lauren said, gathering her pre-cooked Christmas dinner together and piling it in the kitchen. “I figure I’ll need to start soon if I want it to be ready by the time they get back,” she said.

“Sure will,” Emmy agreed, putting the finishing touches on her plant. “Okay...” She picked a checklist that had been neatly penned by Lauren a few days ago and crossed ‘Christmas tree’ off it. “Just dinner and present wrapping to finish up then we’re done.”

Emmy pulled her duffel bag out from underneath her bed and pulled it open, revealing a large number of plastic and paper bags hiding inside in the place of her clothes. She removed them one by one and laid them on the single table the motel room had to offer. “Hope they like the presents, it’s not like we had a huge amount to spend on them.”

“Or anywhere decent to buy them out of. I mean, garages and local knick-knack shops...” Lauren chimed in.

“Exactly,” Emmy agreed, “Well, here’s hoping.”

Sam and Dean Winchester approached the motel door to the sound of singing and the smell of burnt meat that had been masked by a large quantity of cinnamon scented room spray. They exchanged a look. Christmas hadn’t been expressly banned but it wasn’t like they were expecting to celebrate it. There had been too many bad Christmases in the past and there was no way they wanted to add to the list. Dean pulled his key out of his pocket and stuck it in the lock. He gave his brother one last look of trepidation before he opened the door. But he hadn’t expected what he saw inside.

Every available space on the walls was taken up by ragged looking tinsel and lights. The windows were covered in fake snow, the kind that came from a can, and there was a large spider plant in the middle of the room that had been assaulted with ribbons and baubles. Dean had expected Lauren and Emmy to stop singing when they entered, instead they sang louder, belting out a slightly out of tune version of Rudolph the red Nosed Reindeer. They’d found themselves red Santa hats and stood around the tree with mad grins on their faces as if they’d just created the greatest thing since sliced bread. Behind them Dean spotted the source of the smell, a microwaved Christmas dinner looking a little forlorn on the motel room’s table.

The brothers just gawped.

Emmy took it as a good sign. “You like it right? Merry Christmas!” She shouted with a grin on her face. Dean’s mouth opened and closed for a few seconds. Then Sam laughed. It wasn’t his usual laugh, he was completely thrown off by the absurdity of it all, but it was infectious, soon the four of them were laughing so hard they were gasping.

“You did all this?” Sam asked once he’d recovered.

“Yup,” Lauren replied, proud of the work she and Emmy had put into getting all this together and not giving the game away.

“Wow,” he breathed.

“You’ve haven’t seen anything yet. We should have dinner soon.” Emmy said to Lauren, who gave a nod of affirmative. “Then you can open presents.”

They sat down to the oddest Christmas dinner any of them had ever eaten. Lauren had managed to almost set the microwave on fire when she stuck the vegetables into it in their tin wrappings and she’d burnt some of the pre-cooked meat to a crisp when she’d tried to heat it up on the stove. It tasted as funny as it looked but everyone ate all of it anyway, just because it was Christmas dinner. Dean and Lauren even managed to pull a cracker together without there being an argument.

“That was... interesting,” Emmy said patting her stomach.

“At least it was edible, which is more than I can say for dessert,” Lauren said, glancing balefully at the closed fridge. Sam decided it was better not to ask.

“Presents anyone?”

Guessing what the boys wanted hadn’t been easy, but they managed somehow. Lauren had bought Sam a pair of socks and a flashlight that attached to a headband, which he politely thanked her for but secretly could never see himself using. Emmy had bought him a copy of All Kinds of Feelings which turned out to be a lift the flap book written to help children understand their feelings. Lauren had been more than uncomfortable with buying Dean something but her salvation came in the form of him having broken his lighter a fortnight ago and not having bothered to replace it. She gave him a new shiny silver lighter. He’d even thanked her... must have been the egg nog talking. Emmy had bought him some new cassette apes from a run down old store she’d stumbled across the other day and he loved them, even if their taste in music was a little different.

“Sorry we didn’t get you anything, after all this trouble,” Sam said, rubbing the back of his head with his hand and smiling apologetically. Emmy waved him into silence.

“It’s not like you knew we had this planned, we’re terribly sneaky.” She winked at Lauren.

“Well,” Dean said, stretching in his seat, “Here’s to us. How about we stick around and do this again.” He raised his glass of egg nog.

“Here here.”

Merry Christmas xx

MERRY BIGLY CHRISTMAS FOLKS!

Yes, it's that time of year again. Fill your stockings, chill by the fire (radiator, whatever warm thing is your preference) and watch ridiculous movies that people would judge you for if it was any other time of the year. I myself am chillin' with my new blanket watching Harry Potter, but hey, whatever floats your boat!
So, it's Christmas gift time. None of this is remotely christmassy but who cares, right? I have a Lauren/Sam drabble coming up but I need to make a few finishing touches, so alas! Here are the graphics I made:

I know, I know, it ain't BIGLY but Junie shares my love for Draco/Hermione and I HAD TO AFTER THAT FIC. (Bare with me and I might make a Logan/Marie at some point).

And finally:

 

I hope you all have a lovely Christmas.
Love, Robyn xo

It's gif (see what I did there?) time! Part I

I was bored (I know, I should be writing/revising for exams), and scanning through my graphics and stuff, and I recently discovered how to make my own gifs. So I found my folder of BIGLY manips that I've used in a couple of vids and voila! I'll post my other stuff (mostly graphics and manips. I've been low on the writing muse, but I do have a Lauren/Sam drabble thingy) nearer to christmas. I'm sure Shannon will probably do the same if her arms haven't fallen off during intense swimming practice.






 





It's not much but hopefully they should entertain you for a while. I hope you're having a lovely christmas thus far.

xo - Robyn

Things I do on my day off

I was supposed to be in school today as it's the last day before the Christmas holidays start. but I skived. And I was bored.

Did I just create an AU for my own fic?

I was rereading FuturePresent and it made me think of what a Lam child would be like. I suppose this could be considered a continuation of Junie's AU that involves Rob.

I think I've officially gone mad. I should be writing chapters, not creating AUs haha!

Name: John-Paul ‘JP’ Oscar Winchester

Age: 10 ½

Parents: Lauren Murray, Sam Winchester

Bio: A smart little kid who has had his fair share of life experiences. JP was named after his grandfathers but never gets called by his full name, not even when his parents are using their angry tone. His main interests are reading and board games, but he also has a wilder side and loves motorbikes, fast cars and things that roar. Due to a strange upbringing and his uncle’s influence.

1) What gender are you?
I’m a boy

2) What is your age?
Ten and a half

3) Do you want a hug?
Mom says not to hug strangers

4) Do you have any bad habits?
Sometimes I don’t pay attention in class

5) What is your favourite food?
I like pizza

6) What is your favourite ice-cream flavour?
Chocolate definitely

7) Are you a virgin?
What’s that?

8) Have you killed anyone?
No

9) Do you hate anyone?
Hating someone isn’t very nice

10) Do you have any secrets?
A couple. Ones mom and dad don’t wanna find out I guess. Normal kid stuff

11) What is your favourite season?
Summer, we get to go to the beach in summer

12) Who is your best friend(s)?
I can’t really pick one

13) What are your hobbies?
I like to read and spend time with my family. Oh! And puzzle games

14) What is your favourite drink?
Root beer

15) When is your birthday?
September 2nd

16) What age did you die?
I’m not dead...

17) Are you nice or mean?
I try to be nice

18) Are you social or shy?
Social, being on your own is no fun

19) What do you think of your parents?
I love my mom and dad this much *stretches his arms out*

20) What’s your weakness?
I’m not as tall as ANYONE yet

21) How long can you stay under water?
One time we went swimming and Uncle Dean didn’t watch me right and I went under for like 10 whole minutes! There was a big fight afterwards...

22) What do you do on a regular day basis?
I read and study with mom and then do fun stuff with dad

23) Do you love someone?
I love my family. And my dinosaurs

24) When was the last time you wet yourself.
...ehm...

25) What's your favorite band?
I don’t really have a favourite... oh wait. Zeppelin rule?

26) Ever worn a dress?
No

27) Willingly?
...Nooooo that’s girl stuff

28) What do you consider fun in the day-time?
A whole bunch of stuff

29) At night?
Uhh... the same stuff I do during the day? Aunty Em and I watch movies a whole bunch at night

30) Ever kissed anyone?
Cindy Dawson in 2^nd grade, it was weird

31) ...Of the same gender?
Ewwwwww no

34) Anyone loves you?
My family do

35) What’s your favorite color?
Green

36) When was the last time you cried?
Mom and dad don’t like it when I cry, it makes them sad, so I try not to

37) Do you have a pet?
Nah but I want one so bad

38) What did you name your pet?
I would get a dog and call it something cool like Rover

39) Are you crazy?
I don’t think so

40) What are you?
I’m a home schooled 5^th grader

41) What’s your nickname?
I get JP or Oscar most of the time

42) Do you consider yourself a happy or a down person?
I think I’m happy, being happy is way more fun

43) If you were a superhero, you'll be...?
I’d be like Batman, I’d have a cool cape and a batcave and a utility belt!

45) What is your current occupation?
I’m kinda still at school

46) Who do you know that bugs you?
Sometimes when I go to school for a while some of the other kids bug me ‘cause I’m short. I just ignore ‘em most of the time

47) What's your favourite song?
Not really sure. I like the stuff Uncle Dean plays

48) Do you consider yourself a warrior?
Nah, but one day I’ll be big and strong and then I can fight anything I want to

He seems a little childish to me. Poor sheltered little thing.

WHAT AM I DOING. Gah.

I'm going to bed. 5am start (Y)

Good night x

December 12th.

Sorry for the serious lack of updates but both Shannon and I are about to encounter another group of badass exams that's sole purpose is to try and destroy our brains.
Just a little update mostly to tell you we're still alive. I added a few new songs to the playlist in the hopes of inspiration, including: Remain by Trone Wells (a seriously beautiful song, check it out!), Are you with me? by Trapt and 'Orchard of Mines' by Globus.

At the moment I'm making graphics for Christmas so expect lots of new stuff, and a BIGLY surprise on Christmas day! Happy 12th December!


xox - Robyn

Can You Handle the Truth Part II (The Redemption)

Haha wat ^

Anyways, I can't edit posts Robyn's made since she's the ultimate creator of the blog and I'm like a crappy underling who can only post and edit her own posts and can't actually format D: Sad times.

Anywhooo...

What's in your bag? The one you use every day.

Well, I usually carry two bags; my school bag and my swim bag. In my school bag there’s my books for my subjects: two PE textbooks, a homework diary, a pencil case, a “history of sport” booklet and some past papers for chemistry. My swim bag has about 6 swim hats, 2 pairs of goggles, one or two swim suits, contact lenses and a bottle of water in it.

Favourite pizza toppings?

Hmm... Tossup between plain old cheese and ham and pepperoni. I like to mix it up a little sometimes though, so any pizza will suit me fine :D

Coffee or tea?

Depends on my mood, but I’m 9 times out of 10 a coffee drinker. I need the caffeine for the morning haha, I’m also quite a big frappe drinker.

If you could only pick one of each, which book, movie and album would you take with you on a dessert island?

Book would be really hard since I don’t usually read books more than once. Probably something really long like the complete Lord of the Rings. Movie... hmmm... Probably Armageddon, the ending gets me every time and Bruce Willis is awesome in that movie. As for album, I’m not sure, maybe Physical Graffiti by Led Zeppelin, it’s their best album IMO. Or Chronicle by Credence Clearwater Revival (Although it’s a greatest hits album, it’s damn awesome!)

Favourite thing about living in Ireland?

I like being able to say “I’m Irish” ha-ha! I love the accent that the people have from down south and I love the way most people are genuinely really friendly J

Any grand plans after school?

My super big grand plans would be to go to California next summer and play water polo in Sacramento like my coach wants me to. If I do well there I’d probably move to Manchester and go to uni there so I can play on the Great British water polo team. Who knows where it would go from there. My more realistic plan is to go to Trinity College and do dentistry, medicine or physiotherapy.

What other fandoms do you fallow?

I enjoy a bit of everything really, if a book, movie or game catches my interest enough I’ll have a wee look at the fandom and see if I like it. If I do, then I stay involved, vidding, fan fiction etc. At the minute I’m interested in; Gears of War, Firefly, Assassin’s Creed, Kingdom Hearts and Darren Shan

Favourite episode of Supernatural?

I like the old seasons better than the new ones generally; Wendigo, Bloody Mary, Devil’s Trap, In My Time of Dying, Malleus Malificarum and Jus in Bello.

Favourite part about writing fan fiction?

It’s escapism :D A chance to get away from the boring daily grind. It’s great to write about something you enjoy, like a homage to the creators while still being able to be creative about it J

Hooray, I'm really boring!

~Shannon

Can you handle the truth?

 Right gonna answer some questions posed by Junie, Shannon can add her own answers when she gets online if she wants.
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What's in your bag? The one you use every day.
Robyn: Well, normally my school bag has my books for Chemistry, Biology, English Lit (normally a mix of books and plays, this year 'the tempest', 'streetcar named desire' and 'the glass menagerie') and then my History notes. Then, I have my homework Diary which I'm meant to write homeworks into so I don't forget. But I don't. And then I forget. My teachers really love that. In a weekend bag (ones I carry around into town) normally have my polka dot make up bag, my phone, my iPod/walkman, and random bus tickets from months before.

Favorite pizza toppings?
Robyn: Aw man, I love everything. I recently discovered my like of pepperoni, but I'm a total Hawaiian girl. In other words, ham, cheese and pineapple. But I actually don't like eating the pineapple, I like picking it off and enjoying the sort of fruitiness left behind once its removed. So basically I like ham and cheese. And obviously tomato.

Coffee or tea?

Robyn: Extremely milky, sugary tea. Although my friends (avid tea drinker fanatics) despise my taking of sugar as apparently it makes it 'not teaish'. I can't help it though. I have a sweettooth.

If you could only pick one of each, which book, movie and album would you take with you on a dessert island?
Robyn: Oooh good question. Alright, book? Ummm...I DON'T KNOW. Maybe, 'The Various Haunts Of Men'  by Susan Hill OR 'perks of being a wallflower' by Steven Chbosky. Movie would have to be 'Drop Dead Fred', it's basically my childhood in the form of an old 90s movie. Album....toughie. I'd say (I know this is kind of cheating, 'cause it's more of a compilation album) 'The Best Of The Scorpians'. I don't even know. My Dad bought it ages ago for christmas one year for me, and he was like "You like all this sappy rock music, right?" And thus my love for Klaus Meine was born.

Favorite thing about living in Ireland?
Robyn: I don't know! I think the beautiful countryside. No matter where you go it's always beautiful (especially in the summer sun). And every little town is different and every city has so much history. I mean Ireland has been through some shit over the past few decades/centuries, and we're still being tough cookies through it all.

Any grand plans after school?
Robyn: I'm going to run away and join the Russian circus. I can put my leg over my head, y'know? I think that warrants a spot on the tour. Umm, at the moment I'm totally torn between career paths. Every wednesday after school I help out with a class of 8 year olds in a local school and that's really amazing. So I'd love to do  a degree in psychology and then go on to do primary school ( for kids aged 5-11) teaching. OR, I've always loved science and animals, so I was thinking about doing Veterinary Science, but I don't know. Thus, I have work experience set out in February where I spend a week in a school helping a teacher, and another week in a veterinary surgery so I can make a choice about which to pursue.

What other fandoms do you follow?
Robyn: Oooh, I'm not as passionate about other fandoms as I am with supernatural, however I do watch some shows religiously. I adore Criminal Minds for its unique storylines and take on the criminal psyche. I watch Merlin on bbciplayer and I'm a huge Gwen/Arthur shipper. Umm, True Blood, The Walking Dead, Firefly (God bless its cancelled soul) annnd occaisionally I'll watch an episode or two of Chuck with my brother.

Favorite episode of Supernatural?
Robyn: I absolutely adore Faith and Devil's Trap, and many many more (i.e most of every season). I don't think I can choose, it'd be like choosing one child over the other.

Favorite part about writing fanfiction?
Robyn: Definately trying to get into the head of whatever character it is you're writing, and finding the balanace between your thoughts and their's. I really love it when something works out and I read over a few months later and I'm proud of it (I very rarely am, but still). It's the sort of satisfaction when you read something and think "I wrote that!".










This was fun. I had fun. Did you have fun? I hope you had fun. Anywho! I'm just back from being a convict/cowboy in the school play and I am exhausted. So enjoy your weekend and don't party too hardy!
x- Robyn

Interrogation time.

Dear Junie (who has now made me fall in love with Finland) wrote her brilliant version of, 'The Real Ghostbusters' a while back, which included the hilarious question and answer scene, and I thought it'd be cool if we could ask her random questions (much like a mini-interview) and then she could answer them, and then we'd switch roles and she could ask us questions. So if you have any questions ask away! It can be about anything you like: school, music, ireland, fanfiction or anything that you've really wanted to know about the world of BIGLY.

And I just remembered Poets Of The Fall were from Finland. So, have some POTF to listen to:

näkemiin!

x - Robyn

 

Brennende Liebe

THIS SONG IS AMAZING. AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THEY'RE SAYING. BUT STILL. Although I know the chorus is, "From my burning love, no demon can save you. From my burning love, no God or miracle can free you anymore".



It gave me a huge inspiration boost so I'm hoping it works for other people too.
I can never make Sam&Lauren manips...I don't know why, but I just sat down and listened to this song and voila! (I was going to save these until christmas but I have the patience of a teaspoon).

(version #2)

Now I'm off to do english literature coursework.
xo - Robyn

Junie's Banner :D

So, Junie mentioned on her Christmas post that she was taking fic requests. Since I requested a fic I decided to take her idea and make her a wee banner :D

Use it for whatever/wherever you want, Junie. Hope you like it :). Hurray for inserting yourself into the BIGLY world :D

I made like 3 versions of this before I settled on this one haha

VERY EARLY MERRY XMASSSS :D

Trivia

It's been too long since we posted so I thought I'd enlighten everyone with a dose of BIGLY trivia, straight from the mind of Shannon at about 11PM when she should have been sleeping.

• Lauren's name "Lauren Sarah" was taken from Shannon's little sister, Lauryn Sarah. Incidentally, Shannon, when she was five, decided on her little sister's middle name.
• Lauren's last name was based on a friend's last name "McMurray". She went on to create some of the first BIGLY posters, ones we still love and use today :D
• The names Murray and Gilmore come from the same Irish name; Mac Giolla Mhuire. Alexis Bledel is most famous for her role as Rory Gilmore on "Gilmore Girls".
• Emmy Roser's name was inspired by the actress Emmy Rossum. Emmy shares her middle name, Jayne, with Robyn. However it was finalised because "Emily Jayne" sounds nice when said aloud.
• In Asylum, Sam's POV is only used once; when he goes crazy. This was to maximise the impact of the scene... But mainly because Shannon hates writing Sam's POV.
• In Asylum, Shannon left out Kat and Gavin because she's lazy, and she decided they weren't pivotal to the plot.
• Robyn owns a heart shaped necklace exactly like Emmy's described as having. Her friends made it for her birthday after she spent a few days lusting for the necklace she imagined.
• Emmy's fiancee Seth's last name, "Ivle", is an anagram of "evil". Seth itself can also be traced to the egyptian God, Set, who was the Egyptian God of destruction and chaos.
• The first actress to portray Lillith in Season 3 played a young Zooey Deschanel in Tinman. The girl who plays Missy in The Benders was also in Tinman.
• The episode "Wendigo" was originally going to be ignored due to Lauren's absence, but we liked the story so much that we just shunted it to later in the season.
• Even though it's Robyn's least favorite episode, she wrote Route 666 first. Shannon's first chapter was Skin.
• The only time in the fic the third person perspective isn't used is during Sam's visions.

I think I'm gonna leave this one open for us to add to as time goes on :)
(Go on Robyn, think of random trivia you have about the fic that I've left out :D)

Inspire.

'Babe I'm gonna leave you' will obviously forever be the main anthem, but by God this song (a cover) started playing while I was writing and I just sat there like, "...whoah."



And I love this song as well, fully gets my imagination going like a riot:


 Speaking of writing, I'm on the bit where Lucas is standing next to the lake, about to be drowned by an angry dead boy. I've written like 10 pages in the past two days.

xo Robyn

I finally have a muse!

After weeks of a serious lack of inspiration for anything artistic, I got an attack today and decided to waste it on making mediocre shizz, BUT STILL! At least I got some new stuff done.
And I'm vidding a wee Demmy vidlet out of sheer boredom.

And I found this vid a while back (credit to eternaleclipse19 on youtube) and it's based around Rory and Dean from gilmore girls (a.k.a Jared and Alexis). It's so cute and I love it.




Finalement (whippin' out my crazy french skills) my latest computer wallpaper that I made to show my brother how I make my manips.

It makes my wee fangirl heart squee every time. And my brother admitted that he wouldn't even know how to paint a cat in photoshop. BOO YAH, SUCCESS.

xo - Robyn

Shadow-ey things.

I was asked to post bits and pieces :)

Without warning there was a scraping sound as Dean drew up another chair to the already slightly crowded bar table.

“So did you get anything besides her number?” Sam asked him, not even looking up from his research. Dean scoffed.

“Dude, I’m a professional. I’m offended you would think that.”

Everyone looked at him in unison, eyebrows raised disbelievingly.

“All right, yeah.” He admitted with a smile, pulling out a napkin with the offending number on it and laying it on the table. Emmy casually leaned over and grabbed it, inspecting the sheet with a knowing nod.

“Nice penmanship.” She said approvingly.

“Mind thinking with your upstairs brain for a minute here Dean?” Sam said with a shake of the head.

“Look, there’s nothing to find out,” Dean retorted defensively. “Meredith worked here, she waited tables, and everyone here was her friend. Everybody said she was normal. She didn’t do anything weird before she died.” Dean counted off his points on his fingers. “So did you find anything on the symbol we found in the apartment yet?”

“Nope,” Sam replied with a sigh, setting down the paper in his hand. “It wasn’t in Dad’s journal or any of the usual books. We’ll just have to dig a little deeper I guess.”

Dean looked slightly put off at the thought that the investigation was going nowhere, “Well, there was a first victim, right? Before Meredith?”

“Yup,” Lauren replied, pulling a newspaper clipping from thin air. She passed it across the table to him. Dean took it out of her hand with a little more force than was necessary. “His name was Ben Swardstrom.” She added.

“Mutilated in his town house... Door was locked... Alarm was on...” Dean muttered extracts to himself from the article under his breath as he read. He looked up as he finished, looking slightly more puzzled. “Is there any connection between the two of them?”

“Not that we can tell. Ben was a banker, Meredith was a waitress. They never met, never knew anyone in common- they were practically from different worlds,” Sam replied.

“So, to recap, the only successful intel we’ve scored so far is the bartender’s phone number.” Dean said with a smirk. He looked between the three in amusement, waiting for a snarky comeback to come his way. Instead Lauren seemed to have spotted something terrible in the distance. Her eyebrows scrunched up and she leaned forwards, staring into the space behind Dean. He swivelled in his seat quickly, looking for the source of her discomfort, half wanting to give it a high five. He didn’t see anything out of place in the dingy bar behind him. He swung back to face them with a loud “What?”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Lauren muttered to herself. Having spotted the look on her face, Sam’s eyes traced the same path Lauren’s had and they seemingly came to rest on the same thing.

“No...” he mumbled, quickly standing up from his seat. He began walking to the other side of the bar, much to the confusion of Dean and Emmy.

“Lauren...” Emmy began before Lauren got off her seat and followed Sam’s path across the bar. She quickly caught him since he was hindered by several drunk men making an attempt to play pool halfway to his destination. The two of them squared up to a small blonde woman facing the other direction. Dean watched Sam put a hand on her shoulder, though he couldn’t hear what they said from this far away.

“Dean, have you been letting Sam and Lauren out socialising again?” Emmy asked quietly. She’d picked up the napkin with the bartender’s number on it and had begun to draw aimless patterns in the free space.

“Who’s this chick, some kind of college buddy or what?” Dean asked gruffly. Emmy shrugged absentmindedly in response, “Probably. We should go over and ask.”

Dean shook his head, beginning to form some sort of reason why they should stay on this side of the bar. On second thoughts, Blondie was kinda hot. Maybe he would go over and see just how well Sam knew her.

________________________________

Dean cocked his head at Lauren, her lips were moving in a flurry but no sound seemed to be coming out. What a weirdo. He turned back to face Sam and Blondie, wanting to gauge how they knew each other.

“I came, I saw, I conquered,” the girl said with a smile. “Anyway the whole scene got old so I’m living here for a while.”

Dean half smiled sarcastically. Real nice of her to tell him her whole life story. He cleared his throat loudly, waiting on Sam to do proper introductions.

“So you’re from Chicago?” Sam asked, seemingly ignoring his brother completely.

“No Massachusetts – Andover. Gosh, Sam, what are the odds we’d run into each other?” Meg asked. Lauren snorted loudly.

“There are around two hundred and eighty eight million people living in America.” She said, looking at Meg. “And two million eight hundred odd people in Chicago alone. So... Those chances are pretty slim.” She finished in a strained voice. Dean rolled his eyes at the geekathon. He cleared his throat again, hoping to finally attract some attention to himself. Blondie finally acknowledged his presence by looking over Sam’s shoulder at him with a scowl. “Dude, cover your mouth.” She said scathingly.

Dean looked at her in shock. Sam rubbed the back of his head and gave Dean an apologetic glance.

“Yeah, I’m sorry Meg. This is my brother, Dean and this is Emmy.” He waved his hand at the two of them as he said their names in turn. Emmy gave the girl a small wave as she was introduced.

“This is Dean?” Meg said with an air of uncertainty. Dean smiled. So Sam had mentioned him.
“You’ve heard of me?” He asked.

“Oh yeah,” Meg answered with a frown “I’ve heard of you. Nice- the way you treat your brother like luggage.”

There's more done, but I don't wanna give away the whole chapter. BTW I missed out a bit inbetween these two paragrpahs so it won't read right till I post the whole thing. Enjoy!

Shannon

Hell House.

Writing two chapters at the same time hurts my head.

_____________________

Emmy felt the quiet hum of the Impala below her. She watched the blur of green trees streak past her window as Dean picked up the acceleration, grinning as his baby purred. Emmy's head began to throb, the beams of direct sunlight had imprinted themselves in her vision. She turned slowly, Lauren’s face distorted by a strange haze of yellow. It faded within seconds.

Lauren’s hands were playing with Sam’s hair, it took Emmy a while before she realised he was sleeping. She counted at least three plaits in the dark scruffy mass; a smile came to Emmy’s face. Some of the strands were so small they would fall out almost immediately, but there were still those one or two resilient braids that would no doubt cause a few stares in whatever town they turned up at next. Emmy dared not even attempt to plait Dean’s hair. First, he would probably throw her out of the car and run her over. Second, his hair was too short for plaiting. Emmy let out a bored, frustrated sigh, Sam’s head too far away for her to join in the plaiting. Boredom had well and truly set in. She pouted.

Dean shuffled in his seat, grabbing something from the glove compartment with a quiet chuckle.

Her interest peaked. Emmy leant forward in her seat, the old leather announcing her slight movement with a loud screech. “What are you doing?” She asked loudly.

Dean’s eyes flickered between the road, Sam and her. “Shh.” He gestured with a nod of his head towards Sam, who slept blissfully unaware.

“What’s that?” She questioned, eyes focused on something small and white in the palm of Dean’s hand.

Sam shifted his position as he slept, Dean freezing in his seat. He finally shook his head in relief, glad his brother hadn’t awoken. He waved a small plastic spoon in front of her face.

Emmy leant back in her chair, the previous object of her attention becoming merely as interesting as a ball of wool for a dog.

Lauren’s eyebrows had hitched, not really sure what silly plan Dean had concocted, but slightly interested nonetheless.

Dean outstretched an arm, slipping the spoon gently in Sam’s mouth. Dean let out a muffled snigger.

Lauren snorted, “That’s ingenuity right there.”

Dean ignored her remark, holding his phone up to his brother, not dropping his arm until the phone made a short click.

“You’re mean.” Emmy stated simply.

Suddenly the car was filled with pounding music. Lauren held her hands to her ears, dropping the latest plait she had bestowed upon Sam. Emmy half expected the speakers to explode.

“A fire of unknown origin,” Dean sang at the top of his lungs, “Took my baby away!” The spoon from Sam’s mouth went flying as he jerked awake in his seat. His arms flailed for a second before dropping in relief to his legs. Dean pounded the steering wheel in time with the drums, letting out a husky chuckle at his brother’s bemused expression. Dean returned the volume to its previous state.

“Haha.” He mocked, “Very funny.” The younger brother’s hands flew to the back of his head, his fingers tracing over the tiny tendrils that hadn’t been there before. “…The hell? Dean, did you plait my hair?” 

In the Beginning There Was...

Progress. It’s slow... it dillies and dallies and this year has been even more hectic than the last. The earliest record I have of BIGLY is from a conversation Robyn and I had in February 2009. Looking back is... weird. Very weird. Thinking about what sparked the idea was even weirder. I had dabbled in fan fiction before but nothing major, a few OCs here and there. Robyn hadn’t written much else before either. It was a completely new experience.

It all started over a guy (As a strange amount of epic things do...) and developed into a crude RP.

Robyn says:

· Jim2 just msned me earlier saying "hey who are you " and I said "oh hi...I’m Robyn...from your school" and then he was like "Gilmore " "and I said "no, McCue, I don’t think we've talked before" and he went offline and then signed online on his other msn...and then went offline....

· I think he’s blocked me on both

· which means he thinks I’m a creep

· and I will never have a chance with him ever

· ...ever

Shannon says:

· Sure you will

Robyn says:

· not if he thinks I’m a creep.....or is rather scared of me

Shannon says:

· Smeh

· You're not creepy

Robyn says:

· well if he thinks I’m a stalker....he must be rather arrogant because I haven’t said anything that could be remotely translated as "I LOVE YOU"

Shannon says:

· Yeah

Robyn says:

· I think I shall think bad things about him and therefore get over him

· like HE'S A MEAN PERSON

· and HES ARROGANT

Shannon says:

· Yes!

Robyn says:

· smeeeeeeehhhhh

Shannon says:

· ?

Robyn says:

· well I’m never going to talk to him anyway

· so it’s not like I should care

· what he thinks of me

· *Is becoming paranoid*

Shannon says:

· Yes

· *sigh*

· He's prolly so conceited that he's not even thinking about what blocking you has made you feel

Robyn says:

· you're trying to help me thin bad things aren’t you

Shannon says:

· Yes. Yes I am

Robyn says:

· lmao

· its working

Shannon says:

· And all he does is strut around school with his head up his ass not caring about the "Little people" and their feelings

· plus he has no taste in women

Robyn says:

· you're good at this

Shannon says:

· He wouldn't know a nice girl if she slapped him across the face

Robyn says:

· very true

Shannon says:

· And he's a typical guy who only cares about looks

Robyn says:

· he’s just a very attractive person who doesn’t give a damn about anyone but himself

Shannon says:

· Exactly

· He's going through life looking out for number one only

Robyn says:

· yes, now I feel mean

Shannon says:

· Hardly

· How many times has he sat in a convo and bitched about people?

· I bet a lot more times than you have

Robyn says:

· he may not have though we don’t even know him that well

Shannon says:

· .....

· I thought we were getting over him?

· *taps foot*

Robyn says:

· we are.....we

Shannon says:

· ....

· I'm helping you

Robyn says:

· maybe his msn is just screwed up

Shannon says:

· And maybe the Earth is gonna drop out of orbit and freeze tomorrow

Robyn says:

· maybe

Shannon says:

· *facepalm*

· Whatever

· You're gonna find a guy who is charming and nice and you're gonna fall in love :3

· Maybe he's not the one or maybe he's just not mature enough to see how great you are

Robyn says:

· maybe

· you can be my boyfriend

· I will find my dean Winchester and he will be awesomely awesome

Shannon says:

· XD

· Will he hunt demons?

Robyn says:

· ....yes

· no

· cus that would be a little creepy

Shannon says:

· Just a tad

Robyn says:

· but then again I could be his Mary sue

Shannon says:

· he'd make you wait in the car

Robyn says:

· he would

· and I would have to listen to his uberly old cassettes

Shannon says:

· LOL and face certain death if you broke anything

Robyn says:

· most likely

Shannon says:

· It'd be awkward

· Sam would have to be there

Robyn says:

· lmao

Shannon says:

· and you'd be like

· hi Sam

Robyn says:

· Sam is always there

Shannon says:

· Hi Robyn

Robyn says:

· ALWAYS

Shannon says:

· *awkward silence*

Robyn says:

· Sam and I would get along great thank you very much

· *high fives Sam* hey Sammy!

Shannon says:

· Yeah

· Not when you're screwing his brother

Robyn says:

· ....

· ew

· must you use those uncouth words *cries*

· "Robyn wept for the end of innocence"

Shannon says:

· LOL

· Sorry

· Not when you're bonking his brother

· Better?

Robyn says:

· we would make Sam leave

· or sit outside in the car like that episode

Shannon says:

· Bobby wouldn't like you

Robyn says:

·Pft!  Bobby would! Everybody likes me.

Shannon says:

· I just ahve a feeling

Robyn says:

· bobby would adore me

Shannon says

· Not cuz of your person

Robyn says:

· he'd worship the ground I walk on

Shannon says:

· But cuz of the Dean thing

Robyn says:

· prolly

Shannon says:

· YOU'RE NOT A MARY SUE!

Robyn says:

· "Where’s my perfectly perfect perfect person!"

· "ermm...it’s just me bobby"

· "Twat."

· and that is how our greeting would go

· SUPERNATURAL AD ON ITV2+1

Shannon says:

· And John would be like : "I have a daughter? Do I? Shut up Dean, now git in the car you wussy" *forces you into the car*

Robyn says:

· john is alive

· since when

Shannon says:

· ....

· Since now

Robyn says:

· lmao, okay

Shannon says:

· Which makes me your mother in law

· MWAHAHAHA

Robyn says:

· ....

Robyn says:

· bobby just doesn’t like me because he doesn’t like girls

Shannon says:

· And cuz you're bonking Dean

· John just wouldn't care

Robyn says:

· ....johns a pervert

Shannon says:

· "Sammy! You should be getting laid too!"

Robyn says:

· lmfao exactly

Shannon says:

· I wanna have a part in this

· Hmmmm

Robyn says:

· who can you be in this ever growing story

Shannon says:

· Hmm

Robyn says:

· Sam’s friend

Shannon says:

· LOL

· College buddy

Robyn says:

· Whoo!

· Sam doesn’t like me and dean doesn’t like you

Shannon says:

· Then I can be pulled in for some random reason

· LOL

· And we're best friends

· Stuck in the middle

Robyn says:

· ohhh yeah

· this is like a fan fiction I would avoid like the plague (OH THE IRONY).

Shannon says:

· Yep

· But we would never upload

· ewwww

Robyn says:

· that would be wrong

· like a crime

Shannon says:

· It would be

· Now why doesn't Dean like me?

Robyn says:

· because he doesn’t think you're good enough for Sammy

· why doesn’t Sam like me

· could you imagine you and Sam standing together

· now that would be genius

Shannon says:

· LMAO

· I think he would have to carry me on his back at some point

· Robyn says:

· at some point

· like when

Shannon says:

· Like once

· I dunno

· Just cuz it would be fun

· "I can see my house from here"

Robyn says:

· and dean and I would skip together

· *skips*

Shannon says:

· What?

· Dean doesn't skip

Robyn says:

· ...he does when he’s with me

Shannon says:

· LOL

Shannon says:

· *cough*Mary sue *cough*

Robyn says:

· fine

· ...he doesn’t skip *cries*

· then we shall drive in the impala

Shannon says:

Yes

Robyn says:

· and I am making him listen to breaking benjamin

· but he is refusing

Shannon says:

· While I prop up a drunk Sam on the street

· "Wait for us!"

Robyn says:

· because he doesn’t like all that "modern crap"

· why is Sam drunk

Shannon says:

· *falls over*

· MY SPINE!

· Uhh

· To drown out his non getting laid sorrows?

· I dunno XD

Robyn says:

· lmfao

· if he were drunk wouldn’t he just make out with you

Shannon says:

· D:

Robyn says:

· or do you not like him in that way

Shannon says:

· No idea XD

· Most likely not when he's drunk

Robyn says:

· aw

Shannon says:

· His mouth would be all vomitey

Robyn says:

· ewie

· you wouldn’t want to make out with vomitty Sammy

Shannon says:

· Bobby prolly doesn't like either of us

Robyn says:

· prolly not

· I don’t think bobby likes anyone

Shannon says:

· He'd b like "OMFG WOMEN! " 'Hello.'

· Yeaaah

Robyn says:

· he would think we're a bad influence

· *would

Shannon says:

· LOL

Shannon says:

· What are your bad influences?

· *your

Robyn says:

· ...ermmm, I don’t know

· I suck at anything physical

· but I’m a mawd genius

Shannon says:

· Like Sammy genius?

Robyn says:

· yes

Shannon says:

· Another reason not to like you thar

· JEALOUSY

Robyn says:

· but not Sammy fit

· And dean is like "stay in the car! You suck at running!"

Shannon says:

· "Hey Dean this is gonna take hours to download"

· "Dean, I gots it!" *grin*

· "KUTCTUDGCU" *head desk*

Robyn says:

· lmao

· what are your bad influences

· /flaws

Shannon says:

· I dunno

· hrmmm

· I prolly run in like "GTFO Demonzzz!" And have to get saved a lot

· We're gonna end up spending a lot of time in the car together

Robyn says:

· most likely

· "sewww" *turns on radio*

· "Yush...so... "

Shannon says:

· "...twats left us behind again"

Robyn says:

· *coughs* "it's because you suck, and they want me to look after you"

· *grins*

Shannon says:

· *sarcastic voice* "It's because you suck and they want...SHUT UP"

Robyn says:

· *laughs evilly*

Shannon says:

· *slaps the back of your head*

Robyn says:

· *slaps you around the head*

Shannon says:

· Oww!

Robyn says:

· That was your fault!

· *death glares*

Shannon says:

· Was not

· *does face*

Robyn says:

· was so too

Shannon says:

· *sticks out tongue*

Robyn says:

· *huffs*

Shannon says:

· Then the two prolly come back covered in dirt and are all like "Get out of the front"

Robyn says:

· and we shall death glare them both

· *slaps dean and Sam around the head*

Shannon says:

· *slaps Dean around the head from the back of the car*

Robyn says:

· *grins at you*

Shannon says:

· I wonder what Dean would do if I slapped him?

Robyn says:

· punch you in the face

· or death glare you

· I think he'd glare

Shannon says:

· Death glare methinks

Robyn says:

· he's a gentleman at heart

· like when he’s in he restaurant in mystery spot he goes to the wee old lady "hi, sweetheart could you get us some sausages"

Shannon says:

· Prolly mutter to Sam about keeping his dog/pet under control or something like that

Robyn says:

· prolly

Shannon says:

· Would you slap Sam?

Robyn says:

· *does dean voice* "keep your dog on its leash"

· yes

Robyn says:

· if you slap dean I slap Sam

Shannon says:

· Okay then

· Sam would just take it though

· Prolly glare at Dean

Robyn says:

· he would actually

· he wouldn’t say anything though

Shannon says:

· It's so Sammy

Robyn says:

· we know them so well

· we're that awesome

Shannon says:

· You should also constantly call him Sammy

Robyn says:

· I would

· cause I’m practically like his sister in law

Shannon says:

· I wouldn't though

· Cuz I respect his wishes XD

· *wishes

Robyn says:

· lmao, I would tease him but now mercilessly...I’d listen if he had a problem

· cause I’m so understanding

· but he wouldn’t tell me

· cause he doesn’t like me

Shannon says:

· LOL

· You should have an emotional moment

· The Dean and I come in screaming at each other

Robyn says:

· I like this, I may have to write it

· but not upload it

· obviously

Robyn says:

· I think you two would make a pretty epic arguing pair

Shannon says:

· *both storm into the room*

Robyn says:

· it would be entertaining to watch you two fighting

Shannon says:

· *throws lamp at Dean*

Robyn says:

· *screams*

· Don’t throw stuff at him!

Shannon says:

· "Hey Sam, I think your dog needs put down"

Robyn says:

· such a dean thing to say

· "Dean don’t say that about her!"

· of course I would come to your rescuse

Shannon says:

· We would end up killing each other XD

Robyn says:

· you really would

· I think I shall copy and paste this onto word and then someday make it into a story

Shannon says:

· *throws TV remote at Dean*

Robyn says:

· Dean! Apologise now!

· "But she threw it at me!"

Shannon says:

· *Sam stands in corner...WAAAAAY too much drama*

Shannon says:

*Decides to lock self in the bathroom*

Robyn says:

· (Why are you locking yourself in the bathroom?)

· Look what you did now!

· *slaps dean on the back of the head*

Shannon says:

· (Cuz it's fun, plus it means no one can pee)

Robyn says:

· (No one needs to pee anyway)

Shannon says:

· (Not yet)

Robyn says:

· (Lmao)

Shannon says:

· *stays in bathroom for three hours, singing the same song. Over and over and over*

Robyn says:

· Go say sorry again dean!

· *dean huffs* "Sam go get her out of there, I need to use the can!"

Shannon says:

· "But she's gonna yell. She's not my problem"

· S: *huffs*

· (OH NOOOOO We have the same starting letter!)

Robyn says:

· ( It sums up Sam so well)

· D: she’s not gonna come out

Shannon says:

· (Okay S: is Sam XD)

· (LMAO I thought that was you going oh noes! D: )

Robyn says:

· ( Noes, it means Dean. Idjit. )

· D: goooooooo!

· R: get out of the toilet Shannon, come on

Shannon says:

· "NEVER!"

· *hisses* "HE called me a DOG. For the last time!"

Robyn says:

· R: Technically, you slapped him! He said sorry!

· R: he doesn't really think you're a dog. I think.

· (R: means Robyn: in case you didn’t realise )

· *dean snorts*

Shannon says:

· (I actually enjoy hating Dean, it's fun XD)

Robyn says:

· (Poor wee dean)

Shannon says:

· "Yeah and pigs may fly..."

Robyn says:

· "shhhhaaaannnnonnnn, you can’t stay in there all night! I need to get showered!"

Shannon says:

· "Fine fine, but only if I get Dean's bed"

Robyn says:

· D: hell no!

Robyn says:

· "Dean!"

Robyn says:

· D: she can have Sammy’s bed, but she ain't sleeping in mine!

Shannon says:

· S: Come on Dean...

Robyn says:

· D: Sam! It is MY bed!!

Shannon says:

· S: It's just a motel bed.

Robyn says:

· D: I have back problems...it helps

Shannon says:

· *comes out of bathroom*

Robyn says:

· "You can have deans bed"

· *sticks tongue out at dean*

Shannon says:

· *smug grin in Dean's direction*

· "Everyone loves me more than yoouuuu"

· *leaps onto the bed*

· *glares at Dean*

Robyn says:

· "Now I suggest we get a good night’s sleep"

Shannon says:

· Touch her and die, Dean.

Robyn says:

· D: fine...I’ll sleep on the floor

· "I’m okay with that, where are you going to sleep Sammy "

Shannon says:

· S: My bed?

Robyn says:

· "How come everyone has a bed but me!"

· ( Totally unfair, man. Totally unfair. )

Shannon says:

· S: *cute smile at Dean* Cuz I ain't gettin'

Robyn says:

· D: punk assed bitch

· ( I love that face there, it looks like it’s having a spasm )

Shannon says:

· (LMAO)

· "Jerk"

Robyn says:

· D: bitch

Shannon says:

· (Nice comeback Shannon *facepalm*)

· S: C'mon Dean,. It’s only for one night...

Robyn says:

· D: I’m sleeping on the floor and you're in a bed, how the hell is that fair! You know what...

· *pushes Sam off the bed*

Shannon says:

· S: Oww! Dean!

Robyn says:

· (WIIIGHHHTTT< - - fight for the Winchesters )

Shannon says:

· "Hey! Leave Sam alone, you jerk!"

Robyn says:

· "Survival of the fittest Shannon, you'll learn the Winchester ways...if you're not happy with something...beat them up"

Shannon says:

· "Hardehar"

Robyn says:

· *Sam and dean wrestle on the floor*

· *sits on Sam’s bed*

· "I’m going to bed, goodnight Shannon"

· *Sam and dean continue to fight*

Shannon says:

· *Lies on Dean's bed* "Night Robyn"

Robyn says:

· *goes to sleep*

Shannon says:

· *turns out the light*

Robyn says:

· D: punk assed *gives Sammy a wedgie*

· D: *pulls Sam's hair*

Shannon says:

· S: *grabs Dean's shirt and tries to pull him off*

· S: "Get off me Dean!"

Robyn says:

· D: owie! *pushes Sam’s head away*

· D: NO!

· D: why are we even fighting again

Shannon says:

· S:....

· S: You jumped me.

Robyn says:

· D:...oh yeah, you stole my bed...well I won

· D: *grins*

Shannon says:

· S: Did not.

· S: We're both on the floor.

Robyn says:

· D: you need to work on your punches, you wuss

· D: felt like a kitten was nudging me

Shannon says:

· S: Shut up Dean *gets up in the dark and stumbles about the room*

Robyn says:

· D: where’s the beds * falls over lampshade*

Shannon says:

· S: Dude, that's my face.

Robyn says:

· D: oh right...I thought I felt something ugly

Shannon says:

· S: *grumbles*

Robyn says:

· *pats bed to find someone in it* D: goddammit!

Robyn says:

· D: I claim the pull out bed

Shannon says:

· "GET IT OFF ME!"

· *kicks furiously*

Robyn says:

· D: maybe if you hadn’t have stolen the bed...bitch

Robyn says:

· *tries to find pull out bed*

Shannon says:

· S: *falls over Dean*

· S: ooft!

Robyn says:

· D: watch where you're going *falls over table*

· D: since when was there a table in here!

Shannon says:

· S: Since we moved in!

Robyn says:

· D: *lies down on floor*

· D: goodnight

The next day in school, we disregarded the idea of the OCs being us. I think Robyn has the original sheet that we planned on, but I do remember the original names. Lauren was originally Maria and Emmy was Judith for a while. It seems so surreal thinking back on it now.

Robyn posted what happened next, the casting, the further character development... Some things stayed the same from this original idea and some things changed dramatically.

Cyber cookie for anyone who reads the mess of a convo above (Which I spell checked and formatted for about an hour before it was legible haha).

In the beginning there was Jim2...

~Shannon