AUs

I have an AU where Dean knows Seth and he visits him during the events of Dead in the Water. he meets Emmy, kinda falls for her but doesn't want to intrude on Seth, especially since the two are engaged. But as he spends more time with Seth, he sees the relationships is slowly falling to bits and he finds out about Candy and gets very pissed off. Plus, despite herself Emmy slowly falls for Dean little by little as he comforts her over Seth's actions.

This is the theme song of this AU;


AU2

This is basically because I want Lam to happen haha. In all honesty, this one just consists of Sam not sleeping with Meredith in Heart because he finally gets it into his thick skull that Lauren has been pining for him since they were in college together. Despite this, she seems to think they slept together and generally gets all pissed off and threatens to leave and go home but Sam stops her and Lam occurs yay.

Personally I like the first AU better, it's actually detailed and I even tried to vid it one time. (Failed, miserably but that's beside the point)

ps, I'm currently writing part of Shadow. Should be halfway through soonish. Also, will be restarting Nightmare since what I have so far is beyond terrible.

Download BIGLY, you say?

Call this an experiment. Basically, I'm getting an ipod touch, which is capable of reading pdf files. So, naturally in preparation, I converted all my BIGLY files into pdfs so I can read them on the go. So, I want to see how easy it would be to download said files for others. This is also a little apology for a serious lack of posting on my part.

Faith: Download

I edited it quite a bit last night, changed a few lines/scenes, but if there's still stupid mistakes with spelling and the like, blame it entirely on my clumsy fingers.


In other news: Alexis has been confirmed to play Lauren Scott in Sleepaway Reunion Camp, and Zooey will be in a television show known as The New Girl this autumn on FOX.

Companion Piece - No Rest for the Wicked

Greatly inspired by Junie's fic over on her blog. This is a so called companion piece only for the fact that it slots in nicely with what she's written :)

I'm super sorry for my long absences.

Song - Blinding ~ Florence + the Machine

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It was there. In the exhalation of a breath. In the rustling of the sheets in the
dark. He should have been peaceful. He should have been savouring the moment.

Should be- always living up to an unspoken expectation.

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He was dying. At least, he was on his way to Death’s door. Just a few more steps
and even fewer knocks and he would be gone.

we’re cutting it close, I know.

No second chance. No goodbye.

Hearts thumping in tandem. Beating out rhythms in the dark.

A stirring of warmth at his side. He slipped in and out of his misshapen dreams.
Dreams of blood and fear and teeth.

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He wakes and she’s there. She’s always there. Always will be. Shame he won’t.

you’re not going to go to hell. i'm not going to let you.

He cracks his eyes and she’s staring. Green meets pitch black.

everything’s gonna be okay.

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‘Everything’s gonna be okay,’ she says it, eyes staring, mouth twitching. He stiffens. He blinks.
She’s Emmy again and he’s still dying.

‘Yeah, we’ll find a way,’ he agrees, kissing her head.

He knows they won’t.

Revelations.

"And I will give power unto my two witnesses, and they shall prophesy. These are the two olive trees, and the two candlesticks..." (Rev 11:3- 4 ) 

Just gonna leave that there for future reference.

I was looking through texts tonight and I found one from Shannon from around 13th June 2010 when we were discussing a 'bigger picture'. A bigger plot, with twists and turns and symbolism, and everything we thought BIGLY would need to keep people enthralled. And Shannon found the answer. And it was glorious and perfect and all we need to do is write our asses off to get to the point where people can be like, 'DIDN'T SEE THAT ONE COMING.'

Thought I would update.
-xo Robyn

Faith.

Because I feel guilty in having not posted in a long time. Have some 'Faith'...pun not intended.
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Lauren watched placidly as Sam clicked away at his laptop. She had seen the small, almost painful winces that scrunched up his features, the widening of his eyes, the jerks of his head. She wanted to ask him what he had found, but something kept her mouth shut. She sat on the edge of the room’s double bed, facing the small table that held Sam’s laptop. The only beam of light, which lit up the entire room with a pleasant yellow glow, came from the single window behind Sam. Lauren turned towards the front door as she heard the sound of the key in the lock. Dean came into the room, hands in his pockets. Emmy followed shortly after, flinging her jacket onto the bed beside Lauren. Dean’s eyes darted between them, his emotionless face turned into a slight frown when he saw the expression on his brother’s face.
‘What’d you find out?’
Lauren’s mouth fell a little, the one question she had been dying to ask him but she was too scared…and Dean comes barging in and asks it straight out.
‘I’m sorry.’ Sam’s apology came as a shock to everyone, all eyes turned to the youngest Winchester.
‘Sorry about what?’ Dean questioned, his eyebrows slowly knitting together.
‘Marshall Hall died at 4:17.’ His brother answered, staring down at his palms. Dean’s mouth fell open in shock.
‘That’s the same time you were healed,’ Emmy stated quietly, sitting down beside Lauren.
‘Exactly. I put together a list of everyone Roy’s ever healed, six people in the past year, and I cross checked them with the local obits.’ Sam handed his brother a pile of research. ‘Every time someone was healed, someone else died. Each time, the victim died of the same symptom LeGrange was healing at the time.’
‘So someone’s healed of cancer, someone dies of cancer.’ Lauren concluded.
‘Wait, wait, wait.’ Dean shook his head in disbelief. ‘So Marshall Hall died to save me?’
‘The guy would’ve died anyway and someone else would have been healed.’ Sam answered, throwing his best reassuring smile at his brother, but his best wasn’t good enough.
‘You never should’ve brought me here.’ Dean sighed, pacing the room.
‘We were just trying to save your life!’ Emmy defended, throwing a knowing look to Sam. Lauren sat still, watching the scene unfold.
‘But now some guy is dead because of me.’
‘We didn’t know that.’ Emmy sighed, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation, ‘How were we supposed to know that this would happen? We’re not psychic!’
Sam shifted in his seat. Dean continued to pace, his head moving back and forth as he shook it slowly.
‘The thing I don’t understand is how is Roy doing it? How he’s trading a life for a life?’ Sam pondered, closing his laptop lid over and resting one hand on it.
‘Something else is doing it for him,’ corrected Dean. ‘There’s only one thing that can give and take a life like that.’
Emmy and Lauren exchanged a confused look, ‘What?’ They asked in unison.
‘We’re dealing with a reaper.’
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I will be writing during my free periods tomorrow in school because I'm finally getting the writer's bug but my parents want me off my laptop so I can catch up on some much needed post-exam sleep.
Love, Robyn.
xo

Some music I fell in love with lately:

Quick Update.

School is a nightmare. Lots of exams, but most of them are done. But now I have to learn about Mussolini and all the crap he did in Italy for the next few weeks and then Ill be done. Have a graphic to keep you patient.

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