The Minutiae of Life as a Militant Squirrel

So what did I do all weekend, you ask?

Well . . . this.

I saw that Underworld: Rise of the Lycans is out on video this week, and that got me thinking about my poor lonely Dean-is-a-vampire story.

So. Here we go.

( Wake The Night - SPN / Underworld crossover-fusion-thingy, Sam / Dean, 5 / ? )

Whatcha think? I actually know where I'm going with this, now . . . it's just a matter of getting there. I'm always curious as to if others see it the same way I do, so tell me-- what do you think happens next?

I'd do a poll, but I'm a freebie user. Sigh. Maybe someday.

I have NO idea why I'm writing this. It's not even that good. I suppose that, as always, I hope to make more room for the stuff I *want* to write, by churning out the dreck.

( SPN / Underworld Crossover, Sam / Dean, untitled, 3 / ? )

I don't know if this happens to anyone else, but when I write stories, I often don't know what's going to happen until the words appear on screen.

This is definitely one of those kinds of stories. I had no idea what was going to happen, or who else was going to show up. And no, I don't know yet how Dean lost his memory.

It began as many of my stories do, with a vague image from a dream I'd had a few nights ago -- Dean with a tattoo of wolf -- and snowballed from there.

Imagine my surprise when I found it turning into this:

( Sam / Dean, 1 / ?, untitled yet dammit )

So? Opinions, anyone? I'd like to continue and find out what happens, although frankly, the very formal style of writing that I'm using is pretty much killing me.

lucifrix? Grammar check? You know that sentence is driving me batshit.