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re: mini!fic/poetry: hrm… Dean (and Sam?) trying to explain to Cas the finer points of roadside eatery dining (because I am still so amused by “Coffee Break” XD)

Sam shifted on the barstool, grimacing.  “You calling him?” he said, poking his mostly wilted salad around with his fork. 

“Dude, don’t pick at your food, you’re not seven anymore,” Dean shot back, pacing a little as he held his cellphone to his ear.  “And yeah, I- Cas?  Hey, buddy, we need you to get your ass over to- What?  No, don’t do that, of course she was freaked out, you can’t just tell someone that their grandmother is resting peacefully, people don’t say things like that to people they don’t know…” 

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Lumos, Chapter 1

The Great Hall had been lit with hundreds of floating candles, the soft glow illuminating the attentive faces of the students.  An orderly group of young witches and wizards from all the houses were standing in front of them all, forming a half-circle.  A Slytherin was standing in between two Gryffindors, and a Ravenclaw was slightly pressing her arm against a Hufflepuff’s side.  House didn’t matter here.  All that mattered was the music.

Professor Flitwick raised his baton.  The choir took a deep breath.

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The Doctor was taken aback in shock and fear as laughter enveloped him, sparks flying everywhere.

Suddenly, he recognized the deranged cackling.

No, he thought, it couldn’t be, that’s not possible.

Perched above him, beading down with a hell-bent, sleep-deprived gaze, was the Master.

“Miss me?” 

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THIS! Can I reblog it over and over again?

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Short Doctor Who Fanfic - Takes Place after “A Good Man Goes to War” - Strong Enough

A parallel to “Fairytale

He could still feel her in his arms.

Rory turned over in the bed that he shared with his wife, the tiny lights on the ceiling softly illuminating her face.  She had finally fallen asleep, her cheeks streaked with dry tears.  He softly stroked her cheek, careful to not wake her, then yawned and turned onto his back. 

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