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#39 Opinion

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Fill: In My Opinion

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Title: In My Opinion
Author: jdl71
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count: 495
Summary: Sam give Dean his opinion.

It’s a stupid idea, was the first thought that came to mind when Dean asked him his opinion. But being the good brother that he was, he did his best to bite back his response. He coughed and then reached for his beer, trying to buy himself some time before he gave Dean an answer. What could he possibly say? How was he going to answer Dean’s question; should he enter a bull riding contest? Yeah, if it was one of those mechanical bulls, where if he fell off Dean would hit a padded cushion and not packed dirt, then he’d totally cheer his brother on. But this wasn’t a mechanical bull Dean wanted to ride. it was an actual bull, and Dean could really get hurt, or worse.

“So, what do you think? Should I sign up?” Dean asked as he lifted his beer to his lips and took a sip. Placing his bottle down on their table he eyed Sam, waiting for an answer. “I mean really, how hard could it be? I’ve ridden one before.”

Hearing Dean’s words had Sam nearly swallowing his own tongue. The bull, Larry, that Dean was referring to was a mechanical bull be had ridden a few years ago. “Dean, you can’t be serious!” Sam exploded and then winced when he saw Dean’s hurt expression. “What I meant was, that was a few years ago and that bull wasn’t real. You’re talking about a real live bull.”

“I can . . .” Dean started, only to be cut off by Sam.

“Look, you asked me for my opinion, and I’m giving it to you. You can’t ride a real bull any more than I can. You’re gonna get yourself hurt. So no, in my opinion, it’s a stupid idea for you to enter a bull riding contest. If you were a cowboy, which you’re not, I’d say go for it. If it was a mechanical bull, I’d be cheering you on. But no, don’t sign up. You can be thrown off, hit your head and end up with a concussion. Or, some broken bones, and then what? How are you gonna hunt if you can’t move? One professional bull rider fell off of his bull and it stomped on him and he died. You want that to happen?” Sam asked as he narrowed his eyes at Dean, letting him know he wasn’t joking.

“That’s a little harsh, don’t you think, Sam?”

“Do you want a harsh answer, or do you want to end up in the hospital, or worse?” Sam questioned.

“Yeah, okay,” Dean said as he nodded his head and grabbed his beer again. “So, that’s a no to bull riding.”

Sam managed to suppress his sigh of relief. He had managed to talk his brother out of another of his wild ideas. Now, all he had to do was get them out of the bar and back to their motel room before Dean came up with any more crazy ideas.

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Supernatural New Year! Yay!

combining prompts

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Got a couple of RP things I need to work on...so gonna combine as many prompts as I can. Here's the start with #6, 33, 31, & 39
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It was time. She was not going to hide anymore.

She had not planned to sing at all. She had planned to be the gracious hostess, warm but aloof, generous and welcoming but dignified.

All of that changed, however, with the severing of Pair, with the cutting of something that had grounded her, or maybe kept her down, for so long she could not remember when it had begun, when she had not belonged, in some way, to Carl Bruce. But the severence freed her of some of the inhibitions that had held her back and now she was going to sing, dignified be damned. The opinions of others be damned.

There were songs that she knew, that she had sung with others in the family, and as she dried from her shower in the cool air of her room, HER home, HER castle, she called them each one by one, hoping they would join her. Each agreed, after a few moments of surprise, and then she selected a different dress, a new dress, from those Nico had designed for her.

She expected a few jaws to drop when she re-emerged into the heart of th gala. Too bad, she mused with a touch of bitterness, that Carl would not be one of them.

It was just as well that he was gone.