requests } { 100 situations

[iluvroadrunner6]

Okay. Here's the deal.

My writing muse has been kicking me in the ass. I want to try and jumpstart it. So here is the plan: under the cut there is a table of prompts that I stole from 100_situations. You give me a verse and/or pairing and a prompt, and I will write you comment fic.

It doesn't have to be something we play. It could just be something that you know I know. Crossovers are gold. Cracky funtime prompts are even better. You can give me as many as you want, but do keep in mind that there are only a hundred prompts and you do need to share.

I will try to get as many of these as I can done this week so that they're not other there forever as they usually are. Just MAKE ME WRITE. Please. I will guarantee you at least a hundred words.

Thank you.

001.	Tired	002.	Back Alley	003.	Sunrise	004.	Late	005.	Son
006.	Hot	007.	Friend	008.	Floor	009.	Cheat	010.	Think
011.	Disgust	012.	Shelter	013.	Borrow	014.	Chair	015.	Alter
016.	Peace	017.	Beach	018.	True	019.	Crazy	020.	Love
021.	New	022.	Beggar	023.	False	024.	Happy	025.	Cancer
026.	Pickpocket	027.	Reverse	028.	Deliver	029.	Arrival	030.	Fall
031.	Knife	032.	Torn	033.	Danger	034.	Neutral	035.	Mate
036.	Fly	037.	Loud	038.	Touch	039.	Seek	040.	Argue
041.	Work	042.	Sink	043.	Nut	044.	Stuck	045.	Animal
046.	Pray	047.	Kill	048.	Light	049.	Cold	050.	Affair
051.	Restaurant	052.	Movie	053.	Wait	054.	Patient	055.	Crime
056.	Choke	057.	Fever	058.	Summer	059.	Eat	060.	Thirst
061.	Chance	062.	Appear	063.	Whisper	064.	Day	065.	Scream
066.	Fail	067.	Confused	068.	Smile	069.	Come	070.	Alone
071.	Fast	072.	Slow	073.	Return	074.	Fire	075.	Positive
076.	Baby	077.	Upset	078.	Kitchen	079.	Winter	080.	Ignorant
081.	Fool	082.	Afraid	083.	Prison	084.	Sex	085.	Hate
086.	Alarm	087.	Genius	088.	Negative	089.	Flood	090.	Bomb
091.	Hospital	092.	Trap	093.	Celebrate	094.	Old	095.	Disappear
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

Prompts Written: 37/100
Total Word Count: 38,549 words

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i guess i'm always hoping that you'll end this reign | supernatural/dark angel | 938 words

[hasperkynipples]

For three AM at an emergency room in New York City, the waiting room of Angel of Mercy hospital is actually pretty quiet. Dean is actually rather grateful for that fact, because it means no one gets to see him being manhandled in by a girl half his size.

Not literally, she’s not exactly wandering into midget territory. At the same time, the girl is at least six inches shorter than him and looks like she would break in half if asked to hold anything heavier than ten pounds. Yet, regardless, she maneuvers a 6’1”, almost two hundred pound pile of muscle with a broken leg and a bad attitude into a chair in the waiting room with the finesse of a champion. If people were actually awake and functioning enough to pay attention to them, they might have noticed something was up, but it’s late enough in the day that they don’t really seem to care.

Personally, Dean prefers it that way.

Jondy takes a moment to pull up a chair to very gently (read: not at all, but gentler than it could have been) rest his bad leg on, before flouncing (yes, flouncing) up to the front desk to check them in. Upon her return she nearly smacks him in the face with the clipboard. Dean practically growls as he snatches it away from her, before glancing down to start filling in his (fraudulent) information.

“You do get that I’m the one injured here, right?”

“You shot at me. I’m allowed to take it personally.”

“You broke my leg.”

“That so doesn’t make us even.”

Dean grumbles a bit as he glances down at the clip board again, quietly ticking off boxes and filling out information sections before he starts to pat down his clothes for his wallet so he can find the (fake) insurance card he’ll be using that day. It only takes him a moment to realize it’s not on him anymore and he turns back to face her with a glare.

“Where the hell is my wallet?”

She gives him the most innocent of innocent faces. He doesn’t buy it for a second. “What makes you think I have it?”

“Because I had it when I got out of the car and you manhandled me the whole way here.”

She stares at him for a moment, before sighing and pulling it out of her jacket pocket to place it in his hand. “Your fake IDs suck.”

“Oh, and what makes you the expert?”

“Just commenting on the quality of your work. Also you dorealize that everyone gets free healthcare now, right?”

“You actually have to be a living person to get free healthcare. I’ve technically been dead for a while now.”

She shrugs. “Fox News keeps saying it’s evil anyway.” There’s a beat. “Hey, that’s your job isn’t it? To go hunt evil things.”

Dean rolls his eyes a bit, before shaking his head. “I’m pretty sure that Fox News is the actual source of evil here, not the White House, but hey – I could be wrong. There’s a first time for everything.”

“It would so not be the first time.”

“Lady, you just met me two hours ago, what makes you think that you know anything about how right or wrong I am?”

“You. Shot. Me.” She pronounces each word with a clear, distinct diction that borders on grating, and he glares back at her before handing over the clipboard.

“Take that up for me, won’t you sweetheart?”

She gives him the sweetest not-smile he’s ever seen before getting to her feet and making her way back to the counter. It’s only a few minutes later when she returns, flopping down into the chair next to him and glancing around. Dean pauses, watching her for a moment, before crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“So tell me something – if you’re all pissed off at me because I shot you, why the hell did you bring me here instead of leaving my sorry ass to fend for itself?”

Jondy glances up at him uncomfortably for a moment, before staring out at the rest of the waiting room again. “Because you stopped those smoke things.”

“The demons?”

“Yeah.” There’s a pause and she shakes her head. “There’s not a lot of things I can’t take.”

Dean nods, quietly considering that for a moment before glancing back to her. “I’m sorry I accidentally shot at you.”

She glances back at him again, before shrugging. “I’m almost sorry I broke your leg.”

“Almost?!” Dean is about to protest that further when a pair of nurses come around the corner to distract their attention.

“Mr. Rogers – ”

There’s a snort from the girl next to him. Dean holds up a finger without even looking. “Don’t you dare.”

“ – the doctor is ready to see you now.”

“Thank God,” he sighs. “Get me away from Nurse Ratchet.” He lets them lift him up and lower him into the wheelchair, and as he does, Jondy gets to her feet and shifts her weight awkwardly.

“Probably won’t be here when you get out.”

Dean glances back to her, before giving her a half-hearted smirk. “What? Not going to stick around and abuse me some more?” She gives him a bit of a look, and he nods in return. “Then I’ll see you around, kid.”

“No, you won’t.”

That’s probably more true than he’d care to admit. Still, he nods and is taken back to the examination rooms to get his leg set.

She’s not there when he gets out. He tries not to be disappointed about that.