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[ Contemplating adding a -archive to the end of this blog and moving ]
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"Remind me not to piss off the football squad again." Sherlock muttered as he walked up to the other, hiding his face behind his hair.
“Well, not calling them a squad might be a start.” Dean said, turning to face him, he noticed they way Sherlock was standing immediately. “What happened?”
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“Hey man, no.” Dean said, reaching over to gently shove his shoulder as he drove, pressing the gas a tiny bit harder. “Stay awake. I’m not a doctor, but I know you shouldn’t sleep when you’ve got a head injury.” Dean said, keeping a close eyes on the boy. “We’ll be there in no time.” Dean assured him.
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“Yeah, Dean. Whatever you say.” Sherlock murmured, words slurring together as he spoke. His eyes closed and head fell forward, a quiet sigh leaving his lips.
“Well don’t mind if I do.”
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“So tell me. Why on earth did you decide to come and see me?”
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Anonymous asked:
I dare you to seduce Sherly
“Your wish is my command, greyface. Genius won’t know what hit him.”
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“You know,” Dean chuckled, “You are being particularly annoying today. Do you always act like this when someone asks you out?” Dean questioned.
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“No one’s ever asked me out before, Dean.” Sherlock said with a chuckle and slight shake of his head. “Ever.”
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"Remind me not to piss off the football squad again." Sherlock muttered as he walked up to the other, hiding his face behind his hair.
“Well, not calling them a squad might be a start.” Dean said, turning to face him, he noticed they way Sherlock was standing immediately. “What happened?”
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“Yeah, okay sure, man.” Dean nodded, beginning to drive to his house. He considered taking him to the OP to see if he had a concussion, but knew Sherlock wouldn’t want to be at a hospital. He drove a little faster than he probably should be. “We’ll be there soon Sherl, kay?” He assured his friend.
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Sherlock nodded his head a bit, resting his head against the cool glass of the window. “Yeah..I’m just gonna...sleep...” He murmured, closing his eyes slightly. He had already picked apart, knowing he had a concussion and really shouldn’t fall asleep but he couldn’t help it he felt so tired.
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"Deeeeeeeeeeaaan, pay attention to me, I'm bored." Sherlock whined, as he repetitively poked his cheek.
Dean looked up from the book unamused. “Sher,” he said with measured breath, “Finals are this week. If I don’t pass them Ellen’ll kick my ass. You know, not all of us are geniuses like you.” He pointed out, but began pushing the book away anyway. In his defence he had been studying for a whole fifteen minutes.
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“You don’t know how dangerous your words are,” he teased, watching the other. “You shouldn’t give me that kind of power, Sherl. But, who am I to question you. Shoot.”
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“Well I am giving you that power use it while you have it.” Sherlock said wisely, tapping his nose with a finger before looking at the book. “So Dee, what’s a positive for oxygen?”
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“alternate”
Send me “alternate” and i’ll generate a number! | ♠ vampires au
Johnny was standing in someone’s dark bedroom. How did he get there? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he was thirsty. Really thirsty. He walked over to the bed and noticed that there was a person sleeping in it. Was it night already? He didn’t notice.
What he did notice was the burning pain in his neck. Some homeless person attacked him on his way home and bit him. That was the last thing he remembered before he came to his senses in that place. He touched his neck and noticed that it was still wet from his blood. Along with his shirt.
He looked around as he tried to find out where he was, but the place seemed unfamiliar. But the brown locks on the pillow in the other hand… He walked over to the other side of the bed and crouched down. Then he saw the person’s face. “Sherlock? Is that you?” He asked in his surprise then he nugged the man. “Sherlock!”
Johnny looked into Sherlock’s eyes and nodded slowly. He was too kind to him. He almost killed him, literally minutes ago, and now he’s offering his help. “Thank you.” Johnny said finally, but he felt that those two words couldn’t even begin to describe the gratitude he felt towards Sherlock.
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Sherlock smiled just a bit as he looked at the other. He nodded his head once before sitting back. “You just say the words, Johnny, and I’ll do what I can.” He murmured, his words genuine and kind fro once.
"So.. let me get this straight. You expect me to believe that the dish washer set itself on fire?"
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“Well a dishwasher can’t lightitself on fire. But you can believe what you want to.”