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Monsters Have Feelings Too Banner by Mavrosal. (Thanx bb!)

Before Sam could manage to come up with any sort of coherent response, Eric had motioned for Pam to come over and had her call Dean. As Pam put the phone up to Sam’s face, Eric leaned down to his free ear and whispered, “We are not going to try anything cute, now are we?”

Sam locked gazes with the vampire. “And how do I know you’re not just gonna kill the both of us as soon as my brother gets here?” he hissed through gritted teeth, his well-used jaw clenching muscles working overtime.

Eric gave him the sweetest choir-boy smile and winked. “You have my word.”

“Sammy?! That you?” Dean’s voice snapped Sam out of his staring contest with his captor.

“Y-yeah, Dean,” Sam stammered. “’s me.”

“Thank fuck. You okay?”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Dude. What the hell? I thought we agreed you weren’t ever gonna do that again. Do you know how many messages I left you? Where the hell are you even?”

“Dean—”

“And what the fuck is going on? You better have a damn good explanation, man, or so help me god, I’ll—”

“Dean! D’you want any actual answers or what?”

“Fine. Go ‘head.”

“Okay. I’m at this bar in Shreveport. It’s called Fangtasia.”

“Fangtasia? What is that, some sorta weird-ass sex bondage club for those vampire groupie types? Dude. I’m happy you’re finally going out and enjoyin’ yourself, but if you’re gonna go the freaky-dikky kinky demon route, can you please spare me the gory details?”

“A sex bondage … what?! No. Well, I dunno. But I’m here on a job.”

Dean sighed. “Please … please just tell me you’re not all tied up. In some sex dungeon.”

“Well ….”

“Oh, hell.”

“Well it’s not like it’s by my own choice, Dean. God!”

“Yeah, it never is, is it?”

*** Just a little teaser for the next Monsters Have Feelings Too chapter. I’m VERY new to writing Dean & Sam, so of course any feedback/suggestions/rave confetti-throwing-praise is highly appreciated. Just sayin’ ;D ***

LOOKIT THIS GWAAAHGOUS BANNER @mavrosal MADE FOR ME!

I can’t stop staring at it, lol. Just thought I’d share. Oh, and thank the awesomest amazingness that is @ericizmine for pointing me in mavrosal’s direction, ‘course.

Thanks ladies! I love it!

The amazingly talented MarianneNorthmanCullen made a super pretty polyvore for my last Dead To Her World chapter!

Here’s the link:

http://www.polyvore.com/bedtime_stories/set?id=21917987

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OHGODOHGODOHGOD!!!!!

FINISHED WRITING PAM & ERIC INTERROGATING SAMMY. THIS IS BY FAR THE MOST RIDUNCULOUS SILLYRIFFIC CRACK I HAZ EVAAAAAH WRITTEN. AND, REMEMBER, NOW, THIS IS BY MY STANDARDS.

*GIGGLES MADLY*

… As Sam considered his options, he noticed that Eric was looking at him intently, practically eye-fucking him. Then, when it didn’t accomplish anything except freak Sam the fuck out, the vampire looked more confused than Sam was feeling. “Whatever you’re trying to do there, Mr. Northman, it isn’t gonna work on me.”

“Your name,” Eric spit out, after he got over his initial shock.

Sam sighed in resignation. “Fine. It’s Winchester.”

Eric’s eyes bugged out. “Wait, wait, wait. You’re Sam WINCHESTER?!”

Sam blinked at him dumbly. “Uh … yeah?”

“Of Sam and Dean Winchester? From those Supernatural books? You’re real?!” Eric was so busy gushing, he barely registered the identical gasps and glares that came from Pam and Sam.

“You read those?!” Sam asked, gape-mouthed.

Eric turned away, only to be faced with Pam standing there with her jaw scraping the floor. “What? Yvetta left it lying around one day. I was bored.”

Pam went into her trademark ‘Yeah Right’ pose, placing a hand on her hip and rolling her eyes.

“It’s got everything you’d ever want,” Eric continued. “Gory action, evil monsters, entertaining dialogue, hot sex.” He turned around and gave Sam an appreciative look that made Sam feel dirty and hot and bothered all at the same time. “Even hot demon sex. Bonus.”

Eric chuckled to himself, but sobered up in the next instant. Turning away from his shell-shocked audience, he suddenly realized the magnitude of what he’d done: excellent writing aside, he had just tried to convince a vampire—his child—of the merits of a paranormal smut novel. “Oh, fuck.”