bending_sickle | His tone suggested that he could play, too. And do it better.*

Nanowrimo, Day 12: 695 words written, mainly because I was avoiding writing all day and now I'm too sleepy to push on. Hell, 2721 words tomorrow is totally doable, right? If I don't do anything else?

ETA: How to write an additional 750 words when you desperately need to sleep but are afraid of your word count eating you: write Steve/Chip angst. A lot of angst. The almost-really-dead kind. (

seschat's going to hate me, aren't you, darling?) This leaves only slightly less than 2000 words for tomorrow, which is less scary.

Excerpt:

"What do you think, Dean? Do you want me to toss your corpse over your decorated fence after I kill you?”

“Only if it lands on yours,” he growled.

Behind him, Crowley said softly, “That can be arranged.” His outstretched hand moved again, this time as if it were pushing on something, and suddenly the ground by his feet erupted, leaves and dirt flying in the air as a growl flew towards the woman.

19701 / 50000 words. 39% done!

* Good Omens