WIP Challenge - Check In Day 27 - Saturday

[the_rck]

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Today I

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planned
1 (25.0%)

researched
0 (0.0%)

wrote
2 (50.0%)

sent to beta
0 (0.0%)

edited
1 (25.0%)

posted
1 (25.0%)

rested
0 (0.0%)

did something else
2 (50.0%)

The way I feel about that is

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Mean: 6.50 Median: 6.5 Std. Dev 3.04

Terrible 1		0 (0.0%)
2		0 (0.0%)
3		1 (25.0%)
4		1 (25.0%)
5		0 (0.0%)
6		0 (0.0%)
7		0 (0.0%)
8		0 (0.0%)
9		1 (25.0%)
Wonderful 10		1 (25.0%)

Today is snippet day. Post a little of whatever you're currently working on.

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[kate]

Shannon was up for another round, and when Dean gets in at the crack of dawn the next day, he's not even remotely thinking about sleeping. He digs through the boxes in the kitchen to find the coffeemaker puts on a pot of coffee. It isn't long before he hears footsteps on the stairs, so he yells, "Up and at 'em, Sammy, big day today."

"Oh yeah?" an unfamiliar voice says, and Dean whirls around, all senses on high alert, inventorying the weapons on his body and in close range. Then he sees Dave standing just inside the kitchen doorway.

"Oh," Dean says, keeping his eyes on Dave's face though he's not wearing anything except boxer-briefs and a t-shirt that's so thin he might as well not bother. "I didn't realize you were here."

Dave shrugs. "And I didn't realize Sam was Sammy."

Dean laughs, the tension leaving him in a rush and he picks up another box to go digging for coffee mugs. "Big brother's prerogative."

He pulls out a pair of mugs, glancing at Dave with a grin. The look of relief on his face is comical, and Dean would chafe at being thought of as Sam's boyfriend except he's chafing at the fact that the dude thinks anyone who had Dean at home would bother to cheat on him. He decides to let it go. Obviously Sam likes this guy, so Dean's got to give him a chance. Maybe Sam will finally think about settling down.

"We don't have any milk, but there might be some sugar in here somewhere." Dean holds up the novelty mug with a penis as a handle, and Dave just shakes his head, though he's smiling.

"Your loss," Dean says, taking the penis mug and stuffing it under the drip to let it fill. He needs his caffeine. "So, light sleeper?"

"Not really," Dave says with a nonchalant shrug. "Just can't –"

"Sleep in someone else's house?" Dean finishes for him. Dean knows that feeling intimately. It took him weeks to settle into Bobby's house when he was a kid, and they'd visited him every few months for years.

Dave laughs. It's a good laugh, and Dean smiles. He thinks he likes this guy. "It's a twin bed, and Sam is a little…"

Dean laughs too, pulling his mug out from under the coffee and replacing the pot. "Gigantic," he says, smiling around the mug.

"Yeah."

[samuraiter]

No snippet. Spent much of the morning soaking in the tub in post-work recovery bliss. ... I'm running out of December, but this whole enterprise has helped me realize how much work takes a bite out of my motivation, energy, and time. :-(