( started writing Snakes on a Plane/Supernatural crossover because I AM WEIRD. )( 'Oh, I'm not a witch,' Anya replied quickly. 'There's nothing non-human about me. Perfectly human, yes sirree. I was born in Indiana. She's a witch,' she added, pointing at Willow, as if Percy hadn't already noticed that small fact for himself. )( Carstares stalked into his library, his jaw clenched in furious
annoyance. Damn them! What did they think they were playing at? To
toast a mutineer, a traitor, and in such a fashion. Had they run mad?
And this - my God! This would be all over town before the week was out,
and ten to one he'd have some member of the Privy Council popping in,
'just for a word', and asking, oh-so-delicately, exactly what he
intended to do about it all. )( She would laugh in the face of danger, she would have no problems fitting in saving the world between French Dictée and a Prefects’ meeting. )( Dean Winchester rolled over in his sleep, restless beneath the scratchy sheets of their latest motel. Dean Winchester dreamed. )![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
