I am the enemy of the many-legged.

What is with these giant beetle things that keep getting into the house? It's winter! Where do they keep coming from? And why do they keep spiral bombing my light until they get stuck in the fixture to their buggy doom?

On a related note, I'm expecting some bad and very expensive news tomorrow. Eagaaah. I picked up the second season of The Muppet Show to cheer myself up. Rolf just sang "It's a Wonderful World" to a very sleepy puppy. It's helping.

There will be (short, angsty) SPN fic tonight. Then I must stay up late cleaning all some of the things.

Fic: Slipping (Supernatural; Dean/Castiel, PG)

Title: Slipping
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Very vague S6 spoilers.
Word Count: 820
Summary: The longer the war drags on the more Castiel needs this, these stolen, quiet moments when he can pretend he's still a soldier instead of a killer.

(A/N: Thanks to thinlizzy2 for beta reading! Inspired by this prompt from comment_fic.)

( The angel gasps out 'Brother, don't!' but it's too late; Castiel's arm is already is in motion and his sword stabs into her heart before he can stop himself. )