[Ficbit] The Losers // Like The Wicked Witch of the East With Steel-Toed Shoes

This is the one I was talking about the other day, the one where I wrote it and was like "... Fuck, this is way too close to the canon example of Jensen scaring everyone half to death," and decided that doing the working-forwards-and-back to turn it into a proper fic might not be worth the effort. Although I'm pretty fond of that title so MAYBE I WILL.

(I feel like I've gone a bit overboard on Jensen being a chatterbox and if I do actually turn this into proper fic I will fix that.)

And I've discovered em-dashes! I have no idea what they're for or when I should use them, but I can remember the keyboard combo for them (alt+0151, my dad would be so proud, he tried to teach me these back when we first got a computer), and heyheyrenay keeps fixing my hyphens in their favour so I AM TRYING TO LEARN.

... Also Baco, is The Losers a fandom that you're in? Because I found MISSION FIC with PINING and VIOLENCE and people shouting "I love you!" across a warehouse in a totally platonic manner and I feel like this is relevant to your interests.

The Losers // Like The Wicked Witch of the East With Steel-Toed Shoes
G | 1227 words | Clay, Cougar, Jensen, Pooch, maybe implied Cougar/Jensen if you are really fucking squinting | No spoilers | So Jensen was maybe a little bit late getting back to base, but they had dropped a building on him.

( It wasn't exactly the warm welcome he'd been hoping for. )