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[iluvroadrunner6]

A collection of my entries all in one post since they're going to be short fics anyway and I don't feel like making an individual post for each of them. Each piece will be tagged by fandom/character/pairing as well as listed in the directory below.

#001 off stage i stand a better chance | white collar | 483 words

#002 what i'll say is just what i'm hoping for | the flash | 923 words **SECOND PLACE**

#003 you got a face with a view | teen wolf | 994 words **THIRD PLACE**

#004 as i walk on by, will you call my name | leverage/psych | 1,000 words

#005 when you got a job to do you gotta do it well | original (paladinverse) | 860 words

#006 we'll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light | marvel cinematic universe | 926 words **FIRST PLACE**

#007 its time i was on my way | supernatural | 753 words **THIRD PLACE**

#008 all my cares just drift right into space | teen wolf | 947 words

#009 alba gu bra | original | 719 words

#010 if you'd just believe in me | original | 998 words
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#011 even judas knew he had lied | original (riftverse) | 929 words **THIRD PLACE**

#012 baby this a new age | leverage/marvel cinematic universe | 933 words

#013 independence day | teen wolf | 312 words

#014 what's the word, hummingbird? | dctv/mcu | 768 words

#015 our piece of americana | marvel cinematic universe | 676 words **SECOND PLACE**

#016 but don't make any other promises | the blacklist | 438 words

#017 wwndd | sense8 | 886 words **SECOND PLACE**

#018 wild night is calling | psych | 634 words

#019 one thing only cures my blues | original | 587 words **FIRST PLACE**

#020 my life was drowning in tsunamis | original (riftverse) | 545 words **SECOND PLACE**
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#021 say i'm the only bee in your bonnet | csi:ny/rizzoli & isles | 647 words

#022 i don't scare easy no more | legends of tomorrow | 270 words

#023 sugar, we're going down swinging | october daye series | 590 words **RUNNER UP**

#024 i'm not inclined to resign to maturity | psych | 593 words **WINNER**

#025 sometimes love don't feel like it should | strike back | 643 words

#026 the moment my life was set | blindspot | 545 words

#027 out there on the road | supernatural | 753 words

#028 sold my soul to a sweet melody | the italian job (2003) | 528 words **THIRD PLACE**

#029 lawyers, dontcha just love 'em | original | 875 words **FIRST PLACE**

#030 we're all works in progress | teen wolf | 939 words

#031 in a world of pure imagination | castle | 695 words **FIRST PLACE**

#032 social intricacies | chicago med | 842 words

#033 the jury's out, but my choice is you | dctv | 886 words

#034 can you swear that i'm not screaming? | paladinverse | 999 words

#035 the official, unabridged diary of teenage vampire bait | original | 904 words **FIRST PLACE**
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#036 i am beauty with no heart | dctv | 643 words [AMNESTY]

#037 showboating | dctv/mcu | 542 words

#038 thicker than water | the originals | 441 words

#039 got a curse i cannot lift | the vampire diaries | 646 words

#040 sticky fingers | leverage | 340 words **FIRST PLACE**

#041 a kiss with a fist is better than none | dctv | 628 words **SECOND PLACE**

#042 false truths, true lies | incryptid | 702 words **SECOND PLACE**

#043 tpk | original | 400 words **FIRST PLACE**

#044 i think i'm losing my mind now | marvel cinematic universe | 765 words

#045 talk me into losing just as long as i can win | original | 589 words

#046 like diamonds in her eyes | mindhunter | 879 words

Running Word Count: 31,876 words
Part 2

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#027 ~ out there on the road ~ supernatural ~ 753 words

[iluvroadrunner6]

When you spend most of your life traveling on the road, and really don’t want to spend it sleeping in your car, you make due with some of the crazy places on the side of the road that you eventually have to learn to stay. Dean’s seen it all, really. There’s the themed places and the little mom and pop joints that smell like peppermint and cookies – those, personally, are Dean’s favorite, not that he’d ever admit that to Sam.

And then there’s places like this shithole. Places that are not really fit for human consumption – and they know it – but they also know it’s the price people are willing to pay for cheap lodging that won’t ask questions. Right now, however? Dean isn’t entirely sure he’s willing to pay it.

“Are you sure we can’t just drive straight through to get back to the bunker?”

“Dude, you’ve been driving for almost twenty four hours. You need to get off the road.”

“Fine. You drive, and I’ll sleep while we go.”

Sam turns to face him at that, almost skeptical of the offer as though it’s going to jump off and bite him if he happens to decide to take it, but at the same time, curious as to the “why” under it all. “You’d be willing to let me drive. That’s how much you don’t want to stay here.”

“It’s a waste of time and a waste of money.” Sam’s eyebrows raise even higher, the silent stare he knows will crawl under Dean’s skin sooner rather than later, and eventually Dean caves and scowls in return. “This place is giving me the creeps.”

“Dude, this is not the first shithole motel you’ve slept in.”

“Yeah, and that’s why I know this is a bad idea.” Dean trudges after his brother because Sam and his long-ass gargantuan legs do not slow down, but when they reach the door of the room they were given, he hikes his bag up on his shoulder a bit. “Trust me, Sammy. You open that door, you’re going to want to get the hell out of here too.”

Sam’s face is more judgmental than anything he actually says, but at the same time, this is Sam. He’s professionally judgmental. He sticks the key in the door almost in defiance of his brother’s years of motel experience while he was off building an apple pie life with Jessica at Stanford, before twisting the key and pushing the door open.

He doesn’t, however, make it past the threshold.

The smell that wafts out is some kind of bad mix of old cologne and rotting food, giving the indication that the room probably hadn’t been cleaned in a while. While Dean couldn’t actually see past Sam’s yeti-sized shoulders and into the room at hand, he could see his brother’s face, and if he were the type to rub it in, he definitely would have. But for right now, he just w
ants to focus on the matter at hand, and that’s getting the hell out of here and back home to their beds that he knows only they have slept in recently.

(It’s funny, the little things that spoil you. A few years ago, Dean wouldn’t have cared who had slept in his bed last. Now, it’s a luxury he can afford to worry about. Funny how times have changed.)

Sam takes a step back before slowly closing the door in front of him and making a face. It’s clear that he doesn’t want to cave to his brother’s demands, but at the same time, his delicate sensibilities are not going to let him set foot in that room until it’s sanitized by God himself. And as far as Dean can tell, Chuck doesn’t do house calls like this one.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll drive.”

Dean smirks, holding back his keys just out of spite. “Are you sure you’re good? I don’t want to wake up and find my baby smashed to pieces.”

Sam glares at him, before holding out his hand. “Just give me the keys, Dean.”

Dean grins again, before handing over the keys and turning to head back to the car. “Hey, if we hit that bed and breakfast on the way, we can stop there. The one with the mint chocolate chip cookies?”

Sam glances over at him skeptically. “How about we just get home?”

“Whatever, man,” Dean sighs as he slides into the passenger’s side of the Impala and closing his eyes. “Those cookies are awesome.”