"Well, isn't that just a lovely story," Spike drawled, startling them both. "But it's late, and I'm horny. Time to fly, pet."
Oh man, such fun to see a story by you that's a BtVS/SPN crossover.
"He's not a monster!" Xander said. He glanced over at Spike, who had lit up and was puffing like a dragon, golden eyes slitted through the smoke. "Okay, yeah, he is a monster, but he's a friendly monster. A – a good monster! Think – Cookie Monster, only with a lot of hair products and a three-pack-a-day habit."
"Effing Christ!"
Heeeeeee!
I'll just...." He looked around the cluttered wreck of the living room and brightened. "I'll just stage a tragic home accident. With fire."
"Yeah, cool, okay," Sam said, stumbling off through the drifts of junk.
Hey, everything's better with a little arson in Dean's world.
Angels With Dirty Faces
Oh man, such fun to see a story by you that's a BtVS/SPN crossover.
"He's not a monster!" Xander said. He glanced over at Spike, who had lit up and was puffing like a dragon, golden eyes slitted through the smoke. "Okay, yeah, he is a monster, but he's a friendly monster. A – a good monster! Think – Cookie Monster, only with a lot of hair products and a three-pack-a-day habit."
"Effing Christ!"
Heeeeeee!
I'll just...." He looked around the cluttered wreck of the living room and brightened. "I'll just stage a tragic home accident. With fire."
"Yeah, cool, okay," Sam said, stumbling off through the drifts of junk.
Hey, everything's better with a little arson in Dean's world.