nie wiem, co napisać. piszę ten jeden fik, ale powoli mi idzie i wątpię, czy uda mi się go skończyć w krótkim czasie, a chciałabym coś skrobnąć na chybcika, żeby udowodnić sobie, że potrafię. i nie mam pomysłów na żadnego drabbla, no :/
I was encouraged to write about the meeting of wolf!Dean and lamb!Cas! It’s slightly different than the first pic (♥), but I think that’s okay considering that I had no idea what I was doing one year ago!
Lamb Among Wolves
When Dean accepted a job that involved causing a bit of a commotion to positively influence the situation of one of Bela’s clients in the tense struggle for power outside of Dean’s territory, he elected to ignore the moral ambiguity of such a task. But when asked how you met your mate you really don’t want to say “I kidnapped them.” Sadly, Dean underestimated his ability to fall in love at the most inconvenient of times.
It was a Monday morning, close enough to noon for the delicious scents of lunch carrying in through the open windows of the shop. The market place seen through the window was quiet, but would be bustling with activity come Wednesday when stalls would be erected and vendors from the villages under the Winchesters’ protection would come to sell and trade their produce. Not expecting business at this time, Dean was tinkering about in the back, fixing a couple of springs for the bell tower clock and repainting the numbers on the dial. Everyone who passed his shop to chat kept complaining about having to live “timeless”. Dean was certain that there were watches and clocks in every house of Dean’s pack members, since you could not quite deny the quality of Dean’s clocks and watches and he was quite liberal in distributing them for far less than they were worth. But people liked to complain so Dean grumbled and fixed the bell tower clock.