Sensation
By Thru Terry's Eyes
E/O Drabble Challenge for Platinum Rose Lady. Hope you feel better kiddo. Word was 'worn' used with Sam. Not my best but I wanted to do something.
AN: Have you ever done anything so incredibly stupid and horrible that when you realize what you did you are beyond reaction?
You know that little thing that comes up when you go to delete something that says: Are you sure you want to delete this file?
Take that little sucker seriously, it's not kidding around.
If you happen to wander by my website you may notice that except for a few pages it is totally bereft of the almost 300 pics it once sported. 200 alone just for Moonstar. Someone e-mailed me, forgive me doll, but in the shock of the moment I have forgotten your name, and said there was no images just text and wanted to know what she was doing wrong. I had been cleaning out files and when I went to see what the hell, figuring the website was screwed up, I saw all these boxes with tiny red X's and in a catastrophic epiphany it hit me what I had done.
Those pics are linked to the files.
And I had deleted every one of them, merrily hitting yes I'm sure every frigging time it asked me. (I couldn't be an idiot just once, I had to be an idiot repeatedly)
Talk about an 'OH SHIT...' moment.
Having no choice but to start over I hope you stop by over the next few months as I rebuild, I can use the words of encouragement. Thruterryseyes (dot) com. Maybe I'll make it better this time around. One good thing came out of. I finally got the new guestbook to load so feel free to leave a kindly comment, even if it's just, "You are a total moron."
Cause I couldn't agree more...
Sensation
"Sam!" Dean barked, catching sight of the worn covers over Sam's body bob up and down frantically as he writhed, moaning.
"What the HELL are you doing?" Dean yelped, shocked. He stomped over to Sam, yanking the covers down, smacking his younger brother's offending hand away. "I've told you! Don't do that. At least be sneaky. I can see you doing it for God's sake!"
Sam groaned, desperately in need of release. "Please, Dean!!! I can't help it!"
"It'll fade if you leave it alone!" Dean held Sam's hands tight, resolute. "Chicken Pox itches, dude. You gotta stop scratching!"
End Notes: I'm sure this didn't work, but I tried. Remember, I'm a card carrying idiot.