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Can I please just use a teleporter?

IT'S MOVING DAY. I'm so tired and the movers don't even come til this afternoon xD My back and neck and shoulders are so achy from packing and bending over. The rest of my body aches too, of course, but man... I just wanna have all my stuff over in the new apartment. I know a large part of my stress is from the pre-move anxiety so I'm trying to just stay calm. It's not like someone's taking my old place immediately and I actually have plans to come back tomorrow. I need to remember that I can grab last minute odds and ends tomorrow.

I really am looking forward to the next place with J. I quite like the unpacking process where I get to arrange things and do a bit of organizing, I just need to get to that point! It'll be nice to have so much SPACE and things spread out (it's a 2 bedroom place; currently I'm in an efficiency studio).

Fic-wise, I broke the 26,000 mark last night for the sabriel_mini epic, lol. My goal is to finish the story before qbiggerthanlove takes off for vacation and time away from the computer. She's picking up the major slack where my muses leave off >_>

And lastly, I recommend Christina Perri's CD (her song you're likely to hear on the radio is "Jar of Hearts") - she has a lovely voice. I grabbed the deluxe version of her album with 15 songs and there's not a single one I dislike.


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Aug. 1st, 2011 01:59 am (UTC)

"It's not going to fit." Sam eyed the giant stack of boxes. Sure, the Impala had a pretty roomy trunk, but it also had a false bottom and a giant stash of weapons.

"It'll fit," Dean said, hands on his hips.

"How did Cas even accumulate this much stuff? He's only had an apartment for like, two months."

"You think it looks like a lot now, you should have seen how long it took to pack it." Dean grimaced, rolling his neck. Sam winced as he heard something crack.

Dean bent down and hefted the first box with a grunt and another grimace. He got about halfway to the car before his grip slipped; Sam dove forward and just barely managed to catch the corner in time. He and Dean wrestled it into the trunk, where it took up a good quarter of the space.

"Jesus, what the hell's in there?"

"I think that one's cookbooks," Dean said, slapping at the word KITCHEN scrawled across the cardboard.


"Yeah. Now that Cas finally discovered food, he's a genius in the kitchen. You'll have to come by for dinner sometime. You know, when we're in the new place." Dean bent and lifted another box.

Sam sighed. "Dean this is ridiculous."

Dean stopped and frowned at him. "Seriously, Sam? Because if you've got a problem with me and Cas, the time to object was... well, I don't know when it was, but it was a long damn time ago. Definitely before we signed a lease together."

"No, Dean, this." Sam gestured from the pile of boxes to the trunk. "You have a significant other who can teleport. You probably didn't even need to pack!"

"We didn't," Cas said. Sam jumped about a foot in the air and threw out a hand against the Impala to steady himself. "But Dean said the travel is significant in itself."

"I said the journey can be as important as the destination. Hey, Cas."

"Dean," Cas said, and he did that think with his eyes that he did instead of actually smiling.

"Hi Cas," Sam managed. Cas frowned at him.

"Are you all right Sam? You look unwell."

"Yeah, well, you keep sneaking up on him, he's going to keep looking like that," Dean said, shoving the second box into the trunk. "You want to give me a hand?"

"Not especially," Cas said. "But this... this is important?"

"Right," Dean said. "It's important. Grab a box."

"Wait, Dean, why is it important you and Cas throw your backs out lugging boxes?" Sam asked.

"Because," Dean said, "the place isn't going to feel like ours unless we work for it."

"The place isn't going to feel like yours unless you work for it? Dean, that's possibly the dumbest thing you've ever said."

Behind Dean, Cas didn't quite roll his eyes, in what was probably agreement.

"Listen," Dean said. "We stay in all kinds of places. Hotels, motels, Bobby's. We always get there and they're all set up, right? Sheets on the bed, plates in the kitchen, everything where it's supposed to be. I don't want to drive up to this place and walk into it all put together like it's just another motel. I want to... I want to unpack. I want to argue with Cas about where things are supposed to go. I want to make the damn beds." He stopped, leaning over the Impala's trunk and sighed. "You're right, it's stupid."

"No," Sam said, feeling like a heel. "No, Dean, it's not stupid-- "

"Yeah, whatever. You just going to stand there or you going to help us pack?"

The trunk was now half-full, and the pile of boxes was definitely not half-gone.

"Yeah, Dean, I'll help, but look, I'm sorry, it's just not all going to fit. No matter how much you want it to."

"It'll fit," Dean insisted.

"Cas," Sam pleaded, in a last-ditch attempt at sanity.

"If Dean says it will fit," Cas said, "it will fit."

"Fine," Sam sighed. "Whatever. We'll pack what we can and then I'll go call U-Haul." He hefted a box.
Aug. 1st, 2011 02:00 am (UTC)
It took over an hour, including two breaks for Cas to heal crushed toes and one for him to mend a slammed-in-the-door finger, but finally--

"It fit," Sam said. "I don't believe it."

"Told you it would." Dean grinned at him triumphantly and slid into the driver's seat.

Sam stared at the closed trunk. Either the Impala was secretly a TARDIS in disguise, or...

"You sent some boxes on ahead, didn't you?" he asked, low enough that Dean wouldn't hear.

"That would have solved the space problem," Cas acknowledged neutrally.

"What are you going to do, keep him busy by the car and let him think you carried them in?"

Cas met his gaze levelly. "Sam, I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," he said smoothly. "Excuse me."

He walked over and slid into the passenger seat, slamming the door.

But not before Sam saw another not-smile on his face.
Aug. 1st, 2011 02:10 am (UTC)
SQUEEEEEEEEE! *bounces* I was grinning like an idiot the entire time I was reading xD And I have a roommate now who might call me on things like that so I should be prepared, lol.

It was cuuute and totally awesome tie-in to my day. ♥ I just got out of the shower and here it was waiting for me! \o/ I FEEL SO SPECIAL THAT YOU WROTE FOR MEEEEE!

Aug. 1st, 2011 03:27 am (UTC)

Aug. 1st, 2011 03:58 pm (UTC)
Hoorah for organizing! Happy for a transition to bigger space - which really only means you have more space to fill up with stuff! Get to consuming :-)

So, you want the whole set of "The Silent Service" (Japanese title Chinmoku no Kantai), yeah? What, it'll only take up like, two feet of shelf space on your book rack. What?
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