THE SYMBOLISM IN THIS GIF KNOCKED ME UNCONSCIOUS WHAT DAY IS IT
spn meme: six side-characters [1/6]it’s just hard to believe this is actually my life.
[TRY TO WRITE A DRABBLE (Fanfic Flamingo) OOPS IT’S A NOVEL]
I’ll be at work for about 15 more minutes, so if you have prompts for me, send them now, and I will write more outrageously long ficlets tonight :-)
and as usual Orlando Jones makes an appearance
knightjeran answered: HS au where sam’s new lab partner is a hopelessly hot nerd with glasses… please?
Sam was a smart guy, he really was. He could recite chemical formulas like he was getting paid for it, and it might not have helped him get laid, but it was definitely putting him on the right path to get into a great college, where he would probably be even more brilliant and also continue not getting laid.
His problem, his very frustrating problem, was that since he’d started really growing (and it looked like he wasn’t going to stop any time soon), he was a little clumsy. Not woman-in-a-bad-romantic-comedy clumsy (ie, not the kind of clumsy that had him tripping and falling into the arms of gorgeous guys), just not-great-at-regulating-the-bunsen-burner clumsy or measuring-chemicals-for-solutions clumsy. It was a precision problem.
Normally, it wasn’t a big deal, but his lab partner Victor was out with mono (“See, Sammy, not all nerds are monks like you. Maybe I picked the wrong person to do all that making out with, but at least I got to make out with somebody.”), and that left Sam on his own. For the lab when they were supposed to dissect an owl pellet. The kind with tiny, fragile bones in need of extraction. Awesome.
Sam was relieved when Ms. Harvelle called him up to her desk as everyone was beginning the lab. Maybe he was going to get out of it. Maybe he would get to write a research report instead. He almost crossed his fingers with excitement at the thought of being allowed to go to the library instead of staying in the lab.
"Sam, it wouldn’t be fair of me to make you do this one on your own, not when everybody else has a partner to split the work."
"No, I guess not," Sam answered, inwardly very excited about how this conversation was going.
"So, I’m going to ask you to come back after school. You see, technically, we have another student in this class, Castiel Novak, but he’s been taking chemistry at the University this year to get some early credits. Since the scheduling conflicts, he does his labs for this class after school. He’s normally partnerless, too, but I don’t think he’ll mind, and it’ll make life easier for both of you. What do you think?"
Sam thought he was less excited than he had been, but it was better than doing the lab on his own, so he agreed. He hoped Castiel had good hands, because he fully intended to make him do the dissecting.