manorsuperman: (single eye)
[ooc: Set after Supernatural 4.16 On The Head of a Pin, though not really spoilery. Sam here is [livejournal.com profile] likely_evil, used without permission, but I suspect I won't be demonically killed for it. [livejournal.com profile] reporter_chloe and [livejournal.com profile] winchesterjerk are also mentioned in passing.]

It wasn't supposed to be more than a blind date )
manorsuperman: (sweet)
[ooc: THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, SAM WINCHESTER! Lana will not shut up about that dang bear! Fic = no interaction, kthnx.]

The white cotton of her nightgown passed over her body as she walked from bathroom to bedroom, and Lana's eyes landed once again on the adorable, tan-colored stuffed bear Sam Winchester had sent her. As bad as Valentine's Day had started, that one little thing never failed to bring a smile to her face.

Her best friend was angry with her for reasons she couldn't put her finger on, reasons enough to say she hated her. There hadn't been the girls' night in she'd expected. She was alone tonight.

Somehow, someway, she didn't feel alone. Somehow, that little stuffed animal made her feel like Sam was with her, even though he was busy being snowed in with his brother in Nebraska.

She scooped it up into her arms and headed toward the living area, content to cuddle up with it as she watched her copy of A Walk To Remember all by herself with a giant smile on her face.
manorsuperman: (black and white hot)
[ooc: This is not marked with a point in canon, because it's unclear how far ahead in the future the AU timeline of Apocalypse is and there's no way of knowing when Lana would go to Paris and meet her husband, Pierre Rousseau. So I've left it kinda open.]

Lana was alone at the home of her Aunt Nell and Uncle Dean, taking a break from Met U. The semester had just started and already she was starting to feel overwhelmed. Maybe it was because she was anxious to be done with college already and make the move to Paris. She told herself it wouldn't be much longer, to just hang in there, but it didn't seem to make anything easier. She was just thankful for this time alone.

Or she would be, if someone wasn't knocking on the door just as she was preparing to make herself a pot of coffee.

> Who is at the door?
>>> Jimmy Olsen with a confused look on his face.
>>> Pete Ross with a single rose.
>>> Lois Lane in jeans and a low cut top.
>>> Nell. She forgot something.
>>> Sam and Dean Winchester, complete with suits and fake badges.
manorsuperman: (small grin)
[ooc: Filling the request of [livejournal.com profile] likely_evil for Sam/Lana, using one of the [livejournal.com profile] insane100 prompts. It's amazing what you remember about the first season of an eight season series when you're looking at insane prompts at 8am. Note to self: make Sam/Lana icon.]

"So she just...sucked the fat out of people?"

Lana thought she was about to crack up from the look on Sam's face and draw the attention of the few others present in the Talon coffee shop. She'd gotten the distinct feeling that he'd seen and heard some weird things in his life, but this appeared to be a new one for him. He was so cute when he was in a daze.

"Um...yeah. She would have eaten Pete if Clark hadn't shown up when he did." She took a careful sip of her café mocha while she watched his face.

"And that sort of thing happens here all the time?"

"All the time. Would you like to hear about the time the clone of my dead childhood friend kidnapped me and locked me in a little glass room?" It wasn't a pleasant memory for her, but given she'd survived far worse, she could say it with a small bit of humor in her voice. He looked a little dumbfounded by her question, which made her let out a little giggle.

'I can't believe I've never heard of this place before.' )
manorsuperman: (pain)
Less candles.

Bubble gum.

Sam Winchester.

But to be honest, I don't wish for anything anymore. Every time I have and I've gotten it, it's never turned out the way I expected. Somehow, something goes wrong. My "less candles" could just be one big candle that tips over and burns down the place. The bubble gum could be already chewed, and Sam? With my luck, it wouldn't really be Sam, just some psycho with a shapeshifting ability who would like nothing better than to see me dead, or maybe a different kind of psycho would drop his bloody corpse on my doorstep.

Sorry, no wishes for me.
manorsuperman: (sam for christmas)
For some reason I've decided to start up a meme, not that I think it'll catch on. If it does, at least I'll have some idea of what to get everyone for Christmas.

All you have to do is list the top five things on your Christmas list. That's all! Here's mine.

1. Coffee and beignet mix from Café du Monde in New Orleans.
2. Sam under the mistletoe.
3. Hanson's album, The Walk. I'll gladly explain that one if you must know.
4. A foot massage.
5. Snow.

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