My heart bleeded, girl

Stolen from various people: the WIP meme: post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.

1. And then time started up again and Jensen mostly thought oh, shit because they were going to kill him, too, and where was the damn security guard when you needed him?

2. Castiel looked at Dean for a moment longer, and Sam could have sworn there was almost an expression on his face, before he vanished with the soft sound of rustling wings.

3. Dean slanted an occasional look in her direction, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her damaged face.

4. "Little boy you're a man, little man, you're a king," Lance rumbled as he grape-vined across the small kitchen floor, snapping his fingers.

We all know the past tense of "drag" isn't "drug," right?

You know those miscommunication angst stories, the ones where if they just *talked to each other* everything would be fine, but they don't, (because then there would be no story), and they end up hurt and crying in their coffee mope-y and they argue and SAY THINGS and their friends take sides and try to help, and finally, FINALLY they talk and straighten everything out and live happily ever after? Those are so my guilty pleasure.

Ashley is doing a relay race tonight in Bloomington, IN. One hundred miles - the same 50 mile course twice - and they started at 4pm. There are five people on her team and they're each running four five mile legs, roughly. Ash just texted me to say "one down, three to go." They have a van, sleeping bags, food and water, and they're running all night. Ashley bought a headlamp and she's carrying her mace. Bloomington is hilly and dark at night, so mostly I'm just hoping she doesn't fall and break something.

I think I'm kind of jealous.