I’m trying to dive back into writing. I’ve been a fairly prolific Rickyl writer for years and am now wading into Destiel fics. Trying to decide what to work on next and scribbled this down. Would anyone read this if I finished it? It’s a Rickyl and Destiel combo.
“Want to see a dead body?” Daryl asked as he skipped a smooth river rock across the lake.
“Why on earth would we want to see a dead body?” Rick asked at the same time Dean said. “Fuck you, Dixon. You don’t know where a dead body is.”
“Fuck I don’t,” Daryl said with his chest puffed up. “Heard Merle talking to a friend of his last night.”
“Merle kill him?” Dean asked.
Cas rolled his eyes. “Merle didn’t kill anyone.”
Rick tossed a rock into the water without even trying to skip it.
“I know right where it’s at,” Daryl insisted. “Ten miles down the tracks. It’s probably already got maggots. It’s probably too gross for you pussies anyway. Probably throw up.”
“Winchester’s don’t puke,” Dean said as he half-heartedly tossed a rock in Daryl’s direction.
“What do you want to do with a dead body anyway?” Rick asked.
Daryl shrugged. “Poke it with a stick,” he said at the same time Cas said “I guess we can poke it with a stick.”
Cas shrugged. “Make sure he’s really dead, duh.”
“You dumbass,” Daryl snapped. “Course he’s dead. He’s been laying out in the summer sun for three days. You know why there ain’t been no flies out? Cause the’re all down the road!?”
“Dixon, why you gotta always yell everything you say? I’ve never once heard you talk in a normal tone of voice.”
“You wanna hear yelling? You shoulda heard all the yelling when I was railing your mom last night.
Before Dean could stand all the way up, Cas put a hand on his chest. “He’s just trying to bait you and you fall for it every time.”
“So’s your face,” Dean grumbled as he sat back against the fallen log behind them. Cas was right. Every black eye Dean ever had was from Daryl Dixon. The four of them had been best friends since elementary school but with Dean and Daryl both being hotheads, there were more than their share of fights.
“My dad would kill us if we poke a dead guy with a stick,” Rick said, his hair so far past a much needed haircut that Curls had started forming.
“But if we find him, we can tell ole’ Shariff Dad what we found and we can split the reward money,” Daryl said.
“How do you know there’s a reward?” Cas asked. “That sounds made up.”
“You sound made up,” Daryl snarked back.
Finally Dean stood up, tossed a rock in the lake and turned around. “School starts in less than a week. We haven’t done a damn thing all summer. What are we gonna write on our “what did you do this summer” essays.”
“You really wanna write that you poked a dead guy with a stick?”
“No!” Dean shouted. “I want to write that four brave boys from across the tracks solved a murder and were heros.”
“10 miles is a long way,” Cas said as he squinted up at the train tracks that went ove the nearby bridge.”
Rick stood up. He knew why Daryl wanted to go. It would take them overnight and he wouldn’t have to go home to his abusive old man for at least two day.
“I’m going,” Rick said and put his fishing gear in his backpack.”
“Fine I’ll go but only to prove Dixon’s wrong, “ Dean said.
“Great! We’re all going!”
“I didn’t say I was going,” Cas protested.
Rick and Daryl rolled their eyes. “Please, Novak. You go anywhere Dean goes.
“What’s that supposed to mean,” Cas asked scowling.
What do you think? Is this a worth working on? Is there a market for it? lol
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