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re: the Great LJ Apocalypse-
Whatever you think about it? Okay.
However you're choosing to respond? Okay.
I support however y'all choose individually to handle it.

How do I handle things?
Um ...

Dire Times
R-ish
Implied Sam/Dean


***







Sam shoved his chair back from the table violently.

“That bastard!”

“What?”

Alarmed, Dean came to look over Sam’s shoulder at the laptop. Pay-per-View porn continued on in the background.

“It’s Henriksen. I think he tracked me down online.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah, man, my LJ just got suspended!”

“Your what?”

“My LJ. My Livejournal, it’s … oh, never mind.”

“Is that the place where you post your emo poetry?”

“Shut up, Dean. It’s not emo, it’s part of a long and glorious literary tradition of—”

“Uh huh, right.”

“And no, that’s a different account. This is the one where I posted those videos we made when the car broke down in Nebraska and we were stuck hanging around the motel for a week, remember?”

“Oh, the ones where— with the—and you—” Dean gesticulated expressively.

“Yeah, those ones.”

A small smile flitted across Dean’s face, but his expression quickly turned to one of dismay.

“Wait, something happened to those? Don’t tell me you lost the videos.”

“No, don’t worry man, I have copies of the files on my hard disk. But the account got suspended. Says something about my user interests involving illegal activity.”

“Illegal activity? I guess we do a lot of that. But seriously, deleting your account? That’s just petty. What happened to throwing us in jail? The FBI sucks.” Dean frowned. “Wait, what the hell did you put in your user interests?”

Sam rolled his eyes.

“You helped me come up with them when I was opening the account, Dean. I blame you.” Sam clicked through LJ archive to a screenshot of the account profile. Dean muttered as his eyes scanned the screen.

“Brotherfucking … gun!kink … Dean’s cocksucking lips—hey!” Dean glared at Sam. “You put that one in there!”

“Keep reading.”

“Giant porn hands—oh, nice.” Dean glanced appreciatively at Sam’s hands. “Hey, um, you wanna …?”

“Oh my God, Dean, give it a rest for a minute. We’ve got a serious problem here. Henriksen found our porn! What do we do?”

“That bastard really does have it out for us. Well, um, why don’t you just open a new account and reupload the files?”

Sam bit his lip and clicked through to the Create Account page, looking anxious. “I guess. I’d just have to tell our friendslist where to find it—looks like there are a lot of people who like our videos.”

“Of course they do. Huh, but how do we make sure he doesn’t just do the same thing again?”

“Well, I’ll change the user interests, I guess. Maybe I should friendslock all the entries. Do you think I should friendslock?”

“Man, I dunno. Maybe we should call Bobby, see what he thinks.”

“Okay, good idea. Don’t mention the porn, though.”

“Dude, I think he knows. Remember, he walked in on us that one time when you had me bent over the—”

“Oh. Yeah.” Sam winced. “I think he’s pretending he never saw that.”

“Good times.”

Sam tapped at the keyboard as Dean dialed.

“Hey, Bobby, it’s Dean. So, the FBI suspended our Livejournal …”



The end.




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