Xander and Dean find a way around a curse that condemns them to hell.

"I've never seen it plant on a person before."

Specifically engineered as a recreational able to safely mix with alcohol, it'd been through more tests and trials than some of his navigational equipment, and hadn't received an ounce of official funding. No one wanted to fess up that the idea of flooding the market with a quality-controlled substance might actually be a good one.

He never thougth things would end up like this.

Three guys meet in a bar. Two of them need to break a curse. One of them is about to get very lucky indeed

O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last! — Walt Whitman, One Hour to Madness and Joy, 1860.

So, er, I sorta was choking on the subtext of a scene in GO6. Asuka suggested writing a bit that went lemony and could be cut, so I could finish the actual scene without my muse making rude comments every other word.

K'rkat burst into Sievereth's weyr, the bronze stretched out lazy and well-fed, oh Faranth's egg no. "Jade!" he screamed, startling the dragon. "Get out! And you, big lump, get up! Up and flying! Why are you still here?!" Jade came out of her corridor, rubbing her eyes. No doubt she'd spent all night bowed over her work table again and hadn't even eaten. "Oh, why are you yelling," she said around a yawn, "it's... not even mid-day yet!" "Yeah, by minutes!" Argh. No. No time. "Jade -- Bowith is bleeding her prey, and so is Kulirath."