Angel wants to blow off steam. Things don't go quite as expected.
Six pages of gratuitous Spike&Angel snarkage: a tag to the season five episode 'Smile Time' in which our dark and brooding hero got transformed into a puppet.

Just 'cause I like it rough - that don't mean that I'm open to your stuff.‘ Never fight an inanimate object. Or how Darla broke Lindsey.

Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Angel / Firefly / Serenity / Dr Horrible's Singalong Blog / Dollhouse
Song/Artist: This is the Picture by Peter Gabriel
Duration: 4:17 minutes
Summary: One story.
Spoilers: all

A dark Angel/Darla/Connor study.
Song: 'Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums', A Perfect Circle
Length: 3:53
Size: 72 MB (720x480)
Format: Avi (xvid)

She rode him like she was the one wearing the cowboy hat and boots. As a matter of fact, toward the end, she did put on his hat, and kicked her heels into his ribs to spur him on.

Sam is Cordy and Connor wrapped in one, and Angel is still dreaming of deep, endless water, and knives through throats.

Drusilla was Famine, things running out, hot blood turning cold, stagnant and unnurturing, and Darla was Pestilence, the pretty thing that rots you out and leaves you dead and empty...but Angel is Death himself, has always been, whatever face he comes or

The horses ran in his dreams.

And in the rare times that Lindsey fell into a deep sleep, he was there again. With them, watching. Perched on the split, splinter-dry wood of the fence as the herd galloped through the pasture.

“All good?” And Spike might say, “No, I died tragically in an epic battle. There’ll be a monument in the park. Maybe even an opera.” Or possibly, “Absolutely, mate. I vanquished all evil everywhere. They don’t even make polyester anymore."

The guy’s British. Not the cool Jimmy Page kind of British, but the pansy-assed Hugh Grant kind, with that dumb accent that sounds like he swallowed a plum, the one that makes girls’ panties wet for no good reason that Dean can figure.

Wes has to laugh when he gets a gorgeous Grand Canyon postcard, and flips it over to read, "Holy SHIT, it's big!"

"Family, man," Connor says, "they really fuck you up."

Five people Dean Winchester fucked in, on, or near the Impala, and five conversations he had with his little brother.

“What the --” Dean breathes, and Lindsey can't cut him off fast enough -- “Are you some kind of guardian angel or something?”

He isn’t interested in advice or that fucking helping hand he was reachin’ out for his whole damned life that people keep offering so willingly now. Taking someone’s offered hand lost Lindsey his hand and his soul and just about everything...

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