I only have one WIP at the moment, so that part's fairly easy; however, while I've been out of circulation over the last couple of days, it seems nearly everyone on my F-list has had a go at this, so I have no idea who has been tagged and who hasn't, so I'm just going to say ... if you want to play - go for it!!
Here are 7 lines from the 7th page of my WIP ...
Dean was midway through the fourth sandwich, lost in the midst of a blissful foodgasm – damnit, the little nerd had even remembered to put mustard in them - chewing and mumbling with hamster-cheeked bliss when Sam appeared in the doorway. Still dressed in a sweat-stained tee and sagging sweatpants, his greasy, unwashed bed-hair hung limply around and over his pallid face, partially hiding the dark circles under his eyes.
The sheen of sweat across his cheeks together with the weary sag of his broad shoulders showed that although the worst of the illness appeared to be over, he was clearly debilitated by its lingering effects.
“Hey Dean,” he croaked; “How’d it go?”