So, recently I'm under the impression that there are quite some few people who complain about the characters in the Stargate universe, or the way things are going, how characters develop - or not - and frankly, I can't understand that.

To me, both SG shows are fun shows. I watch them for *gasp* entertainment. I've never expected to see great, new, mind blowing shows, pushing the limits of television. I've never expected to see broken characters that are constantly fretting over their lives. I've never expected to see story arcs that make you question religion, politics, or your own existence.

There's other shows for that, which I also watch happily.

But Stargate's become my "relax television". My fun shows. Give me an entertaining plot, a little snark between the characters and I'm happy. I never thought season two of SG:A was worse than season one. I don't think season three is even worse than that.

They're just... oh, I dunno,...fun?

Finally a new drabble - the past couple of days it's simply been too hot here to write something. Anything :-) Hope you like!

Title: Temptation
Author: Me
Fandom: Supernatural
Anything Else?: Drabble, 200 words, PG, Gen, no Wincest, no spoilers.

Temptation

Dean thinks they’ve never been to a place that creeps him out more. An odd smell, so distinctively “ZOO-ish”, is in the air, dimly he can hear a generator somewhere in the back. Faint light from the various terrariums, dozens of eyes following them as the brothers make their way through the raptile house. Suddenly Dean stops, shoots a glance to Sam who hasn’t noticed his brother isn’t following him any longer, and bites his lip. Scratches the back of his head. Considers.

The temptation is just too big.

He positions himself in front of the terrarium that holds a boa constrictor. Stares at it for a moment before he says:

“Can you hear me?”

The boa moves a little, hisses, and Dean can’t help but grin.

“I’ve never talked to a snake before. Do you talk to people often? You’re from Brazil, aren’t you? Was it nice there?”

Dean could swear the boa blinked. He leans forward a bit, pressing his hands against the window glass.

“Dean!” Sam’s voice suddenly echoes through the room. “Stop fooling around! We’ve got a job to do.”

Dean glances over to the boa meaningfully. “No fun, that one.” he says apologetically. The snake blinks.