Dean/Jo - bitching about musicaaronlisaOctober 12 2007, 03:06:15 UTC
Sam rolled his eyes as he listened to Dean and Jo bitching about some inane topic. He could never understand how those two got so wound up about music. In the long run, he couldn’t see how it mattered what some song from the 1970s meant, or even which was the last Rolling Stones album that didn’t really suck. Or what cover version of some obscure song was better. None of those things helped you to slay a demon or to find an angry ghost’s corpse so you could salt and burn it. But to listen to Dean and Jo, those trivial facts could bring about world peace.
“What do you think Sam?” Jo’s question interrupted his thoughts. “Uh, well…” “Don’t bother asking him,” Dean replied with a sigh, “His idea of good music is whatever’s on top forty radio.” “Really?” Jo asked, a look of disbelief on her face. “So don’t be looking at him to back you up.” “I was not looking at him to back me up.” “Sure you weren’t, you just don’t want to admit that you’re wrong.” “I think Bif Naked does an excellent cover of Nothing Else Matters.” “That’s because you’re a chick,” Dean said with a smirk.
Once again Sam was regulated to the background as the two of them continued their non-ending debate about music.
John/Mary pre-wedding jitters (het, R rated)whiskyinmindOctober 12 2007, 08:51:18 UTC
"I don't deserve you." His fingertips whisper down her spine as he speaks. "No, you don't." She agrees, catching his ear between her teeth. "But you said yes." A statement with the barest hint of a question. His hands move lower. "I did." She moves against him. "Why?" He doesn't know the answer. She looks at him, her skin is flushed but radiant. "You have to ask?" He sees the answer in her eyes, they're a perfect match. He's never felt so lucky, and when she guides him to where she needs him to be, he's never felt so complete.
Dean --> tequilaafteriwakeOctober 13 2007, 03:12:23 UTC
Now he knew why there was that little catchphrase. What was it? Oh... "one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor." He woke up with a pounding headache. He rarely, rarely ever got drunk. He could hold his liquor, thank you very much. But tequila was a punch to the gut, and it smacked him upside the head so hard that even darkness made his eyes hurt.
He sat up and that was when he felt it. A body on either side of him. He opened his eyes and blinked them a few times. Two hot redheads, one on either side of him.
And he didn't remember a damn thing.
"Fuck," he said quietly, shutting his eyes and shaking his head. He'd have wanted to remember this, and thanks to teguila, last night was a complete blank.
Mary the first time she held Sam with no one around.
Mary --> first time holding Samiluvroadrunner6October 13 2007, 04:08:56 UTC
Sam was different from Dean. She knew that from the first minute she held him. Where Dean was a bundle of energy, always kick and stretching and laughing, Sam was more of a quiet baby. A calmer baby. She wasn't quite sure why it was, but she was happy for it. Dean had given her enough of a run for her money as it was.
This is the first time they had really gotten to be alone. It was a bit strange--when Dean was born, John gave them plenty of time together. But Dean was fascinated by the idea of having a baby brother. He never wanted to leave them alone, and half the time John had to drag him out of the room so she could get a moment's peace, and by that time, the nurses were taking Sam back to the nursery.
But this time, it was just the two of them, and she smiled softly as Sam wrapped his tiny hand around her pinky finger. "That's it," she whispered. "That's my boy." Big green eyes blinked open at her, as he squirmed slightly in her hold, moving closer to her. This was perfect. This was exactly what it should feel like.
She then saw the hospital lights flicker around her, and she felt the sinking sensation in her gut that things were never going to be perfect like this again.
Bobby and John -> first meetingafteriwakeOctober 13 2007, 22:04:41 UTC
"You John Winchester?"
John's hand moved to his hip for his flask of holy water. "Maybe."
"I'm Bobby Singer. Think I might be able to help you out."
He turned and looked at the man. Then he looked right behind Bobby and saw Dean sulking and holding Sam's hand. "What'd he do now?" John asked.
"Tried to steal the change out of my truck to get his brother a chocolate bar," Bobby said with a grin. "Heard all about you, figured you could use a friend in this town. Or at least a babysitter."
John grinned. He liked this guy already. "Yeah? Let's talk, then."
Sam becomes a womaniluvroadrunner6October 13 2007, 22:43:17 UTC
Sam was going to kill Dean.
He didn't know what he had done, or why it had had happened, but he was pretty sure Dean was behind this whole thing, and once he was himself again, he was going to kill him.
Or at least smack the damn amused smirk off his face.
Instead of trying to help Sam figure out exactly what he had gotten into, Dean was using him to pick up girls. While Sam should have figured this would be his brother's reaction from the get-go, he really wasn't expecting Dean's response to be that the best wingman was another chick.
Now he was sitting at the bar in these damn uncomfortable clothes (why did women even where a bra anyway? These things felt like a vice), trying to figure out how to get out of this before making too much of a scene. He was about ready to just get up and leave when he spotted the woman that Dean was currently chatting up. And the way she kept looking over at him. And the way her eyes kept wandering down over his legs and then back up to his face. He raised an eyebrow slightly as a small smirk crossed his face.
This was gonna be fun.
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Bobby baby-sitting kid!Jo and/or kid!Winchesters. Take your pick.
Bobby baby-sitting kid!JoafteriwakeOctober 14 2007, 22:02:10 UTC
Bobby leaned forward and shook his head. Not even the Winchester boys were that bad, and there were two of them.
"Read me another story!" Jo said excitedly.
"Haven't we read enough stories?" he asked.
She shook her head. "I want a princess story this time." She handed him a book. "And then after that can I get a vampire story? Please?"
Bobby sighed and took the book from her hands. She threw her arms around his waist and he had to grin. He may not be that good at babysitting, but there were times he rather enjoyed it.
Sam dents the front bumper of the ImpalaaaronlisaOctober 15 2007, 01:43:28 UTC
Sam stared in horror at the damage to the front bumper of the Impala. It was a tiny dent, a very tiny dent, however he knew that when it came to Dean that dent would be as large as the Grand Canyon. There was no way that he could distract his brother long enough so that he could get it repaired. And at three in the morning, there was nowhere he could take it that wouldn’t involve his disappearance for a few days. Sam swore under his breath at the dent that really wasn’t his fault but when it came down to it, Dean wouldn’t really care whose fault it was. All that would matter to his older brother was that Sam had been driving it when it was dented. He wondered briefly how far he could get with ten bucks in his pocket before he resigned himself and walked into the motel room.
“Uh Dean, I’ve got something to tell you,” Sam stated as he thrust his hands into his pocket. “Yeah what’s that?” Dean replied barely looking up from the television. “I dented the front bumper.” “Is it a very tiny dent on the right side?” “Yeah,” Sam replied unsure of why his brother wasn’t tearing a strip out of him. “That was there when Dad gave me the Impala. Not your fault.”
Dean turns back to his show leaving Sam standing there and unsure of what just happened.
Sam becomes a womanaaronlisaOctober 14 2007, 19:52:19 UTC
The alarm went off and Sam was out of bed in a rush, he couldn’t be late for school today since he had an important test to write. It was the test that could either make or break his future. There was a slight chance that he might be melodramatic like Dean had accused of being when they had trudged home the night prior from the hunt. But Dean just didn’t get how important it was for Sam to keep up honor roll grades so that he could get scholarships so he could escape the family business.
It wasn’t until he was in the shower that Sam noticed something wrong. He screamed and the scream came out as high pitched and completely wrong. His father was in the room with a gun looking for the danger as Sam yanked the plastic shower curtain off the rod so that he could cover his newly feminine form.
“What the fuck?” Dean’s sleepily voice came from behind his father’s body. “Who the hell are you?” John asked. “It’s me Sam,” Sam replied in a voice that was softer. “Last time I looked my brother was a boy,” Dean supplied. “Yeah I know that, Dean, but I am obviously not a boy now,” Sam replied with a note of hysteria in his voice. “Get out of the shower and come to the kitchen,” John replied as he lowered the gun, before he pushed his eldest son out of the door.
Sam almost started to cry, as the clothes that he tried to put on weren’t fitting him properly, it just didn’t seem fair that on the day he had an important test that he was suddenly a girl. He made his way to the kitchen where both his father and brother sat at the table and he couldn’t prevent the tears that came. His father looked at him perplexed and unsure what to do, and it was Dean who gave him a hug and told him everything would be okay before gently pushing him into a chair.
“We’ll fix this Sammy, I promise,” Dean said before he sat back down again.
Re: Sam becomes a womanafteriwakeOctober 16 2007, 02:06:18 UTC
He could deal with it if Sam would stop snickering in the backseat. He could, he really could...and the next time they pulled over he was going to smack Sam. Only he didn't know when they'd pull over since he wasn't driving.
"Knock it off, Sam," Dean growled.
"Yeah, but...I could have told you that was a stupid bet. Then you'd be driving and she wouldn't.
Dean sank in on himself further, crossing his arms and looking out at the road while Jo continued to drive, looking absolutely pleased with herself. This was one bet she was very glad she had won...
Dean - tequilaaaronlisaOctober 13 2007, 03:48:56 UTC
It had started out innocently enough with a girl that Dean really liked at school inviting him to a big party on Friday night. Dean had gone because he had really liked her and she was very hot. And before that invite he had thought that he’d never ever had a chance with her. Things had been going smoothly until someone had pulled out a bottle of tequila. The shots tended to blur into one another the fourth one, Dean didn’t really have much of a memory of how many more he drank or how he and the girl had started making out.
He could barely even remember how he got home; he had stumbled up the steps of the run down rental house that John had found for them. One moment, Dean was certain that he was going to land face first on the wooden steps and the next he was being pulled roughly into the house. One look at his father’s face sobered him a bit but not enough for Dean to be really aware of his father’s anger.
“We’ll deal with this in the morning,” John said, his voice flat and harsh at the same time as he dragged his eldest into the bathroom. “Okay,” Dean slurred as he collapsed onto the cool linoleum floor before he succumbed to sleep.
John/Mary - pre-wedding nervesafteriwakeOctober 13 2007, 03:04:27 UTC
He was the type of guy who might stare down armed men, but getting married was a whole new ballgame. He paced in the vestibule where he and his groomsmen were waiting until it was time for them to go wait for the women, for him to wait for Mary.
He wanted to do this. He wanted nothing more than to have her be his wife, to love her and honor her and protect her. He really did love her; he loved her so deeply it scared him. But what scared him even more at the moment was the simpler things: what if he screwed up his vows? What if she changed her mind? Dear God, he hoped she didn't change her mind. That would kill him.
The pastor opened up the door and gave them a nod. It was time to shelve his worries and do what he knew he needed to do: marry his Mary.
Two of Dean's one night stands meeting up in a bar. Can be actually from the show or OCs.
One Night StandsaaronlisaOctober 13 2007, 05:03:16 UTC
They have something in common even if they don’t know it, and will probably never know it. For both of them the man that they share in common is nothing more than a brief and fleeting memory of a night full of passion and fun. The red head on the left has moved to this one horse town to be closed to an elderly aunt who is dying while the raven-haired woman on the right has always lived in this house. The red head had fallen for Dean Winchester when she had been seventeen and he had been eighteen, she’s forgotten how he had been her first love. Instead she’s allowed herself to believe that the boy who comforted after Dean’s family had mysteriously left town days after graduation was her first love. The other woman had met Dean in this bar when she had been nursing a broken heart after finding out her husband had cheated on her.
For someone like Meg, these two women whose lives have strangely become intertwined they’re fascinating. She can mine their memories and souls for little pieces of Dean Winchester. Little pieces of information that she can later use to help bring down the mighty Winchesters one by one, something that will no doubt make her father proud of her initiative. Meg smiles before she saunters over to the two women at the bar. She’s going to enjoy this immensely.
Re: One Night StandsafteriwakeOctober 14 2007, 18:55:08 UTC
She didn't dare go iside the place. It was filled with hunters and if she wanted to be exorcised on the spot...
Didn't mean she couldn't watch, though. Didn't matter that it was cold and raining, either, not really. She had a purpose to be there. She knew, sooner or later, that the Winchester brothers would come there. She could be patient and wait.
Then she saw a young blonde walking out and heading to a car. She was pretty...young...maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing to have a little fun with her. She'd wait until she drove away to try anything, though. Still too close to the--
The blonde pulled something out of the car and went back inside. Damn, Meg thought. Damn.
John teaching Dean how to shoot a gunaaronlisaOctober 14 2007, 19:57:03 UTC
There shouldn’t be anything wrong in him teach his eight year old son on how to handle a gun and rifle. After all, his daddy had taught him when he was Dean’s age how to do the same. But there was a huge difference between the nostalgia he felt when he remembered the hours spent on the range with his father learning how to properly hold the firearm, how to check if it was loaded, how to load it and then how to aim and properly squeeze the trigger so that he’d hit the target to what he was doing with Dean.
His father had been teaching him how to shoot for pleasure and hunting animals. And John Winchester was teaching his eight-year-old son how to shoot in order to survive. He was teaching Dean how to protect himself and his younger brother in the event that John couldn’t and it tore him up on the inside.
“What do you think Sam?” Jo’s question interrupted his thoughts.
“Uh, well…”
“Don’t bother asking him,” Dean replied with a sigh, “His idea of good music is whatever’s on top forty radio.”
“Really?” Jo asked, a look of disbelief on her face.
“So don’t be looking at him to back you up.”
“I was not looking at him to back me up.”
“Sure you weren’t, you just don’t want to admit that you’re wrong.”
“I think Bif Naked does an excellent cover of Nothing Else Matters.”
“That’s because you’re a chick,” Dean said with a smirk.
Once again Sam was regulated to the background as the two of them continued their non-ending debate about music.
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John/Mary - pre-wedding nerves
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"No, you don't." She agrees, catching his ear between her teeth.
"But you said yes." A statement with the barest hint of a question. His hands move lower.
"I did." She moves against him.
"Why?" He doesn't know the answer.
She looks at him, her skin is flushed but radiant. "You have to ask?"
He sees the answer in her eyes, they're a perfect match. He's never felt so lucky, and when she guides him to where she needs him to be, he's never felt so complete.
Dean --> tequila
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He sat up and that was when he felt it. A body on either side of him. He opened his eyes and blinked them a few times. Two hot redheads, one on either side of him.
And he didn't remember a damn thing.
"Fuck," he said quietly, shutting his eyes and shaking his head. He'd have wanted to remember this, and thanks to teguila, last night was a complete blank.
Mary the first time she held Sam with no one around.
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This is the first time they had really gotten to be alone. It was a bit strange--when Dean was born, John gave them plenty of time together. But Dean was fascinated by the idea of having a baby brother. He never wanted to leave them alone, and half the time John had to drag him out of the room so she could get a moment's peace, and by that time, the nurses were taking Sam back to the nursery.
But this time, it was just the two of them, and she smiled softly as Sam wrapped his tiny hand around her pinky finger. "That's it," she whispered. "That's my boy." Big green eyes blinked open at her, as he squirmed slightly in her hold, moving closer to her. This was perfect. This was exactly what it should feel like.
She then saw the hospital lights flicker around her, and she felt the sinking sensation in her gut that things were never going to be perfect like this again.
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Bobby and John -> first meeting
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John's hand moved to his hip for his flask of holy water. "Maybe."
"I'm Bobby Singer. Think I might be able to help you out."
He turned and looked at the man. Then he looked right behind Bobby and saw Dean sulking and holding Sam's hand. "What'd he do now?" John asked.
"Tried to steal the change out of my truck to get his brother a chocolate bar," Bobby said with a grin. "Heard all about you, figured you could use a friend in this town. Or at least a babysitter."
John grinned. He liked this guy already. "Yeah? Let's talk, then."
Sam becomes a woman
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He didn't know what he had done, or why it had had happened, but he was pretty sure Dean was behind this whole thing, and once he was himself again, he was going to kill him.
Or at least smack the damn amused smirk off his face.
Instead of trying to help Sam figure out exactly what he had gotten into, Dean was using him to pick up girls. While Sam should have figured this would be his brother's reaction from the get-go, he really wasn't expecting Dean's response to be that the best wingman was another chick.
Now he was sitting at the bar in these damn uncomfortable clothes (why did women even where a bra anyway? These things felt like a vice), trying to figure out how to get out of this before making too much of a scene. He was about ready to just get up and leave when he spotted the woman that Dean was currently chatting up. And the way she kept looking over at him. And the way her eyes kept wandering down over his legs and then back up to his face. He raised an eyebrow slightly as a small smirk crossed his face.
This was gonna be fun.
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Bobby baby-sitting kid!Jo and/or kid!Winchesters. Take your pick.
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"Read me another story!" Jo said excitedly.
"Haven't we read enough stories?" he asked.
She shook her head. "I want a princess story this time." She handed him a book. "And then after that can I get a vampire story? Please?"
Bobby sighed and took the book from her hands. She threw her arms around his waist and he had to grin. He may not be that good at babysitting, but there were times he rather enjoyed it.
Sam dents the front bumper of the Impala.
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“Uh Dean, I’ve got something to tell you,” Sam stated as he thrust his hands into his pocket.
“Yeah what’s that?” Dean replied barely looking up from the television.
“I dented the front bumper.”
“Is it a very tiny dent on the right side?”
“Yeah,” Sam replied unsure of why his brother wasn’t tearing a strip out of him.
“That was there when Dad gave me the Impala. Not your fault.”
Dean turns back to his show leaving Sam standing there and unsure of what just happened.
John giving the keys to the Impala to Dean
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It wasn’t until he was in the shower that Sam noticed something wrong. He screamed and the scream came out as high pitched and completely wrong. His father was in the room with a gun looking for the danger as Sam yanked the plastic shower curtain off the rod so that he could cover his newly feminine form.
“What the fuck?” Dean’s sleepily voice came from behind his father’s body.
“Who the hell are you?” John asked.
“It’s me Sam,” Sam replied in a voice that was softer.
“Last time I looked my brother was a boy,” Dean supplied.
“Yeah I know that, Dean, but I am obviously not a boy now,” Sam replied with a note of hysteria in his voice.
“Get out of the shower and come to the kitchen,” John replied as he lowered the gun, before he pushed his eldest son out of the door.
Sam almost started to cry, as the clothes that he tried to put on weren’t fitting him properly, it just didn’t seem fair that on the day he had an important test that he was suddenly a girl. He made his way to the kitchen where both his father and brother sat at the table and he couldn’t prevent the tears that came. His father looked at him perplexed and unsure what to do, and it was Dean who gave him a hug and told him everything would be okay before gently pushing him into a chair.
“We’ll fix this Sammy, I promise,” Dean said before he sat back down again.
Jo driving the Impala
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"Knock it off, Sam," Dean growled.
"Yeah, but...I could have told you that was a stupid bet. Then you'd be driving and she wouldn't.
Dean sank in on himself further, crossing his arms and looking out at the road while Jo continued to drive, looking absolutely pleased with herself. This was one bet she was very glad she had won...
Dean teaching Sam how to ride a bike
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He could barely even remember how he got home; he had stumbled up the steps of the run down rental house that John had found for them. One moment, Dean was certain that he was going to land face first on the wooden steps and the next he was being pulled roughly into the house. One look at his father’s face sobered him a bit but not enough for Dean to be really aware of his father’s anger.
“We’ll deal with this in the morning,” John said, his voice flat and harsh at the same time as he dragged his eldest into the bathroom.
“Okay,” Dean slurred as he collapsed onto the cool linoleum floor before he succumbed to sleep.
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Dean, John - Dean's first hunt
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He wanted to do this. He wanted nothing more than to have her be his wife, to love her and honor her and protect her. He really did love her; he loved her so deeply it scared him. But what scared him even more at the moment was the simpler things: what if he screwed up his vows? What if she changed her mind? Dear God, he hoped she didn't change her mind. That would kill him.
The pastor opened up the door and gave them a nod. It was time to shelve his worries and do what he knew he needed to do: marry his Mary.
Two of Dean's one night stands meeting up in a bar. Can be actually from the show or OCs.
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For someone like Meg, these two women whose lives have strangely become intertwined they’re fascinating. She can mine their memories and souls for little pieces of Dean Winchester. Little pieces of information that she can later use to help bring down the mighty Winchesters one by one, something that will no doubt make her father proud of her initiative. Meg smiles before she saunters over to the two women at the bar. She’s going to enjoy this immensely.
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Jo, Meg - a dark and stormy night
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Didn't mean she couldn't watch, though. Didn't matter that it was cold and raining, either, not really. She had a purpose to be there. She knew, sooner or later, that the Winchester brothers would come there. She could be patient and wait.
Then she saw a young blonde walking out and heading to a car. She was pretty...young...maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing to have a little fun with her. She'd wait until she drove away to try anything, though. Still too close to the--
The blonde pulled something out of the car and went back inside. Damn, Meg thought. Damn.
John teaching Dean how to shoot a gun
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His father had been teaching him how to shoot for pleasure and hunting animals. And John Winchester was teaching his eight-year-old son how to shoot in order to survive. He was teaching Dean how to protect himself and his younger brother in the event that John couldn’t and it tore him up on the inside.
John - parent teacher night
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