I had these saved for a while and keep forgetting to post them. Whoops.
Fandom: SPN
Pairing: Sam/Jess
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HereWord Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Jessica prays for protection.
She'd always been a bit religious. Her grandmother had been into it, teaching her about Christ, Mary, Hell and Heaven, all the things she used to believe were stupid. She wore a cross regularly that Sam liked. Now, she gripped it as she ran.
He had only stepped out. He had to come back.
Running from the dark shadow that seemed to be against every wall, Jessica began to pray to anyone who was listening. "If you let me survive this, I'll go to church everyday!" It was screamed towards the Heavens, but she never made it to the stairs.
Pairing: Sam/Jess
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HereWord Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam shows he can cut hair.
"You totally can't cut hair."
"Yes I can."
"No you can't, Sam."
"Yes, I can. I lived with two guys all my life, and I have this mop of hair on my head. Let me cut it. We don't have enough money for a haircut."
"Whatever."
Fifteen minutes later and Sam turned her to look at herself in the mirror. One half of her blonde hair was not only cut but layered, and the other half was butchered.
"Jess, little tip? Next time you want a hair cut, come to me."
"Oh, someone is so sleeping on the couch tonight."
Pairing: Gen
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HereWord Count: 300
Rating: PG
Summary: Dean doesn't get why Mommy only wants him to be a girl when Daddy's not around, so he surprises her on her birthday.
Mary had always wanted a girl and used Dean as a dress up doll. Makeup from her purse, dresses hidden in the back of his closet… It was all one big secret reserved for slow afternoons where braids would find their way into his long hair.
He loved it. To be a girl was to make his mother happy, and because of that he wanted to be one. He wanted the child in his mommy's tummy to be a girl to have a child to dress up, and he wanted his own name to be 'Dena.' He called himself that on days when boredom struck, but would always be cleaned up by the time John came home from work.
Today was special though. It was his mommy's birthday and today he would make her happy. She wanted a girl and she would get one. He'd spent an hour putting makeup on, now having the perfect look of smudged lipstick, eye shadow beneath his eyes, and eyeliner across his face for pretty designs.
He ran into the kitchen in a daisy sundress, knowing he was the prettiest girl in the world. He had to be. "Happy birthday, Mommy!" he bellowed out, not caring that John was in the room drinking coffee and reading.
A clatter was heard as his father dropped his mug and broke it, but Mary burst out laughing and picked Dean up, obviously ignoring the fact that John would be yelling at her in moments.
Dean smiled as a kiss was placed to his cheek. "Do you like your birthday gift?"
"Very much so."
"I did it all by myself."
"I can tell. You did a better job than your father would've, though," she stated which made both of the males frown as she chuckled to herself, amused.
Pairing: Dean/Cassie
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HereWord Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Dean wants a kid, more than Cassie will ever know.
"It must've broke," Dean had said frowning the first time, looking at the condom Cassie was holding up. There was a small hole in the bottom, and no matter his conning skills, rips didn't look like that.
Two weeks later, he'd grunted, shrugged and rolled over. It wasn't his fault she didn't think they were ready. They'd been together for two months, he wanted a kid, and he was past his twentieth birthday. He was definitely ready.
He never got a chance for a third time, because he'd stupidly told her to get closer. He'd never make that mistake again.
Pairing: Sam/Madison, Sam/Jess so light that if you blink you miss it
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HereWord Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam knows he'll be alone forever.
Sam stared at Madison's number in his phone and wondered to himself if he should've been deleting it. She was dead, gone, and wouldn't be returning a phone call…
But he still had Jessica's cell and the house. He finally shut it off and laid back in his bed, only to look over at Dean who was sleeping almost quietly.
They were Winchesters. They were destined to be alone, right? First his mother had died, then his father, his soul mate, someone he could see being his girlfriend…
Maybe Dean was next.
Why did being a Winchester suck so much?
Pairing: Sam/Jess, Sam/Dean
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HereWord Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jessica wishes she's loved by Sam as much as he loves Dean.
Sam's normally silent during sex. She's lucky if she can get a moan, gasp or cry from him once during the entire night if she does something special, but usually he's completely silent.
Today as he falls asleep, she feels sick. She knows what she heard, what made her stop enjoying it. At first she'd thought it was just a breath of air, but as she watches his eyes close and listens to his breathing even out, she leans to grab his cell.
Going through the received calls, she quickly finds it - Dean.
She knew she hadn't imagined it.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
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HereWord Count: 200
Rating: R
Summary: Sam knows it's messed up, but somehow he still thinks protection is beating his brother's face in.
Sam used to believe it was just sibling protection. He'd think it was a play on the old 'big brother protects young sister' act. But as time went on, he realized that it couldn't be. Dean was older than him, and neither of them were girls.
It wasn't even a need to protect anymore. Sitting in the bar, he wanted to just keep Dean from everyone. The girls in there were too horrible for him. He was watching Dean intently as he brought a girl - Mandy, if he remembered right - an apple martini and had himself two whiskeys. She was attractive, but she wanted Dean just for his body.
There were some days that he wanted to change that. He knew how too. A part of him that he wanted to blame on the possession, a small speck that had been left over in him, knew how to change all of it. A quick slip of the blade could make only him see Dean's perfection. A huge scar, part of his lip missing, a mutilated hand...
Before the thoughts could manifest any further, Sam ordered a double whiskey. He knew that at least Dean deserved better than that.
Pairing: Gen
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HereWord Count: 200
Rating: PG
Summary: Dean's caused Sam to dream.
Knowing who's at the end of a phone call is never a big deal. Maybe guessing who is outside the door is a bit creepy but useful. Dreaming an entire day is fucking scary, though.
I always thought I was a freak. Then Dad brought us to our first telepath, never knowing I was one. But it cleared some things up.
Now, listening to your confused words, I can't help but wish I'd left. First the guns and death spread, and now the powers had too.
You're starting to dream because of me.
I'm so sorry I can't fix it.