Drabble/Snips SPN (gen, wee!chesters, het, slash pre-slash)
spnwriterlounge is having a 4 week writers workshop in creative writing... the 1st week assignment was in free-writing, 10 minutes for each prompt. Just set the timer and write, don't think let it come to you. You can do as many as you want, or as little as you want. Obviously I did one a day accept Sunday. I actually did Sunday's today because 1) I can, 2) I'm sick, tomorrow I may not leave the bed... Anyhoo, here's what I did. If you want to do the challenge yourself, go ahead... if SPN isn't your fandom then tweak it: replace the Dean, Sam, Bobby with 3 different characters in the fandom of your choice. IE SGA: John, Ronon, Teyla Dark Angel: Max, Logan, Alec CW RPS: Jeff, Jared, Jensen etc... Mix and match, the point of the exercise is to write for 10 minutes, without over thinking, and have fun :)
Prompts:
Dean wished he had never opened the door that morning....
For Sam the facts were simple.
He never knew, when he started this......
Sometimes it felt like they had known each other forever.
Bobby found it hard to contain his surprise when he opened the door.
The darkness seemed to envelope them.....
The truth of the matter was..........
Monday ~ WC: 134 (wee!chesters)
Dean wishes he had never opened the door that morning, the smell was beyond disgusting. He should have known better, since Sam had been sick for the last two days. When he called dad, he gave Dean a recipe to fix for Sammy. At the time he was all for it. Sam hasn’t slept, meaning Dean didn’t sleep, and dad wasn’t back for another week. It was less a hunt than a ritual, and they had just started- if they stopped now, they wouldn’t be able to repeat the ritual for another month allowing the spiritual beast to move on.
Dean just didn’t expect the recipe to actually clean out Sam’s system. At first it did nothing, other than allow Sam to sleep. A few hours later Sam was running to the bathroom. Diarrhea.
Tuesday ~ WC: 117 (Sam pre-Stanford)
For Sam the facts were simple. Right was right, wrong was wrong, why did he get that and his brother and his father didn’t. Every lie they told, every scam it was wrong - even with the big picture it was something you shouldn’t do, but they did. This time however he followed their example. Over seventy-five percent of the application was correct, the grades, test scores, essays, the recommendation letters were true and factual. Though there were small gaps; he had no choice but to fill those in. It was either fund the lie to bridge those gaps to go to Stanford, or lose his chance to get out and leave the family business.
Sam chose Stanford.
Wednesday ~ WC: 148 (Dean gen)
He never knew, when he started this...... he had to be around eighteen or nineteen at the time. It started as a lark just to have something to do against his boredom. Dean ran his thumb down its sides. It was smooth sanded down to a fine point. Its weight light easy to grip and maneuver, fitting perfectly within his palm. It wasn’t Mr. Pointy, but it’d do in a pinch. He grinned, surprised of all the things dad could have been sentimental over, and Dean was surprised with how much from their childhood dad had saved in storage. Even more so that dad felt a need to pinch and add his version of Mr. Pointy to the assorted collection of keepsakes. Days like today, Dean thought his father was an enigma, but that didn’t stop the small smile gracing Dean’s face as his chest swelled with pride.
Thursday ~ WC: 155 (Sam/Jess)
Sometimes it felt like they had known each other forever. He loved the way she’d offer a knowing smile, the subtle soft touches on those mornings after he woke dreaming about his family. He loved Jess, she was his best friend. What they had, their connection how she was able to read him so easily when she didn’t know the entire truth - about him, his family. Not the whole story. Not that Sam actually lied, not really, but he did by omission. Even though Jess allowed him to change the subject, let him physically distract her, he could see it in her eyes - she knew what he was doing. Though she wouldn’t stop him, instead more often than not she’d hold him tighter; try to kiss away the hurt, the pain the memories. They didn’t have forever, but he’s thankful that they had those moments where it felt like they were living in forever.
Friday ~ WC: 190 (Bobby- Missouri, gen)
Bobby found it hard to contain his surprise when he opened the door as he sat in his wheelchair staring up at himself. Twenty or thirty seconds passed before he reacted out of the stupor, his hand wrapped around the cold handle of his gun that lay in his lap. Fingers automatically cocked and aimed ready to fire. A voice he recognized from over the years, boomed “Robert, don’t you dare do that!” it came from behind the him standing there. He watched as she pushed the him aside to make herself visible. Leaving Bobby no doubt that the voice matched the body - it was Missouri. “He's not a shifter." When he didn't respond, she sighed, "Damn it! I did not drive across this great country enduring every waffle house restaurant from Lawrence Kansas to here, just to watch you shoot yourself.”
Bobby just sat there staring, gun ready; he hesitated, but didn’t take his eyes off of the shifter. After a moment he demanded, “Who the hell are you?” The him standing there, his doppelganger took off his hat and wiped at his brow. “I’m you, five years from now.”
Saturday ~ WC: 178 (Sam, Dean, Castiel gen or slash)
The darkness seemed to envelope them. Dean appeared oblivious as Sam watched the insidious darkness wrap around and encase their bodies. Sam struggled to say something, to scream to warn Dean of the danger, but he just sat there lounging his back pressed up against the headboard as he continued watching TV, clicking the stations as if he was bored. A spiral of black slithered up Dean’s body wrapping itself around Dean’s neck, caressing his face. There it split like an octopus with tentacles, the tips stroking over the Dean’s mouth and nose. Sam didn’t need a mirror to know the same thing was happening to him. Just as a tentacle of blackness started breached Dean’s mouth, a blinding light appeared. The tentacle shriveled and withered into nothingness. Further away from the epicenter of light, Sam could make out the edges of black wings… as the darkness and his wings dissipated Castiel was standing there.
Whether they wanted him or not, Sam no longer had any doubt Castiel was more than a friend he was their guarding angel.
Sunday ~ WC: 186 (Sam pre-slash)
The truth of the matter was Sam didn’t need Lucifer to tell him how he secretly desired Dean, and has for at least half, if not all of his life. He’s not even sure when Dean went from idealized protective big-brother, to the man Sam had wet dreams over. Back then Sam innately knew it was wrong that he was wrong. It had been the reason he had to leave. Sam feared that if he didn’t he’d do something radical, that he react on impulse, and follow through on what his dreams continually teased and encouraged him to do.
When the opportunity to apply for scholarships presented itself - Sam leaped at the chance to save Dean from himself.
Now Sam had to endure Lucifer’s nightly torments telling him now if he says yes he could have Dean in every way he had ever desired and more. Still he’ll never say yes, he can’t. Though Lucifer speaks the truth of his desire that Sam wants Dean, Sam wants to save Dean even more; he can only pray that the strength he uses to say no continues to hold indefinitely...
Prompts:
Dean wished he had never opened the door that morning....
For Sam the facts were simple.
He never knew, when he started this......
Sometimes it felt like they had known each other forever.
Bobby found it hard to contain his surprise when he opened the door.
The darkness seemed to envelope them.....
The truth of the matter was..........
Monday ~ WC: 134 (wee!chesters)
Dean wishes he had never opened the door that morning, the smell was beyond disgusting. He should have known better, since Sam had been sick for the last two days. When he called dad, he gave Dean a recipe to fix for Sammy. At the time he was all for it. Sam hasn’t slept, meaning Dean didn’t sleep, and dad wasn’t back for another week. It was less a hunt than a ritual, and they had just started- if they stopped now, they wouldn’t be able to repeat the ritual for another month allowing the spiritual beast to move on.
Dean just didn’t expect the recipe to actually clean out Sam’s system. At first it did nothing, other than allow Sam to sleep. A few hours later Sam was running to the bathroom. Diarrhea.
Tuesday ~ WC: 117 (Sam pre-Stanford)
For Sam the facts were simple. Right was right, wrong was wrong, why did he get that and his brother and his father didn’t. Every lie they told, every scam it was wrong - even with the big picture it was something you shouldn’t do, but they did. This time however he followed their example. Over seventy-five percent of the application was correct, the grades, test scores, essays, the recommendation letters were true and factual. Though there were small gaps; he had no choice but to fill those in. It was either fund the lie to bridge those gaps to go to Stanford, or lose his chance to get out and leave the family business.
Sam chose Stanford.
Wednesday ~ WC: 148 (Dean gen)
He never knew, when he started this...... he had to be around eighteen or nineteen at the time. It started as a lark just to have something to do against his boredom. Dean ran his thumb down its sides. It was smooth sanded down to a fine point. Its weight light easy to grip and maneuver, fitting perfectly within his palm. It wasn’t Mr. Pointy, but it’d do in a pinch. He grinned, surprised of all the things dad could have been sentimental over, and Dean was surprised with how much from their childhood dad had saved in storage. Even more so that dad felt a need to pinch and add his version of Mr. Pointy to the assorted collection of keepsakes. Days like today, Dean thought his father was an enigma, but that didn’t stop the small smile gracing Dean’s face as his chest swelled with pride.
Thursday ~ WC: 155 (Sam/Jess)
Sometimes it felt like they had known each other forever. He loved the way she’d offer a knowing smile, the subtle soft touches on those mornings after he woke dreaming about his family. He loved Jess, she was his best friend. What they had, their connection how she was able to read him so easily when she didn’t know the entire truth - about him, his family. Not the whole story. Not that Sam actually lied, not really, but he did by omission. Even though Jess allowed him to change the subject, let him physically distract her, he could see it in her eyes - she knew what he was doing. Though she wouldn’t stop him, instead more often than not she’d hold him tighter; try to kiss away the hurt, the pain the memories. They didn’t have forever, but he’s thankful that they had those moments where it felt like they were living in forever.
Friday ~ WC: 190 (Bobby- Missouri, gen)
Bobby found it hard to contain his surprise when he opened the door as he sat in his wheelchair staring up at himself. Twenty or thirty seconds passed before he reacted out of the stupor, his hand wrapped around the cold handle of his gun that lay in his lap. Fingers automatically cocked and aimed ready to fire. A voice he recognized from over the years, boomed “Robert, don’t you dare do that!” it came from behind the him standing there. He watched as she pushed the him aside to make herself visible. Leaving Bobby no doubt that the voice matched the body - it was Missouri. “He's not a shifter." When he didn't respond, she sighed, "Damn it! I did not drive across this great country enduring every waffle house restaurant from Lawrence Kansas to here, just to watch you shoot yourself.”
Bobby just sat there staring, gun ready; he hesitated, but didn’t take his eyes off of the shifter. After a moment he demanded, “Who the hell are you?” The him standing there, his doppelganger took off his hat and wiped at his brow. “I’m you, five years from now.”
Saturday ~ WC: 178 (Sam, Dean, Castiel gen or slash)
The darkness seemed to envelope them. Dean appeared oblivious as Sam watched the insidious darkness wrap around and encase their bodies. Sam struggled to say something, to scream to warn Dean of the danger, but he just sat there lounging his back pressed up against the headboard as he continued watching TV, clicking the stations as if he was bored. A spiral of black slithered up Dean’s body wrapping itself around Dean’s neck, caressing his face. There it split like an octopus with tentacles, the tips stroking over the Dean’s mouth and nose. Sam didn’t need a mirror to know the same thing was happening to him. Just as a tentacle of blackness started breached Dean’s mouth, a blinding light appeared. The tentacle shriveled and withered into nothingness. Further away from the epicenter of light, Sam could make out the edges of black wings… as the darkness and his wings dissipated Castiel was standing there.
Whether they wanted him or not, Sam no longer had any doubt Castiel was more than a friend he was their guarding angel.
Sunday ~ WC: 186 (Sam pre-slash)
The truth of the matter was Sam didn’t need Lucifer to tell him how he secretly desired Dean, and has for at least half, if not all of his life. He’s not even sure when Dean went from idealized protective big-brother, to the man Sam had wet dreams over. Back then Sam innately knew it was wrong that he was wrong. It had been the reason he had to leave. Sam feared that if he didn’t he’d do something radical, that he react on impulse, and follow through on what his dreams continually teased and encouraged him to do.
When the opportunity to apply for scholarships presented itself - Sam leaped at the chance to save Dean from himself.
Now Sam had to endure Lucifer’s nightly torments telling him now if he says yes he could have Dean in every way he had ever desired and more. Still he’ll never say yes, he can’t. Though Lucifer speaks the truth of his desire that Sam wants Dean, Sam wants to save Dean even more; he can only pray that the strength he uses to say no continues to hold indefinitely...