Insmallpackages fills!
Here are a couple fills I did for insmallpackages which is still going on, and is very cool/low key!
Fill Number 1
Genderswap art and/or fic! Supernatural or Teen Wolf, always-a-cis![opposite from current gender] or changed from a spell, or anything else! It doesn't matter!
Girl!Sam/Dean Christmas fluff, which should surprise exactly no one :)
Dean got the call just as he was handing over the cash at checkout and, because it was Dad, he juggled the bag and his change so he could answer instead of letting it go to voicemail.
"Dean? Get your sister together-we've got a job down in Arkansas. A New Year's Eve killer."
Frowning, Dean shoved the change into his pocket, holding the phone between his shoulder and his ear. "Yes, sir. When're you comin' back?"
"I'm halfway to Romance already. You and Sammy be down by tomorrow night. We'll meet up and take care 'a this thing."
"Romance?" Walking back out to the car, Dean made a face.
"Yeah, hell of a name."
"Dad, uh, you know tomorrow's Christmas, right?"
There was a moment of heavy silence, then, "Dean. You and Sam are both too old to be hung up on missin' a holiday. We've got a time-sensitive case."
Rolling his eyes from the safety of 500 miles away, Dean hung on the line. When his father heaved a sigh, he cracked a smile.
"You get down here by dinner, and we'll go out."
"Sammy'll like that."
"You drive careful. Roads'll be slick."
"Yes, sir."
"Tell your sister I said merry Christmas."
"Yes, sir."
*
Dean high-tailed it back to the apartment, barely remembering to stop for a day-old newspaper so he could wrap Sam's present. Christmas had just been bumped up a night so he had to work fast. On the way, he picked up dinner-all his and Sam's favorites from the local Chinese place. By the time he rolled into the driveway, the car smelled awesome and his heart was thump-thumping in his chest.
It was a second story apartment so he took the stairs two and three at a time, fumbling for his key on the landing. When he finally made it inside, he caught sight of Sam on her way into the bathroom. "Heya, Sammy," he called. "I got dinner, and Dad called."
"Wonderful," she said, not bothering to shut the door the whole way. "Don't tell me-Christmas is canceled in the name of hunting down Santa Claus who's actually a mean old wood elf.
As he walked past on the way to the kitchen, Dean heard her shuffling around, then the sound of her peeing.
"You're not far off."
Her reaction was swift and furious. "Ugh! Are you serious?"
"Sorry, kiddo. He said we could go out tomorrow night if we made it down in time."
More shuffling and then the toilet flushed. "Yeah right. Nobody's gonna be open except fast food. Just like every year."
The sink ran for a few seconds and then she yanked the door the rest of the way open, startling when she found Dean standing right there in the hall. She flushed a little, smiling and nervous. Her hair was up in a sloppy knot, and she wore a gray hoodie that had been his eons ago, back before he'd declared them uncool. The cuffs were ratty and stained light brown with old blood. Her jeans were her own, and they hugged her thighs more tightly, showing off the lean muscle she'd developed from cross country and three years of training with Dad and with Dean. She looked fucking fantastic.
It'd been three weeks.
Three weeks since she'd come into his room, said she couldn't sleep out of earshot of him, and then asked him if he ever thought about fucking her. She was terrified and fearless all at once, sick with worry and brash like only she could be. Three weeks since she crawled onto the bed and kissed him, shaking like a leaf with hands like ice. Three weeks since he folded back the blankets and let her slip inside with him.
They'd slept together as kids, but that had ended years before. And they always shared rooms in motels. It was only in this apartment, in a dumpy suburb of Muncie Indiana, that they had their own rooms. Sam was in her senior year and Dean took on local hunts while Dad went all over in the truck.
They'd been messing around for three weeks and Dean was stupid over it. Fucking giddy. He was smiling like a dope all the time, and his guts regularly gave him fits just thinking about her curling around him, touching his sides and his throat, kissing his face like he was something perfect and beautiful.
"I thought we should have Christmas tonight. Whattya say?"
She was almost as tall as him, 5'10" easy. He liked looking her right in the eye. She liked it, too.
"You got Chinese?"
"Yeah, like ten pounds of food, seriously."
Her eyes lit up and she grabbed his hand, dragging him into the kitchen after her. When he came up behind her at the counter and fit his arm snugly around her waist, he felt like the luckiest guy in the continental US. He'd been to all forty-eight states; he could say it with confidence.
*
They ate in front of the TV, their feast spread out on the coffee table between them. They watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer and made fun of the vampires exploding into dust at the touch of a stake to the heart.
When they were too stuffed to eat anything else, they sat on the floor and kissed until their greasy lips were wet and swollen, Sam's chin and cheeks red from his stubble. She knelt above his lap, straddling his hips, so that he had to tip his head back to see her face.
"We're gonna have to be careful after tomorrow," she said, voice barely audible over the TV. Scraping her fingers through his hair, she rested her cheek on the top of his head.
Dean inhaled his sister's scent-textbooks, coconut shampoo, and just the faintest hint of metal and violence-and caught the fabric of her hoodie between his teeth, nuzzled closer until he found her nipple. When she hissed and jerked in his arms, he leaned back. "We'll just have to make up for future lost time tonight, then," he said.
"He'll let us have our own room, right?"
"Yeah, don't worry, Sam," he soothed, sliding his palms up underneath the sweatshirt. "Dad's too paranoid to let you sleep alone, even if it is fucked up to share a room with your 21-year-old brother." Bracketing her ribcage with his hands, he spread his fingers wide and admired the solid strength of her torso, the way her stomach muscles flexed under his thumbs.
"Do you think we're fucked up?" she asked, voice just above a whisper.
Dean held on tighter, pressed his fingers into the grooves between her ribs. He looked her right in the eye and said, "I think we're fucking magnificent, Sammy."
*
Later that night, when he'd made her come twice on his tongue and she'd brought him off with her spit-slick palm, they decided to have Christmas in her bed. He pulled on his boxer shorts and she grabbed a tank top and her underwear, and the room smelled like sex, and it was perfect.
He opened his gift first, a small box wrapped meticulously in colorful magazine ads. Inside was a new watch-black with silver buttons.
"It's waterproof," Sam said, "because you're always falling in lakes and swimming pools on hunts." She pointed to where it said 'waterproof' on the packaging. "And it has a stopwatch for training. And an alarm so we don't..." She flushed. "...so we don't sleep in too late when Dad's around." Finally looking up, she said, "You like it?"
Dean wrestled the watch out of the packaging and grinned as he buckled it on. "Yeah, Sam, it's great. It's perfect." Leaning forward, caught her around the neck and tugged her into a quick kiss. When she started to pull back, he kept her forehead pressed to his. "Thank you."
She gave him the small crooked smile that had melted his heart since her first one at age eight. "You're welcome."
"But where'd you get the money?" he asked, still the concerned older brother. "This is a really nice watch."
Looking up at him and then away, she said, "Wrote a couple kids' papers for them. All they wanted were B's."
Dean laughed. "Hustling pool is way cooler but I guess this is more your style. Just don't let Dad catch you."
Sam rolled her eyes. "As if Dad gives two shits about what I do in school."
Not wanting to start in on that argument again, Dean picked up his present for Sam. "Your turn, sis-here." He pressed the package into her hands and then punched her gently in the shoulder. "Merry Christmas, kiddo."
Sam's pretty eyes widened as she eagerly took the present and ripped away the newspaper. Then she sucked in a quick breath and beamed up at him. "Oh my god, Dean, it's-it's perfect."
"Yeah? You like it?" Dean's whole body flushed warm with happiness as she unfolded the leather jacket and held it up.
"Yeah, I love it! The color is so cool!" The jacket was a deep reddish brown, cut slim at the waist. It was shiny and almost new with lots of buttons and zippers. "Where'd you get the money for this?" she asked in a hushed whisper.
"Took some extra hours at the garage. And-don't worry, Sammy, I got it from Goodwill."
Her expression relaxed as soon as he said it. Sam was always worrying about money and she would've hated if he'd spent more than he needed to, even if he'd wanted to.
"You wanna try it on? See if it fits?"
"Yeah," she said, standing up from the bed and shrugging into the coat. She settled her long arms and bony shoulders in the sleeves and, with her legs bare and the tank top exposing a strip of her stomach, Dean didn't think she'd ever looked sexier. "Whattya think?" she said, giving a quick twirl.
"I think I did good," he answered with a sly grin. Kneeing over to the edge of the bed, he hooked his fingers into the jacket pockets and tugged her forward until she bumped into the mattress. Sam's eyes strayed down to the watch on his wrist and she smiled, soft and happy.
Then, with a quick quirk of her lips, she tackled him backwards onto the bed. She bit at his earlobe and whispered "Best Christmas ever, Dean."
In retaliation, he wrapped both his arms and legs around her and squeezed until she was gasping and shrieking, then rolled her over and held himself up on his hands and knees. "Get ready for an even better New Years, 'cause tomorrow we're headed to Romance, Arkansas."
Wrinkling her nose, Sam laughed. "Just what I always wanted-New Years in Romance. Do we at least get to make out at midnight?"
Dean thought of all the stupid New Years parties he'd been to over the years, all the times he'd kissed total strangers, mouths sticky with lipstick and cheap champagne, a headache already building behind his eyes because alcohol and sugar didn't mix well for him. He thought about standing over an open grave with bones burning at the bottom, Sam at his side with her shotgun hanging by her hip, dirt smudged across her face. She'd grab his collar and kiss him and he'd have to watch for the iron blade in her belt.
"Hell yes, we can make out at midnight."
Fill Number 2!
A description of the vegetarian meal you would make to impress.
My vegetarian sushi is always a hit! Requires some assembly, and a second pair of hands cuts down on prep time. I'm just going to go through the instructions rather than listing all the ingredients first to save space. Also, this is an adapted style of sushi, in no way traditional or authentic beyond the ingredients used.
I try to get about 8-10 rolls from 1 and 1/2 cups of uncooked rice. And for a meal, I can eat 2 rolls.
First:
Start your rice. We use a rice cooker, and the rice cooker cup measure. Sushi rice is pivotal; it's sticky. Do the old 2:1 ration of water to rice, or slightly less.
Start your tofu. Use about half a block of extra firm sliced up into sticks. Fry up with a little sesame oil. Once it starts to crisp up a bit, add splashes of soy sauce (thin and thick), mirin, Frank's redhot, ketchup, and if you've got it, fresh ginger and garlic, though powdered works, too. You're going for a caramelized BBQ effect with the tofu. Fry it hard until it's dark and crispy, though watch the heat; it can burn. Stir every couple minutes. It'll probably take about 15-20 min. to get it right.
While the rice and tofu are cooking, chop your veggies. I do carrots, cucumber, avocado, scallions, and if I'm feeling funky, some roasted red peppers, dill pickles, and some feta. Slice them thin. Don't forget to stir the tofu!
Once the rice is done, for some extra flavor, sprinkle in some mirin and rice vinegar and fluff.
Once you've got all ingredients ready to go, it's time to assemble! I have a rolling mat, but honestly you could probably go without if you're gentle. Lay out a sheet of sushi paper, shiny side down, and spread a scant paddle of rice across it. Less is more in this case--don't go crazy with the rice. I try to stretch it. And make sure you leave about an inch at the top empty.
Next, lay your veggies and tofu, in whatever combination you like -- variety is the spice of life and all that -- in a line about a third of the way up the paper. Then, tuck and roll into a tight cylinder. When you've got it, give it a squeeze to make sure it all sticks together.
And repeat!
To slice for eating, USE A SERRATED KNIFE. So much easier.
For condiments, we make wasabi paste from the powder and a little water. Experiment with the thickness you like. Also soy sauce for dipping. And hubby makes a fantastic mayo hot sauce with mayo, chili paste, sesame oil, and lime juice.
There you have it! It's pretty impressive, if I do say so myself! And, bonus, all these ingredients are available in most good-sized grocery stores (except the thick soy sauce). Asian markets have more variety and better prices. Enjoy!
Fill Number 1
Genderswap art and/or fic! Supernatural or Teen Wolf, always-a-cis![opposite from current gender] or changed from a spell, or anything else! It doesn't matter!
Girl!Sam/Dean Christmas fluff, which should surprise exactly no one :)
Dean got the call just as he was handing over the cash at checkout and, because it was Dad, he juggled the bag and his change so he could answer instead of letting it go to voicemail.
"Dean? Get your sister together-we've got a job down in Arkansas. A New Year's Eve killer."
Frowning, Dean shoved the change into his pocket, holding the phone between his shoulder and his ear. "Yes, sir. When're you comin' back?"
"I'm halfway to Romance already. You and Sammy be down by tomorrow night. We'll meet up and take care 'a this thing."
"Romance?" Walking back out to the car, Dean made a face.
"Yeah, hell of a name."
"Dad, uh, you know tomorrow's Christmas, right?"
There was a moment of heavy silence, then, "Dean. You and Sam are both too old to be hung up on missin' a holiday. We've got a time-sensitive case."
Rolling his eyes from the safety of 500 miles away, Dean hung on the line. When his father heaved a sigh, he cracked a smile.
"You get down here by dinner, and we'll go out."
"Sammy'll like that."
"You drive careful. Roads'll be slick."
"Yes, sir."
"Tell your sister I said merry Christmas."
"Yes, sir."
*
Dean high-tailed it back to the apartment, barely remembering to stop for a day-old newspaper so he could wrap Sam's present. Christmas had just been bumped up a night so he had to work fast. On the way, he picked up dinner-all his and Sam's favorites from the local Chinese place. By the time he rolled into the driveway, the car smelled awesome and his heart was thump-thumping in his chest.
It was a second story apartment so he took the stairs two and three at a time, fumbling for his key on the landing. When he finally made it inside, he caught sight of Sam on her way into the bathroom. "Heya, Sammy," he called. "I got dinner, and Dad called."
"Wonderful," she said, not bothering to shut the door the whole way. "Don't tell me-Christmas is canceled in the name of hunting down Santa Claus who's actually a mean old wood elf.
As he walked past on the way to the kitchen, Dean heard her shuffling around, then the sound of her peeing.
"You're not far off."
Her reaction was swift and furious. "Ugh! Are you serious?"
"Sorry, kiddo. He said we could go out tomorrow night if we made it down in time."
More shuffling and then the toilet flushed. "Yeah right. Nobody's gonna be open except fast food. Just like every year."
The sink ran for a few seconds and then she yanked the door the rest of the way open, startling when she found Dean standing right there in the hall. She flushed a little, smiling and nervous. Her hair was up in a sloppy knot, and she wore a gray hoodie that had been his eons ago, back before he'd declared them uncool. The cuffs were ratty and stained light brown with old blood. Her jeans were her own, and they hugged her thighs more tightly, showing off the lean muscle she'd developed from cross country and three years of training with Dad and with Dean. She looked fucking fantastic.
It'd been three weeks.
Three weeks since she'd come into his room, said she couldn't sleep out of earshot of him, and then asked him if he ever thought about fucking her. She was terrified and fearless all at once, sick with worry and brash like only she could be. Three weeks since she crawled onto the bed and kissed him, shaking like a leaf with hands like ice. Three weeks since he folded back the blankets and let her slip inside with him.
They'd slept together as kids, but that had ended years before. And they always shared rooms in motels. It was only in this apartment, in a dumpy suburb of Muncie Indiana, that they had their own rooms. Sam was in her senior year and Dean took on local hunts while Dad went all over in the truck.
They'd been messing around for three weeks and Dean was stupid over it. Fucking giddy. He was smiling like a dope all the time, and his guts regularly gave him fits just thinking about her curling around him, touching his sides and his throat, kissing his face like he was something perfect and beautiful.
"I thought we should have Christmas tonight. Whattya say?"
She was almost as tall as him, 5'10" easy. He liked looking her right in the eye. She liked it, too.
"You got Chinese?"
"Yeah, like ten pounds of food, seriously."
Her eyes lit up and she grabbed his hand, dragging him into the kitchen after her. When he came up behind her at the counter and fit his arm snugly around her waist, he felt like the luckiest guy in the continental US. He'd been to all forty-eight states; he could say it with confidence.
*
They ate in front of the TV, their feast spread out on the coffee table between them. They watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer and made fun of the vampires exploding into dust at the touch of a stake to the heart.
When they were too stuffed to eat anything else, they sat on the floor and kissed until their greasy lips were wet and swollen, Sam's chin and cheeks red from his stubble. She knelt above his lap, straddling his hips, so that he had to tip his head back to see her face.
"We're gonna have to be careful after tomorrow," she said, voice barely audible over the TV. Scraping her fingers through his hair, she rested her cheek on the top of his head.
Dean inhaled his sister's scent-textbooks, coconut shampoo, and just the faintest hint of metal and violence-and caught the fabric of her hoodie between his teeth, nuzzled closer until he found her nipple. When she hissed and jerked in his arms, he leaned back. "We'll just have to make up for future lost time tonight, then," he said.
"He'll let us have our own room, right?"
"Yeah, don't worry, Sam," he soothed, sliding his palms up underneath the sweatshirt. "Dad's too paranoid to let you sleep alone, even if it is fucked up to share a room with your 21-year-old brother." Bracketing her ribcage with his hands, he spread his fingers wide and admired the solid strength of her torso, the way her stomach muscles flexed under his thumbs.
"Do you think we're fucked up?" she asked, voice just above a whisper.
Dean held on tighter, pressed his fingers into the grooves between her ribs. He looked her right in the eye and said, "I think we're fucking magnificent, Sammy."
*
Later that night, when he'd made her come twice on his tongue and she'd brought him off with her spit-slick palm, they decided to have Christmas in her bed. He pulled on his boxer shorts and she grabbed a tank top and her underwear, and the room smelled like sex, and it was perfect.
He opened his gift first, a small box wrapped meticulously in colorful magazine ads. Inside was a new watch-black with silver buttons.
"It's waterproof," Sam said, "because you're always falling in lakes and swimming pools on hunts." She pointed to where it said 'waterproof' on the packaging. "And it has a stopwatch for training. And an alarm so we don't..." She flushed. "...so we don't sleep in too late when Dad's around." Finally looking up, she said, "You like it?"
Dean wrestled the watch out of the packaging and grinned as he buckled it on. "Yeah, Sam, it's great. It's perfect." Leaning forward, caught her around the neck and tugged her into a quick kiss. When she started to pull back, he kept her forehead pressed to his. "Thank you."
She gave him the small crooked smile that had melted his heart since her first one at age eight. "You're welcome."
"But where'd you get the money?" he asked, still the concerned older brother. "This is a really nice watch."
Looking up at him and then away, she said, "Wrote a couple kids' papers for them. All they wanted were B's."
Dean laughed. "Hustling pool is way cooler but I guess this is more your style. Just don't let Dad catch you."
Sam rolled her eyes. "As if Dad gives two shits about what I do in school."
Not wanting to start in on that argument again, Dean picked up his present for Sam. "Your turn, sis-here." He pressed the package into her hands and then punched her gently in the shoulder. "Merry Christmas, kiddo."
Sam's pretty eyes widened as she eagerly took the present and ripped away the newspaper. Then she sucked in a quick breath and beamed up at him. "Oh my god, Dean, it's-it's perfect."
"Yeah? You like it?" Dean's whole body flushed warm with happiness as she unfolded the leather jacket and held it up.
"Yeah, I love it! The color is so cool!" The jacket was a deep reddish brown, cut slim at the waist. It was shiny and almost new with lots of buttons and zippers. "Where'd you get the money for this?" she asked in a hushed whisper.
"Took some extra hours at the garage. And-don't worry, Sammy, I got it from Goodwill."
Her expression relaxed as soon as he said it. Sam was always worrying about money and she would've hated if he'd spent more than he needed to, even if he'd wanted to.
"You wanna try it on? See if it fits?"
"Yeah," she said, standing up from the bed and shrugging into the coat. She settled her long arms and bony shoulders in the sleeves and, with her legs bare and the tank top exposing a strip of her stomach, Dean didn't think she'd ever looked sexier. "Whattya think?" she said, giving a quick twirl.
"I think I did good," he answered with a sly grin. Kneeing over to the edge of the bed, he hooked his fingers into the jacket pockets and tugged her forward until she bumped into the mattress. Sam's eyes strayed down to the watch on his wrist and she smiled, soft and happy.
Then, with a quick quirk of her lips, she tackled him backwards onto the bed. She bit at his earlobe and whispered "Best Christmas ever, Dean."
In retaliation, he wrapped both his arms and legs around her and squeezed until she was gasping and shrieking, then rolled her over and held himself up on his hands and knees. "Get ready for an even better New Years, 'cause tomorrow we're headed to Romance, Arkansas."
Wrinkling her nose, Sam laughed. "Just what I always wanted-New Years in Romance. Do we at least get to make out at midnight?"
Dean thought of all the stupid New Years parties he'd been to over the years, all the times he'd kissed total strangers, mouths sticky with lipstick and cheap champagne, a headache already building behind his eyes because alcohol and sugar didn't mix well for him. He thought about standing over an open grave with bones burning at the bottom, Sam at his side with her shotgun hanging by her hip, dirt smudged across her face. She'd grab his collar and kiss him and he'd have to watch for the iron blade in her belt.
"Hell yes, we can make out at midnight."
Fill Number 2!
A description of the vegetarian meal you would make to impress.
My vegetarian sushi is always a hit! Requires some assembly, and a second pair of hands cuts down on prep time. I'm just going to go through the instructions rather than listing all the ingredients first to save space. Also, this is an adapted style of sushi, in no way traditional or authentic beyond the ingredients used.
I try to get about 8-10 rolls from 1 and 1/2 cups of uncooked rice. And for a meal, I can eat 2 rolls.
First:
Start your rice. We use a rice cooker, and the rice cooker cup measure. Sushi rice is pivotal; it's sticky. Do the old 2:1 ration of water to rice, or slightly less.
Start your tofu. Use about half a block of extra firm sliced up into sticks. Fry up with a little sesame oil. Once it starts to crisp up a bit, add splashes of soy sauce (thin and thick), mirin, Frank's redhot, ketchup, and if you've got it, fresh ginger and garlic, though powdered works, too. You're going for a caramelized BBQ effect with the tofu. Fry it hard until it's dark and crispy, though watch the heat; it can burn. Stir every couple minutes. It'll probably take about 15-20 min. to get it right.
While the rice and tofu are cooking, chop your veggies. I do carrots, cucumber, avocado, scallions, and if I'm feeling funky, some roasted red peppers, dill pickles, and some feta. Slice them thin. Don't forget to stir the tofu!
Once the rice is done, for some extra flavor, sprinkle in some mirin and rice vinegar and fluff.
Once you've got all ingredients ready to go, it's time to assemble! I have a rolling mat, but honestly you could probably go without if you're gentle. Lay out a sheet of sushi paper, shiny side down, and spread a scant paddle of rice across it. Less is more in this case--don't go crazy with the rice. I try to stretch it. And make sure you leave about an inch at the top empty.
Next, lay your veggies and tofu, in whatever combination you like -- variety is the spice of life and all that -- in a line about a third of the way up the paper. Then, tuck and roll into a tight cylinder. When you've got it, give it a squeeze to make sure it all sticks together.
And repeat!
To slice for eating, USE A SERRATED KNIFE. So much easier.
For condiments, we make wasabi paste from the powder and a little water. Experiment with the thickness you like. Also soy sauce for dipping. And hubby makes a fantastic mayo hot sauce with mayo, chili paste, sesame oil, and lime juice.
There you have it! It's pretty impressive, if I do say so myself! And, bonus, all these ingredients are available in most good-sized grocery stores (except the thick soy sauce). Asian markets have more variety and better prices. Enjoy!