4 SPN drabbles - No Pain, No Gain
Things that make me go squee.
Jensen Ackles in dirty boots. The full body shot of him in black shirt and dirty jeans and dirty boots. Anyone want to write JA/JP(and for no good reason other than he's hot)/JDM dirty boys slash? I have this image of JDM saying dirty boys. It's a good image.
Ahem. I'm working on a couple of fics at the moment, but my brain is jumpy, as it knows I'm going back to work soon. So I wrote 4 drabbles for the supernatural100 prompt - gain
TITLE: No Pain, No Gain.
RATING: PG13 (gen)
CHARACTERS: Dean, Sam and John
NOTES: 4 x 100 word drabbles. Various stages in the Winchesters' life
1
“Sammy, come on, son. It’ll be over real quick.”
Sam’s mouth is circle of howled displeasure, and he squirms on John’s knee, tiny fists batting his chest in outrage.
John throws an apologetic look at the doctor, who nods patiently and watches him lose the wrestling match with his four-year-old tiger cub.
“Sammy, settle down.” He tries stern this time. Sam howls louder.
Dean kneels in front of Sam, holds out the bag of M&Ms John bought him a week ago. “Take your shots, and I’ll give you the rest, okay?”
Sam quiets instantly, takes his shots without a whimper.
2
“- king hate him.” Sam can’t be that exhausted if he can still speak. “Fucking sadist.”
Dean’s on his fifth set of crunches, the burn in his abs so bad it’s good. “Shut up, Sam.” He huffs it out as he comes up, elbows to knees every time because Dad’s watching.
“I’m not doing this any more. He can’t make me.”
Dean flips over, starts another set of push-ups. “You know that hot chick next door?”
Sam nods, matching Dean’s rhythm.
“She is so checking us out right now.” Dean grins over at him. “No pain, no gain, Sammy boy.”
3
“Will you stop bitching, Sam?” Dean lies back on the bed, his ribs shrieking in protest.
“Will you stop being an idiot, Dean?” Sam spits back
Dean flips him the finger, but carefully. Damn, that guy’s chin was hard. He studies his bruised knuckles, then grins.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Sam’s been doing variations on this theme for the last half-hour, and it’s starting to wear Dean out.
“I was thinking it might be nice to eat tomorrow.” Dean reaches into his pocket, tosses Sam the wad of bills from tonight’s pool game. “No pain, no gain, dude.”
4
It hurts.
Like someone took red hot wire and looped it around his knees, then pulled it tight till it bit into the flesh there.
And that’s only when he stands. When he walks, it becomes barbed wire. Each step, it gouges in deeper, and the first time the physio made him walk he bawled like a baby.
But it’s got better, or maybe he’s got used to it. He no longer cries when he takes a step.
But it’s worth every moment of the pain, to be there, standing by his brother’s hospital bed when Dean finally wakes up.
Jensen Ackles in dirty boots. The full body shot of him in black shirt and dirty jeans and dirty boots. Anyone want to write JA/JP(and for no good reason other than he's hot)/JDM dirty boys slash? I have this image of JDM saying dirty boys. It's a good image.
Ahem. I'm working on a couple of fics at the moment, but my brain is jumpy, as it knows I'm going back to work soon. So I wrote 4 drabbles for the supernatural100 prompt - gain
TITLE: No Pain, No Gain.
RATING: PG13 (gen)
CHARACTERS: Dean, Sam and John
NOTES: 4 x 100 word drabbles. Various stages in the Winchesters' life
1
“Sammy, come on, son. It’ll be over real quick.”
Sam’s mouth is circle of howled displeasure, and he squirms on John’s knee, tiny fists batting his chest in outrage.
John throws an apologetic look at the doctor, who nods patiently and watches him lose the wrestling match with his four-year-old tiger cub.
“Sammy, settle down.” He tries stern this time. Sam howls louder.
Dean kneels in front of Sam, holds out the bag of M&Ms John bought him a week ago. “Take your shots, and I’ll give you the rest, okay?”
Sam quiets instantly, takes his shots without a whimper.
2
“- king hate him.” Sam can’t be that exhausted if he can still speak. “Fucking sadist.”
Dean’s on his fifth set of crunches, the burn in his abs so bad it’s good. “Shut up, Sam.” He huffs it out as he comes up, elbows to knees every time because Dad’s watching.
“I’m not doing this any more. He can’t make me.”
Dean flips over, starts another set of push-ups. “You know that hot chick next door?”
Sam nods, matching Dean’s rhythm.
“She is so checking us out right now.” Dean grins over at him. “No pain, no gain, Sammy boy.”
3
“Will you stop bitching, Sam?” Dean lies back on the bed, his ribs shrieking in protest.
“Will you stop being an idiot, Dean?” Sam spits back
Dean flips him the finger, but carefully. Damn, that guy’s chin was hard. He studies his bruised knuckles, then grins.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Sam’s been doing variations on this theme for the last half-hour, and it’s starting to wear Dean out.
“I was thinking it might be nice to eat tomorrow.” Dean reaches into his pocket, tosses Sam the wad of bills from tonight’s pool game. “No pain, no gain, dude.”
4
It hurts.
Like someone took red hot wire and looped it around his knees, then pulled it tight till it bit into the flesh there.
And that’s only when he stands. When he walks, it becomes barbed wire. Each step, it gouges in deeper, and the first time the physio made him walk he bawled like a baby.
But it’s got better, or maybe he’s got used to it. He no longer cries when he takes a step.
But it’s worth every moment of the pain, to be there, standing by his brother’s hospital bed when Dean finally wakes up.