8 SPN drabbles
These were written for a spnland drabble challenge but now that spnland has been put on hold I didn't see any reason not to post.
8 Supernatural un-betaed, double-drabbles (200 words or less).
Title: The one where Castiel is a child and the Apocalypse is put on hold
Warnings: Could be considered spoilery for 5x01
It wasn’t really Castiel’s fault, but then Sam and Dean weren’t owning up to anything either. It had all started when Dean found the remote. While both trying to press buttons at the same time there was a loud bang and next thing they knew Castiel, who had turned up out of nowhere with a flap of wings, vanished.
They both stared at the spot where Castiel had stood, or more at the small child who sat there with a befuddled look on his face while tugging at the long trenchcoat that he was swimming in.
“What the- where’s Cas?”.
The toddler looked at Dean with piercing blue eyes and a glare so terrifying only a 3 million year old celestial being could achieve while his host had been zapped back to naptime and juice in a sippy cup.
That’s when the yelling started. Between all the shouting none of them heard the knock at the door. They looked up to see a middle aged man looking rather embarrassed.
“I’ll just come back later”.
He then proceeded to disappear in a puff of black smoke and brimstone.
Dean frowned, “Wasn’t that the dude from Lost?”.
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Title: Hellish jokes
Warnings: Spoilers for 3x16: No Rest For The Wicked
“I’m going to hell”.
Dean had heard those words so many times, normally in jest.
He realised though, staring into the face of a hellhound, a guard dog of the seven circles that the only joke here was on him.
When Dean went to hell he went with a fight. Out with a bang, just like he wanted. The last thing he remembered of his humanity, his mortality was pain. He felt the teeth bite into him, the snapping of bones, tearing of flesh, screaming and whimpering that must have been his.
What was ironic was that he spent his entire sentence wishing for that moment. The cold that settled over his body, the numbness. He didn’t know that he would laugh, choking on his own blood as he spat into the face of hell itself, praying that he had held onto being a hellhound’s chew toy for just a few seconds longer.
But maybe one day he would get the joke, find a new reason to laugh.
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Title: Bad Luck Tuesdays
Warnings: Spoilers for 3x11: Mystery Spot
Dean didn’t believe in jinxes but something about him and Tuesdays just didn’t mix. Bad things always happened to him on that dreaded day of the week. Hell, he could give you a list as long as his leg stating all the reasons why he hated it and it hated him.
But there he was in a god-awful small town without even a good bar, waiting for Sam to wake up so they could go investigate some stupid tourist attraction. On a Tuesday.
As he sat down on the creaky, miscoloured motel bed and started to tie up his shoes the alarm flicked on and a familiar beat blasted from the radio.
He grinned, mouthing along to ‘Heat Of The Moment’ as Sam groaned and tried to cover his head with his pillow.
Maybe this day would be okay and after all, Tuesdays only come once a week.
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Title: Sympathy For The Devil
Warning: Spoilers for plot of season 5
Lucifer was unlike they’d expected. Sam assumed he’d be like any other demon they’d met, only worst. An insane, backwoods psychopath. Dean was holding out for the spitting image of Hellboy, mainly just to make jokes about horns.
The man that stood before them though looked… normal. Human. He was well presented, soft-spoken. A gentlemen.
He showed patience, understanding. He was graceful, he had grace. He had a soul.
By all terms, Lucifer was still an angel. He didn’t fall nor did he jump - he was thrown.
Sam had listened to Dean mumble something about angels, demons and where the line was drawn but Sam couldn’t help but wonder, but be curious.
What would it be like? To be cast out from your family? To lose everything and everyone you loved because you had a difference of a opinion with them?
Sam found himself sympathising with the devil, true to the song. He understood where he was coming from. He told himself he did.
And then he only wondered one thing.
What would it be like? To say yes?
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Title: Thunder and lightning, day and night
Warnings: None
There was no calm before the storm in a Winchester’s life, the rain poured down on them each and every single day. Two brothers in a fight against what’s wrong, against the end, against each other. Two men as opposite as day and night.
Sharp angles and smooth curves. Personalities and moods that grate against each other. Harsh words and cruel names that mask the worry and overprotection. Brothers to the core.
Thunder and lightning chasing each other across the sky, losing themselves in the clouds.
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Title: Good Intentions
Warnings: None
Caught in a world he didn‘t belong to, Sam ran. Chest heaving, feet pounding as he fled from some unseeable evil, some inescapable fate. The landscape was a blur as he moved but he knew Dean was just ahead of him. Obediently he followed his brother but soon they were running side by side. As Sam overtook Dean he let out a laugh, a grin spreading across his face.
Head down, focused on getting away, escaping. But from what?
Memories he hadn’t lived haunted him, yellow eyes and ruby lips stalked him. The dark whispered to his blood, calling to him. It enveloped him and found himself giving in, grateful for the cool that slipped over his body as he continued to run. What he was doing was right, it had to be. He was a hero, not a monster.
It wasn't until he’d finally felt safe enough to stop that he noticed his brother wasn't with him anymore.
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Title: The Death Of Me
Warnings: spoilers for 1x01
The first time Jessica laid eyes on Sam Winchester she knew he’d be the death of her. Tall and dark, he smiled at her from under his bangs and her knees went weak.
He taught her about the things in the dark and how her worst nightmares were real. She would have hated him if he hadn’t also handed her the key to her own salvation, that and the dimpled smile he gave her.
Together they made a home, a fortress that no supernatural creature could penetrate. She enjoyed the excitement, living a double life. She looked around and wonder how many people were still breathing because of her Sam.
As far as they were concerned there was no other world outside of their four main walls. Unfortunately, the world thought otherwise.
It just took one moment, one split second of misjudgement for everything to come crashing down. She cursed herself for her stupidity, she should have done something, should have seen it coming. After all, the first time Jessica had laid eyes on Sam Winchester she’d known he’d be the death of her.
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Title: My cure, your disease
Warnings: None
you were my cure
and i was your disease
i was killing you
and you were saving me
-hit the floor-
He knows he shouldn’t love her, shouldn’t want her but she’s like sunshine and a breath of fresh air in his life. With three words she entered his world (Hi, I'm Jess) and with just three more he lost her (I love you).
Love can be death sentence when you hunt, a weakness, a way for the enemy to attack you but he wasn’t a hunter anymore. He told himself that every night as he curled protectively around Jess, unable to sleep as he wondered for the hundredth time if that noise really was just the wind.
You can’t escape your past, it haunts you, follows you, much like love but unlike his past he gave into his emotions. The warmth and light that felt so right.
Jess made him a better person, with her bubbly personality and gentle kisses he found himself smiling and laughing. He was finding himself in her.
She was saving him, the cure he’d been looking for his whole life. He didn’t stop to think about what he was doing to her.
8 Supernatural un-betaed, double-drabbles (200 words or less).
Title: The one where Castiel is a child and the Apocalypse is put on hold
Warnings: Could be considered spoilery for 5x01
It wasn’t really Castiel’s fault, but then Sam and Dean weren’t owning up to anything either. It had all started when Dean found the remote. While both trying to press buttons at the same time there was a loud bang and next thing they knew Castiel, who had turned up out of nowhere with a flap of wings, vanished.
They both stared at the spot where Castiel had stood, or more at the small child who sat there with a befuddled look on his face while tugging at the long trenchcoat that he was swimming in.
“What the- where’s Cas?”.
The toddler looked at Dean with piercing blue eyes and a glare so terrifying only a 3 million year old celestial being could achieve while his host had been zapped back to naptime and juice in a sippy cup.
That’s when the yelling started. Between all the shouting none of them heard the knock at the door. They looked up to see a middle aged man looking rather embarrassed.
“I’ll just come back later”.
He then proceeded to disappear in a puff of black smoke and brimstone.
Dean frowned, “Wasn’t that the dude from Lost?”.
+
Title: Hellish jokes
Warnings: Spoilers for 3x16: No Rest For The Wicked
“I’m going to hell”.
Dean had heard those words so many times, normally in jest.
He realised though, staring into the face of a hellhound, a guard dog of the seven circles that the only joke here was on him.
When Dean went to hell he went with a fight. Out with a bang, just like he wanted. The last thing he remembered of his humanity, his mortality was pain. He felt the teeth bite into him, the snapping of bones, tearing of flesh, screaming and whimpering that must have been his.
What was ironic was that he spent his entire sentence wishing for that moment. The cold that settled over his body, the numbness. He didn’t know that he would laugh, choking on his own blood as he spat into the face of hell itself, praying that he had held onto being a hellhound’s chew toy for just a few seconds longer.
But maybe one day he would get the joke, find a new reason to laugh.
+
Title: Bad Luck Tuesdays
Warnings: Spoilers for 3x11: Mystery Spot
Dean didn’t believe in jinxes but something about him and Tuesdays just didn’t mix. Bad things always happened to him on that dreaded day of the week. Hell, he could give you a list as long as his leg stating all the reasons why he hated it and it hated him.
But there he was in a god-awful small town without even a good bar, waiting for Sam to wake up so they could go investigate some stupid tourist attraction. On a Tuesday.
As he sat down on the creaky, miscoloured motel bed and started to tie up his shoes the alarm flicked on and a familiar beat blasted from the radio.
He grinned, mouthing along to ‘Heat Of The Moment’ as Sam groaned and tried to cover his head with his pillow.
Maybe this day would be okay and after all, Tuesdays only come once a week.
+
Title: Sympathy For The Devil
Warning: Spoilers for plot of season 5
Lucifer was unlike they’d expected. Sam assumed he’d be like any other demon they’d met, only worst. An insane, backwoods psychopath. Dean was holding out for the spitting image of Hellboy, mainly just to make jokes about horns.
The man that stood before them though looked… normal. Human. He was well presented, soft-spoken. A gentlemen.
He showed patience, understanding. He was graceful, he had grace. He had a soul.
By all terms, Lucifer was still an angel. He didn’t fall nor did he jump - he was thrown.
Sam had listened to Dean mumble something about angels, demons and where the line was drawn but Sam couldn’t help but wonder, but be curious.
What would it be like? To be cast out from your family? To lose everything and everyone you loved because you had a difference of a opinion with them?
Sam found himself sympathising with the devil, true to the song. He understood where he was coming from. He told himself he did.
And then he only wondered one thing.
What would it be like? To say yes?
+
Title: Thunder and lightning, day and night
Warnings: None
There was no calm before the storm in a Winchester’s life, the rain poured down on them each and every single day. Two brothers in a fight against what’s wrong, against the end, against each other. Two men as opposite as day and night.
Sharp angles and smooth curves. Personalities and moods that grate against each other. Harsh words and cruel names that mask the worry and overprotection. Brothers to the core.
Thunder and lightning chasing each other across the sky, losing themselves in the clouds.
+
Title: Good Intentions
Warnings: None
Caught in a world he didn‘t belong to, Sam ran. Chest heaving, feet pounding as he fled from some unseeable evil, some inescapable fate. The landscape was a blur as he moved but he knew Dean was just ahead of him. Obediently he followed his brother but soon they were running side by side. As Sam overtook Dean he let out a laugh, a grin spreading across his face.
Head down, focused on getting away, escaping. But from what?
Memories he hadn’t lived haunted him, yellow eyes and ruby lips stalked him. The dark whispered to his blood, calling to him. It enveloped him and found himself giving in, grateful for the cool that slipped over his body as he continued to run. What he was doing was right, it had to be. He was a hero, not a monster.
It wasn't until he’d finally felt safe enough to stop that he noticed his brother wasn't with him anymore.
+
Title: The Death Of Me
Warnings: spoilers for 1x01
The first time Jessica laid eyes on Sam Winchester she knew he’d be the death of her. Tall and dark, he smiled at her from under his bangs and her knees went weak.
He taught her about the things in the dark and how her worst nightmares were real. She would have hated him if he hadn’t also handed her the key to her own salvation, that and the dimpled smile he gave her.
Together they made a home, a fortress that no supernatural creature could penetrate. She enjoyed the excitement, living a double life. She looked around and wonder how many people were still breathing because of her Sam.
As far as they were concerned there was no other world outside of their four main walls. Unfortunately, the world thought otherwise.
It just took one moment, one split second of misjudgement for everything to come crashing down. She cursed herself for her stupidity, she should have done something, should have seen it coming. After all, the first time Jessica had laid eyes on Sam Winchester she’d known he’d be the death of her.
+
Title: My cure, your disease
Warnings: None
you were my cure
and i was your disease
i was killing you
and you were saving me
-hit the floor-
He knows he shouldn’t love her, shouldn’t want her but she’s like sunshine and a breath of fresh air in his life. With three words she entered his world (Hi, I'm Jess) and with just three more he lost her (I love you).
Love can be death sentence when you hunt, a weakness, a way for the enemy to attack you but he wasn’t a hunter anymore. He told himself that every night as he curled protectively around Jess, unable to sleep as he wondered for the hundredth time if that noise really was just the wind.
You can’t escape your past, it haunts you, follows you, much like love but unlike his past he gave into his emotions. The warmth and light that felt so right.
Jess made him a better person, with her bubbly personality and gentle kisses he found himself smiling and laughing. He was finding himself in her.
She was saving him, the cure he’d been looking for his whole life. He didn’t stop to think about what he was doing to her.