{supernatural} heaven / lucky. / reflecting
Title: Heaven
Author: Aaronlisa
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company.
Prompts: Written for mini_nanowrimo where I signed up to write 250 words during November 2010.
Notes: Set sometime after Season Six. Contains mentions of character death.
Summary: He recognizes the place and knows that he’s been here before but at the same time he’s not exactly sure where he is.
Word Count: 361
He recognizes the place and knows that he’s been here before but at the same time he’s not exactly sure where he is. As he walks into the empty bar there’s a familiarity about the place, he can almost see the figures of the people that normally haunt the place. For a moment, Dean worries if he is a ghost. If he’s the haunt and everyone is seeing his incorporeal figure as he floats about. He shakes his head to clear it of the morbid thoughts as he feet carries him past the familiar mahogany bar. His fingers itch to trail upon the warm dark coloured wood. Dean can remember drinking plenty of whiskey at that bar. Yet at the same time, he can’t quite recall where he drank it.
He pauses for a moment and he’s certain that he can hear someone laughing, it’s distant as if it’s a memory of a long time ago when he was happier and more carefree than he is now, than he will ever be again. Dean continues walking, uncertain of where he’s going but willing to follow his body’s lead since it seems to know where to go. He stops when he finds himself in front of a door. The door reminds him of Ellen’s old roadhouse and his throat clogs up with unshed tears. He turns for a moment and he stares at the bar and looks at it but it’s not Ellen’s, not even close.
Dean turns back and traces the wood grain on the door before he knocks on it. It opens slowly and inside the room all of his friends are waiting there for him. And he realizes in that moment that he’s died again. This time, it’s not Hell that he’s been sent to but that other place. Yet it’s different than the Heaven he saw with Sammy, where he saw Ash and he wonders if that’s because this is what he wanted. He smiles as he steps into the room and takes the glass of whiskey from Jo. He slings his arm around her waist and doesn’t even worry about that other life that he’s left behind.
((END))
Title: Lucky
Author: Aaronlisa
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company.
Prompts: Written for spnland's drabble challenge; the prompt was luck.
Notes: Pre-series.
Summary: Dean's not actually lucky, he makes his own luck.
Word Count: 196
One of the easiest ways for Dean to make money in a hurry was either through a few games of pool or a few hands of poker. He was talented enough at both games that he almost always walked away from either game with enough money in his pocket for whatever he needed. His father hadn’t taught him how to play either game since he never had the time to do so. John Winchester was too focused on ensuring that his eldest boy would be a good solider, able to protect his younger brother.
Instead it had been Bobby who had taught Dean how to play pool during a long and hot summer when John had dropped the boys off in his care when Dean was fifteen. He had been taught how to play and cheat at poker by Pastor Jim during another long and hot summer when he had been thirteen. At first John had been angry that a man of God would teach his son how to gamble and how to cheat but Pastor Jim had merely given John a sad smile before telling him that Dean would need to make his own luck.
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Title: Reflecting
Author: aaronlisa
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company.
Notes: Written for day 28 of mini_nanowrimo where I signed up to write 250 words a month for November 2010. Set pre-series.
Summary: Dean reflects on his family on a stakeout.
Word Count: 382
Dean shivers in the cold and takes a sip of the hot coffee. He wonders how much longer he’ll have to wait on this stake out. He wants nothing better than to go back to the motel, have a hot shower and then crawl into bed. His whole body still aches from the last hunt and even though his dad is going easy on him, the cold is making it difficult for him. Yet Dean doesn’t dare ask for any more leniency than what he’s already received.
They’re working on three cases as it is and Dean’s stupidity has delayed them and possibly cost several lives in the process. If he had only listened to his father instead of trying to rush in and play the hero, then he might not have been injured and he might not have been put on this stake out in the first place. Dean knows that his father’s treatment of him has added to some of Sam’s general angst over hunting but his younger brother just doesn’t get the bigger picture.
It’s not that John Winchester is being hard on purpose instead he’s trying to teach his oldest son a very valuable lesson. And not just the typical lesson of only fools rush in but that rash decisions and actions have dire consequences in their line of work. Something that Sam doesn’t want to see. Instead Dean’s younger brother is stuck on the fact that John is pushing Dean to his limits. Dean sighs and takes another sip of the hot liquid. He thinks that perhaps being on the stake out is the better option. It might be cold enough to make his fingers ache when he flexes his hands but at least he doesn’t have to put with Sam’s bitch face and his whining about how their father is so heartless.
Sometimes Dean wonders if he was as bad as Sam was when he was his age but he knows that he wasn’t. He had his moments of rebellion and all but nothing like Sam. It worries him about where their family is headed. John and Sam are always locking horns and Dean’s afraid that it’ll fragment their family if it continues. He doesn’t have an answer or a ready solution and it bothers him.
((END))
Author: Aaronlisa
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company.
Prompts: Written for mini_nanowrimo where I signed up to write 250 words during November 2010.
Notes: Set sometime after Season Six. Contains mentions of character death.
Summary: He recognizes the place and knows that he’s been here before but at the same time he’s not exactly sure where he is.
Word Count: 361
He recognizes the place and knows that he’s been here before but at the same time he’s not exactly sure where he is. As he walks into the empty bar there’s a familiarity about the place, he can almost see the figures of the people that normally haunt the place. For a moment, Dean worries if he is a ghost. If he’s the haunt and everyone is seeing his incorporeal figure as he floats about. He shakes his head to clear it of the morbid thoughts as he feet carries him past the familiar mahogany bar. His fingers itch to trail upon the warm dark coloured wood. Dean can remember drinking plenty of whiskey at that bar. Yet at the same time, he can’t quite recall where he drank it.
He pauses for a moment and he’s certain that he can hear someone laughing, it’s distant as if it’s a memory of a long time ago when he was happier and more carefree than he is now, than he will ever be again. Dean continues walking, uncertain of where he’s going but willing to follow his body’s lead since it seems to know where to go. He stops when he finds himself in front of a door. The door reminds him of Ellen’s old roadhouse and his throat clogs up with unshed tears. He turns for a moment and he stares at the bar and looks at it but it’s not Ellen’s, not even close.
Dean turns back and traces the wood grain on the door before he knocks on it. It opens slowly and inside the room all of his friends are waiting there for him. And he realizes in that moment that he’s died again. This time, it’s not Hell that he’s been sent to but that other place. Yet it’s different than the Heaven he saw with Sammy, where he saw Ash and he wonders if that’s because this is what he wanted. He smiles as he steps into the room and takes the glass of whiskey from Jo. He slings his arm around her waist and doesn’t even worry about that other life that he’s left behind.
((END))
Title: Lucky
Author: Aaronlisa
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company.
Prompts: Written for spnland's drabble challenge; the prompt was luck.
Notes: Pre-series.
Summary: Dean's not actually lucky, he makes his own luck.
Word Count: 196
One of the easiest ways for Dean to make money in a hurry was either through a few games of pool or a few hands of poker. He was talented enough at both games that he almost always walked away from either game with enough money in his pocket for whatever he needed. His father hadn’t taught him how to play either game since he never had the time to do so. John Winchester was too focused on ensuring that his eldest boy would be a good solider, able to protect his younger brother.
Instead it had been Bobby who had taught Dean how to play pool during a long and hot summer when John had dropped the boys off in his care when Dean was fifteen. He had been taught how to play and cheat at poker by Pastor Jim during another long and hot summer when he had been thirteen. At first John had been angry that a man of God would teach his son how to gamble and how to cheat but Pastor Jim had merely given John a sad smile before telling him that Dean would need to make his own luck.
((END))
Title: Reflecting
Author: aaronlisa
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company.
Notes: Written for day 28 of mini_nanowrimo where I signed up to write 250 words a month for November 2010. Set pre-series.
Summary: Dean reflects on his family on a stakeout.
Word Count: 382
Dean shivers in the cold and takes a sip of the hot coffee. He wonders how much longer he’ll have to wait on this stake out. He wants nothing better than to go back to the motel, have a hot shower and then crawl into bed. His whole body still aches from the last hunt and even though his dad is going easy on him, the cold is making it difficult for him. Yet Dean doesn’t dare ask for any more leniency than what he’s already received.
They’re working on three cases as it is and Dean’s stupidity has delayed them and possibly cost several lives in the process. If he had only listened to his father instead of trying to rush in and play the hero, then he might not have been injured and he might not have been put on this stake out in the first place. Dean knows that his father’s treatment of him has added to some of Sam’s general angst over hunting but his younger brother just doesn’t get the bigger picture.
It’s not that John Winchester is being hard on purpose instead he’s trying to teach his oldest son a very valuable lesson. And not just the typical lesson of only fools rush in but that rash decisions and actions have dire consequences in their line of work. Something that Sam doesn’t want to see. Instead Dean’s younger brother is stuck on the fact that John is pushing Dean to his limits. Dean sighs and takes another sip of the hot liquid. He thinks that perhaps being on the stake out is the better option. It might be cold enough to make his fingers ache when he flexes his hands but at least he doesn’t have to put with Sam’s bitch face and his whining about how their father is so heartless.
Sometimes Dean wonders if he was as bad as Sam was when he was his age but he knows that he wasn’t. He had his moments of rebellion and all but nothing like Sam. It worries him about where their family is headed. John and Sam are always locking horns and Dean’s afraid that it’ll fragment their family if it continues. He doesn’t have an answer or a ready solution and it bothers him.
((END))