"Untitled Ficlets"

[kellifer_fic]

Some wing!fic ficlets by request - set pre, during and post the current wing!fic arc.

Title: Untitled Ficlets
Rating/Warning: Mature (language)
Wordcount: 1,574
Spoilers: None
Fandom: SPN
By: kellifer_fic
Category: Gen
Notes: Part of my gen wing!fic verse. Thanks to *superfox* for the superfast beta. Further author's notes at the bottom.
Disclaimer: Written

Comments

[iamstealthyone]

I’ll be Yours

I like how much you convey about the entire family in such a short space here.

Favorite lines:

Sammy is growing like a weed and the wings are an extra thing he can knock Dean around with, much to Dean’s consternation.

*snickers*

“Nah,” John says, shaking his head. “I’m not going to believe anything that tries to tell me that boy ain’t mine, so there’s no point.”

*pets him*

Breathe (2am)

Aww, very cute and sweet. :)

Favorite lines:

As Dean watches, tiny hands appear at the edges of the blanket, flailing, maybe reaching.

Cute!

“Man, I’m going to think of the song every time I say that,” Dean says with a snort.

I will too, now. *smacks Dean*

*g*

“Well, maybe you can call him by his name then,” Sam says, mouth souring into a pissy little line

*snickers* I love me some pissy!Sam.

Good Morning

Good look at the pros and cons of those wings.

Favorite lines:

He didn’t think he’d ever meet a girl and fall in love.

Oh, Sam.

He banks and then shoots down, pulling up at the last second, thumping the Impala’s roof with a sneaker

I love this! *g*

He heads straight into the dawn, the world warming as he does, and the countryside laid bare below.

Sometimes he loves them.

Aww. Nicely ended. :)

I Won’t Make You

A hand lands on his shoulder and Dean shrugs it off.

“You just keep on telling yourself that.”

Ow.

Very good look at the aftermath of Sam losing his wings. I really like the quiet grief you capture here.

Wild Horses

Tee hee! Dean’s too cute here, and I love Sam’s exasperation and the ornery horse.

Favorite lines:

Sam is looking at him, a little aghast. “You went to buy beer, Dean,” Sam says, looking at the two horse standing behind his brother. The horses look at each other and then back at Sam, like they’re both saying, Yeah, we couldn’t believe it either.

LOL!

The brown horse with a white stripe on his nose nudges Dean in the side and his brother stumbles sideways a few steps and then scowls. Okay, so that almost endears the thing to Sam.

*snickers*

“You named them after the brothers in The Lost Boys, didn’t you?” he asks and Dean grins and nods.

*g*

You Want Blood

“He has a guardian but it won’t save him. It won’t save any of them,” the demon hisses, bloodied spittle flying from its lips. “My lord will have them all in the end, every tiny fragment.”

Eek! Creepy!