Fic: Supernatural Drabbles
Supernatural Drabbles...all PG or PG-13, and may contain insinuations of incest.
Title: You Deserve Much Better Than Me (prompt #29)
Author: Corona
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Incest
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: Written for
set2music
Dean's always afraid he'll go too far, afraid he'll want too much, that he'll push too hard. Because this new thing between them, this new thing that's broken and fucked up and just fucking wrong... it means too much.
It's wrong that he knows exactly how to make Sam curve under him, that he knows what his skin tastes like under his tongue, the sound he makes when he's right near the edge. God just the smell of him rolling over in the sheets is too much some mornings and he has to get up, has to get out until he can breathe again.
But he can't tell, jesus fucking christ he can't tell. Can't tell Sam that it's not just adrenaline and need and tight hard fury that makes them slam together where no one can see.
It's not sane, the need he has for Sam, it's not healthy, it's hard and bloody and desperate every damn time. But Dean wants to make it easy, wants to make it something less painful, because Sam deserves better, better than this, better than him.
Sam deserves curves and smiles and long blonde hair, he deserves something soft, something sweet, something better.
Title: On Such A Breakable Thread (Prompt #39)
Author: Corona
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: Written for
set2music
Sam knows he should be yelling, knows he should be making threats the like of which the world has never seen before. Everything starting with 'why' and 'how could you.' He wants to shake him, wants that taste of fury that's been missing since Sam came back. But Dean looks so raw, elbows balanced on his knees, eyes thin and pale and too wide
Bobby and Ellen are too close, the wall separating them paper thin but there's too much it's too bright and sharp to sleep on, too awful.
So they just sit there, and say nothing at all.
Title: These Wounds They Will Not Heal. (Prompt #35)
Author: Corona
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: Written for
set2music
Sam knows it's bad even before Dean peels his t-shirt up his back and ends up taking thin strips of skin with it.
"Jesus I can't-" 'I can't fix this' Sam wants to say, he doesn't much like looking at it. "Dean you need to go to the hospital."
"And say what exactly? A harpy tried to carry me off to feed to her ravenous young."
"I don't think you should be quite that honest," Sam says carefully.
"So you want me to replace the word 'harpy' with what exactly?" Sam contemplates the giant talon marks up Dean's back. "Come on dude you fix things with holes in all the time."
"No Dean I throw them away, besides jesus you're not a sock!" Sam very carefully twists Dean to the side. "And these aren't holes they're-" he searches for a suitably horrible word. "Gouges...huge great gouges from the talons of a harpy, there could be all kinds of shit in there."
Dean twists his head far enough to give him a 'yeah, fucking thanks for that mental image' face.
"So seriously man, how the hell am I going to explain this to medical people huh? That I was out in the woods hunting and was attacked by a giant eagle?" Dean pulls a face, a face that says in no uncertain terms 'there's no way in hell I'm going to admit to being attacked by a giant eagle.'
"We have thread don't we, and needles, wouldn't be the first time you've stitched me up."
"There was more of you to stitch, and less...wound." Sam points out. "Dean I took law damn it, not medicine."
The bottle of alcohol thumps down on the table.
"Just do your best." Sam sighs and surrenders, because he knows he will, knows he always does.
Title: Sooner Or Later It Comes Down To Fate (prompt #4)
Author: Corona
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: People make the most annoying assumptions
AN: Written for
set2music
They'd forgotten something when getting a room. Or rather forgotten to point out that what everyone insisted on assuming was true...wasn't. Either way they'd forgotten it.
They only had one bed.
"Awh crap," Dean says eloquently.
"We forgot the 'not actually gay' thing again didn't we?" Sam says, and tosses lunch on the table and his jacket on the bed.
"Why does everyone always think I'm doing you?" Dean says crossly, which gets him a raised eyebrow and a scowl.
"Wait a minute why is it you doing me?"
Dean gives him a very familiar look which includes amused eyebrows and a twist of mouth that Sam is almost certain he should be insulted by.
"Dean. " Sam gestures in a way that's clearly supposed to convey the difference in height and width without being insulting.
All he gets is a laugh that perfectly translates as 'you with your wild ideas!'
"The hair Sam, the hair, the eyes, the thing you do with your hands."
"The what! Have you seriously been making a mental list of the ways that I'm gay?!"
Dean's face sways between apologetic and amused.
Then he shrugs.
"What about my hair?" Sam asks flatly, and for a long second Dean looks tempted not to answer him.
"It's fluffy, and-" Dean waves and struggles for another appropriate word, and Sam doesn't have a clue whether he's honestly undecided or trying not to be insulting. "Sam you've got girl hair, deal with it."
"Dude are you actually suggesting that my hair makes me your bitch?"
"No, I'm suggesting your hair makes you look as if you're my bitch."
Sam's had enough of the whole conversation.
"That's it, I'm shaving my head, I swear, the next gas station we're buying some scissors."
He slams the bathroom door behind him.
Title: You Deserve Much Better Than Me (prompt #29)
Author: Corona
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Incest
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: Written for
set2music
Dean's always afraid he'll go too far, afraid he'll want too much, that he'll push too hard. Because this new thing between them, this new thing that's broken and fucked up and just fucking wrong... it means too much.
It's wrong that he knows exactly how to make Sam curve under him, that he knows what his skin tastes like under his tongue, the sound he makes when he's right near the edge. God just the smell of him rolling over in the sheets is too much some mornings and he has to get up, has to get out until he can breathe again.
But he can't tell, jesus fucking christ he can't tell. Can't tell Sam that it's not just adrenaline and need and tight hard fury that makes them slam together where no one can see.
It's not sane, the need he has for Sam, it's not healthy, it's hard and bloody and desperate every damn time. But Dean wants to make it easy, wants to make it something less painful, because Sam deserves better, better than this, better than him.
Sam deserves curves and smiles and long blonde hair, he deserves something soft, something sweet, something better.
Title: On Such A Breakable Thread (Prompt #39)
Author: Corona
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: Written for
set2music
Sam knows he should be yelling, knows he should be making threats the like of which the world has never seen before. Everything starting with 'why' and 'how could you.' He wants to shake him, wants that taste of fury that's been missing since Sam came back. But Dean looks so raw, elbows balanced on his knees, eyes thin and pale and too wide
Bobby and Ellen are too close, the wall separating them paper thin but there's too much it's too bright and sharp to sleep on, too awful.
So they just sit there, and say nothing at all.
Title: These Wounds They Will Not Heal. (Prompt #35)
Author: Corona
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: Written for
set2music
Sam knows it's bad even before Dean peels his t-shirt up his back and ends up taking thin strips of skin with it.
"Jesus I can't-" 'I can't fix this' Sam wants to say, he doesn't much like looking at it. "Dean you need to go to the hospital."
"And say what exactly? A harpy tried to carry me off to feed to her ravenous young."
"I don't think you should be quite that honest," Sam says carefully.
"So you want me to replace the word 'harpy' with what exactly?" Sam contemplates the giant talon marks up Dean's back. "Come on dude you fix things with holes in all the time."
"No Dean I throw them away, besides jesus you're not a sock!" Sam very carefully twists Dean to the side. "And these aren't holes they're-" he searches for a suitably horrible word. "Gouges...huge great gouges from the talons of a harpy, there could be all kinds of shit in there."
Dean twists his head far enough to give him a 'yeah, fucking thanks for that mental image' face.
"So seriously man, how the hell am I going to explain this to medical people huh? That I was out in the woods hunting and was attacked by a giant eagle?" Dean pulls a face, a face that says in no uncertain terms 'there's no way in hell I'm going to admit to being attacked by a giant eagle.'
"We have thread don't we, and needles, wouldn't be the first time you've stitched me up."
"There was more of you to stitch, and less...wound." Sam points out. "Dean I took law damn it, not medicine."
The bottle of alcohol thumps down on the table.
"Just do your best." Sam sighs and surrenders, because he knows he will, knows he always does.
Title: Sooner Or Later It Comes Down To Fate (prompt #4)
Author: Corona
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: People make the most annoying assumptions
AN: Written for
set2music
They'd forgotten something when getting a room. Or rather forgotten to point out that what everyone insisted on assuming was true...wasn't. Either way they'd forgotten it.
They only had one bed.
"Awh crap," Dean says eloquently.
"We forgot the 'not actually gay' thing again didn't we?" Sam says, and tosses lunch on the table and his jacket on the bed.
"Why does everyone always think I'm doing you?" Dean says crossly, which gets him a raised eyebrow and a scowl.
"Wait a minute why is it you doing me?"
Dean gives him a very familiar look which includes amused eyebrows and a twist of mouth that Sam is almost certain he should be insulted by.
"Dean. " Sam gestures in a way that's clearly supposed to convey the difference in height and width without being insulting.
All he gets is a laugh that perfectly translates as 'you with your wild ideas!'
"The hair Sam, the hair, the eyes, the thing you do with your hands."
"The what! Have you seriously been making a mental list of the ways that I'm gay?!"
Dean's face sways between apologetic and amused.
Then he shrugs.
"What about my hair?" Sam asks flatly, and for a long second Dean looks tempted not to answer him.
"It's fluffy, and-" Dean waves and struggles for another appropriate word, and Sam doesn't have a clue whether he's honestly undecided or trying not to be insulting. "Sam you've got girl hair, deal with it."
"Dude are you actually suggesting that my hair makes me your bitch?"
"No, I'm suggesting your hair makes you look as if you're my bitch."
Sam's had enough of the whole conversation.
"That's it, I'm shaving my head, I swear, the next gas station we're buying some scissors."
He slams the bathroom door behind him.