15 Drabble answers
This week it was quietcontrary 's turn to make the drabble challenges. We've been given 15 prompts to choose from. I wrote all 15.
Shoot (LittleEzra), Shit (ATF and OW Little), Sitting (ATF), Shovel (ATF or Modern), Sneeze (Magic), Shatter (Old Friends), Storm (Old Friends), Snarl (Old Friends), Sunday (Old Friends), Stay (Old Friends), Sleepless (Old Friends), Shadow (Old Friends), Six (Old Friends), Separate (Old Friends), Salute (Old Friends).
Once again, most of my drabbles turned into my Mag7 verse Old Friends. I added another Team Member to the team by the way.
Shoot
”Why the hell not?!” The young boy stood shouting at his father irritated. “You shoot people you don’t like, why can’t I?”
His father rubbed his eyebrows, a very huge sign that he was starting to develop a headache.
“I’m licensed to kill,” He gave his son the glare that always freaked out so many people when he gave it to them. “You on the other hand, are not,”
Parents all around them, standing with their kids were staring at them wide eyed.
“Well I’m an excellent shot,” The green eyed boy replied. “How bout I just nick them?”
“No!”
Shit
“Well fucking damn shit,” Ezra Standish cursed when he finally had enough strength to expect his two companions and himself.
“Stop cussing Ezra,” Vin moaned. “Why are you cussing?”
“We’re kids, outside a town that looks like something out of the Old West!”
“Huh with the what now?” JD slurred.
“We have been sent back in time and we’re kids!” Ezra screamed.
His two friends winced at his volume and opened their eyes to see that what he was telling them was the honest truth.
“Well, dang,” Vin exclaimed with a frown.
“Dude,” JD looked shocked.
“My points exactly gentlemen,”
Sitting
Sitting on the floor, bleeding heavily from his split lip, he looked up at his mother and laughed at her angry expression.
“Ezra, this is not a laughing matter,” Maude Standish screamed. “You insulted Mr Pink badly when you inquired if he was a closet gay, and by marrying me he would prove to the world that he was straight in front of all of his friends!”
Ezra laughed so hard that tears were running down his cheeks. He decided not to mention to his mother that Mr Pink had been flirting with him all night, pinching his butt blue.
Shovel
“Are you for real Aunt Nettie?!” Casey shrieked. “You’re not giving JD the shovel speech, I forbid you!”
The older woman sat calmly on her chair, polishing the shovel so it looked nice and clean. She looked up at her niece calmly and gave her a feral grin.
“Believe it Casey, he’s getting the shovel speech,”
“You’re ruining my life! He finally asked me out on a date and you’re going to send him running before we even reach the car,” Casey moaned disappointed.
“If he can’t take me threatening him, he’s not much of a man now is he?”
Sneeze
When Ezra started to give an indication of sneezing, his team ducked for cover, knowing what always happened when he did.
The sneeze came and the coffee cups and glasses at their desks exploded into little pieces.
They looked up from their different positions and saw Ezra blush furiously.
“I am sorry gentlemen; I truly don’t know how a cold can tap into my powers like that,”
“Well, as long as it’s just the mugs and not us or the computers you blow up,” Chris smirked. “I think we’ll live,”
“Aw, Ezra,” JD groaned disappointed. “That was my favourite mug;”
Shatter
“So you’re telling me,” Chris demanded of the older man infront of him. “That you’ve had a old English RAF spying on me and my team when a French Corporal saw Carter and recognised him and realised that he was still alive, just because you wanted to shatter his nose for getting himself killed, despite the fact that’s he’s Immortal and wasn’t really dead?!”
“Well, when you put it like that, it does sound a bit silly,” Colonel Hogan shrugged, pressing the cloth around Carter’s nose harder, making Carter groan.
“Hey Chris, that sounds like something you would do,”
“Ezra!”
Storm
“Now, storms,” Carter said out of nowhere startling his boss that was sitting together with him in the surveillance car. “Always make me think of how I got killed by thunder lightning,”
Chris blinked, not knowing how Carter came to think of storms since it was a very sunny day outside.
“Okay, how come?”
“It wasn’t just one time though, it was several.” Carter mused and pushed some buttons on the equipment. “I think that was because I was fixing with the sink.”
“Where are you going with this Carter?” Chris started to look for the aspirin.
“It was fun,”
Snarl
“Easy Nath,” Carter petted the leopard that was snarling at the officers. “They’re used to dogs that’s all, don’t take offence,”
“Agent Larabee! You can’t be serious!” The police officer in charge yelled with a frightened tone. “A leopard instead of a dog searching for weapons?”
Chris shrugged, not caring what they thought of it. He’d finally given in to Carter and Ezra’s pleading that they should at least try to see if Nathaniel could sense the weapons better when he was in his were form.
“As long as you don’t call him Kitty,” Chris said. “He remains a Vegetarian,”
Sunday
Chris answered his phone with a snarl. “Its 3 am and Sunday, how do you wish to die?”
“Can you wait with killing me after you get me out of jail?” Ezra’s voice drawled on the other end.
“What have you done know?”
“I’m in a bit of trouble,”
“Define, ‘a bit of trouble’,”
“Carter, Nathaniel and I had a few drinks before we decided to talk a walk on the town,”
“So?”
“Nathaniel was in his kitty form, I was dressed as a Gambler and Carter had his uniform,”
Silence reigned.
“Chris, are you there?”
“Was it Carter’s idea?”
Stay
“You’re considering letting him stay here?!”
“Well, he’s pretty good with that shot gun,”
“Chris! He shot me! IN THE HEAD!”
“You heard him; he thought you were a demon,”
“You’re not even taking into consideration that Dean Winchester is wanted by the law?”
“If we’re going to talk about being wanted by the law Ezra….”
“Aw Chris, that was 96 years ago. And I got a pardon,”
Knock on the door.
“Uhm, dude, I think your agent just stir fried himself.”
“He’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“This happen often?”
“Yes,”
Dean shrugged.
“Okay,”
“He’s in,” Ezra grumbled.
Sleepless
Dean rubbed his eyes tiredly when he entered the office, yawning widely as he made a beeline for the coffee pot. He stopped abruptly when Nathaniel stepped in his way.
“Nightmares again?” Nathaniel watched him.
“No,” Dean muttered. “I just couldn’t sleep that’s all,” He took a step around him and reached for the coffee.
“You want me to knock you out?”
Dean smirked, knowing right in that moment that he didn’t regret his decision to take Larabee’s offer to join the team. These people were just what he needed.
“Maybe later Kitty;” Dean smiled.
Nathaniel shook his head exasperated.
Shadow
Dean blinked in surprise as Carter, once again, managed to disarm the bomb in front of them while talking about how fun it was to see the bombs go off, but Chris had forbidden him to let another bomb to blow up near complaining civilians even thought they were truly never in danger, it just looked like it.
“Have you ever run across cannibalistic shadows?”
“Can’t say I have,”
“It hurts like hell,”
Dean looked away from the bomb to Carter’s face to see if he was joking.
“Dude,”
Carter looked up.
“Yeah?”
“For real?”
“Yeah,”
“Wow,”
“Yeah, I know,”
Six
“You let yourself get killed six times by thunder lightning because it tickled?” Dean was seriously considering asking Ezra how the hell he hooked up with this guy.
Carter nodded, his mouth filled with donuts.
Nathaniel just shook his head and took out six donuts from the pack and pressed them into his mouth.
Dean stared at his two team members. Maybe Chris, Ezra and he were the only normal people in this team.
Chris and Ezra choose that moment to enter the office. Both of them were drenched in blood.
They saw their looks and shrugged.
“Traffic was murder,”
Separate
John Winchester was all prepared to drag his son out of the office he was about to enter, after he yelled at him for giving up on Hunting and the supernatural life. Dean Winchester and this normal life, that his son apparently thought he could have, had to walk separate ways.
He stopped short in the opening of the office to see Dean standing over the dead body of what appeared to be one of his team members, exasperated.
“Boss,” Dean bellowed. “Carter’s electrocuted himself again,”
“Damn it,”
“You owe me $5,”
“Shut up Ezra!”
A leopard behind John growled.
Salute
“We who are about to die, salute you,” Ezra muttered, running his hand through his hair for the fifth time.
“It’s not that bad Ezra,” Chris growled. “Knock it off.
“I can’t believe you signed us up for this,”
“Neither can I,” Dean straightened his shirt. He opened his mouth to complain, but shut it one his boss gave him a slap over the head. Dean glared. “I didn’t say anything,”
“You were about to, now shut up,”
“I think this is great, the kids will be happy to see us dressed up as clowns,” Carter beamed.
“I hate clowns,”