Birthday Drabbles and Flashfic
Firstly, I am now offline most of the weekend and into next week, hospital visiting. Stay safe! Somebody come and poke me to start my bigbang on the train. I fail, LOL! I also fail for I am VERY late with some birthday drabbles! If it has been your birthday - I hope it was good, and you enjoy these.
Thank you to tigriswolf for the look over!
For spiritofkt: SPN/Psych: Shawn sees two men pretending to be insurance agents…
Shawn scans the room, not out of habit, but along with his breath; it just happens.
He takes in two men talking to the owner. They’re wearing suits and serious faces, nodding in unison as she talks.
The shorter has a rip in the leg of his pants, oil under his nails and residue on his fingers. The taller has scratches on his wrist and bruises on his neck.
They scan the room with practised ease. Glances are exchanged subtle enough to escape the attention of everyone but Shawn.
They’re no insurance agents; Shawn will find out what they’re doing.
For dotfic: SPN. A Bela centric drabble that fits into Ep: Jus in Bello, I hope. Also fits the 100_ghosts prompt: Acid Test
Bela curls her fingers around the cell, and breathes in deep.
If she calls, there’s no going back. Sam and Dean may not be able to outwit her, but the FBI, she’s not so sure. If they escape, they’ll be her enemies for life.
Bela’s eyes fall to the colt. They’re hardly her allies now. Their presence looms behind her, spectres threatening to stop her, ghosts always over her shoulder.
If she calls, she’s choosing the opposite side for good.
There’s only ever been one side, and that’s Bela’s. She dials.
“Hello? Agent Henrickson? I have some information for you.”
For dev_earl First Birthday post deal, Gen, Sam and Dean
It’s the day Dean never should have had, the one he sacrificed, with all the other days, so Sam could live.
It’s the day Sam’s gotten back for him, and Sam would do it again, even if it took a thousand breaths, or the rest of all Sam’s days.
Sam’s planned a fried breakfast, and the giving of presents Dean hasn’t found hidden in the trunk.
Sam will let Dean get them drunk, and enjoy the warm buzz the forced tequila and Dean’s laugh will bring.
It’s Dean’s birthday, but the gift is all Sam’s; he has his brother back.
For Tigriswolf SPN/Gilmore: Emily Gilmore meets Sam and Dean. I’m not sure it’s quite what you wanted but it’s best I could do! It’s Gen.
Emily reaches the table where the champagne should be and finds only one lone glass. The two scruffiest waiters are disappearing into the house.
Emily marches toward them and taps the shorter on the shoulder. “I don’t pay you to admire my fine furniture. The glasses are supposed to be full. And there‘s supposed to be more than one!”
He gives a smile that she’s seen on Lorelai, caught out but not sorry. His friend stutters a soft apology. They both praise her painting, and Emily answers questions so interesting that she forgets to send them back to the champagne.
For julorean who wanted Ruby being shocked by parts of Demonic Dean. I went CrackFic I am afraid!
Ruby waits while Dean stalks back and forth, sparks flying from his feet with every step.
“You never told me,” Dean says, “about this.”
“I wasn’t expecting it,” Ruby says. She can see from Dean’s fiery eyes that he doesn’t believe her. “Honest. I don’t have one do I?”
Dean stops. His eyes glitter, reflecting the fires behind her. He bangs his forked tail angrily on the rotting corpses behind him. “No, but I do.”
“I think it suits you.”
Dean bears down on Ruby, and grabs his horns. “And what about these? Do these match my eyes?”
“Um, yes?”
For spn_xx for the Women of Supernatural Gen Flash Fic Challenge. Challenge No. 1 (Posted - Here)
Title: Ghosts of the Past
No Pairings. Gen. No Warnings.
Summary: Kat from "asylum" is in another old building, but this time in daylight, and with a serious boyfriend. But can she escape the past?
Kat watches Rick talk rather than listens. She watches his arms wave and his face light up as he explains why this building is significant, why the turrets mean one thing and the large windows another. He tugs her along, hand tight and strong around hers, not letting go as he drags her along the cold corridor.
She stumbles on fallen rock, and she always does that, wanting to keep up but always lagging behind. “Slow down.”
Rick grins. “I want to check out the east wing.”
Kat leans up and kisses him, needing her tiptoes. He’s the tallest person she ever met. Bar one. “You go. I want to stay here for a while.”
Rick frowns and his hand trembles in hers. His face breaks into an even bigger grin, and Kat has to force her face into a smile that large in return, squeezing his fingers between her own before letting go. “Don’t go anywhere,” Rick says, and lopes off.
Kat feels like she can breathe again once he’s gone. She turns and wanders down the corridor she saw when she arrived. The oldest in the building Rick had told her and Kat can feel it in the cold wall as her hand touches it. She can hear it in the whispers that echo along its length. She pauses at one of the big windows. Crumbling walls of a new corridor stretch out, and into a patch of grass steps the past.
Sam and Dean Winchester, with the suspicious bulge of guns at their back and the firm set of shoulders that say they’re on a case. They scan the corridor, heading firmly toward a door in the middle.
Kat glances behind her, toward the entrance filled with light where Rick will soon be waiting, full of new information he wants to share.
She steps firmly into the shadows, edging along the walls until she reaches the doorway.
“I’m telling you, it’s haunted, and this is the place.” Sam’s failed whisper echoes loudly.
“Maybe it took the day off.”
“Let’s try along this way.”
They head toward the room at the back, the one Kat had to drag Rick away from earlier, ‘cause she couldn’t let him go in there. Not with everything she’d read about it.
Kat slips along her path, searching for the side entrance she’d memorized earlier. The door creaks open, several splinters falling down as she pushes it wide with effort.
Her entrance distracts them, causes Dean’s eyes to flit toward her and Sam’s hands to tremble even as their heads turn toward the flickering light at the back.
“Kat, no time…”
“Stay back…”
Kat ignores them both, drawing her gun and shooting just before Sam and Dean do. She watches the ghost vanish before the onslaught of three sets of rock salt.
“Hey.” Sam lowers his gun. “Kat right?”
Dean blinks, and his face breaks into a wide smile. “Neat gun.”
Kat hears Rick calling in the distance. She should go back. Now the job‘s done. She blinks, and smiles an easy, wide smile. “C’mon, Winchesters. This was my hunt.”
Feedback is love. Back soonish n.week I hope!
Thank you to tigriswolf for the look over!
For spiritofkt: SPN/Psych: Shawn sees two men pretending to be insurance agents…
Shawn scans the room, not out of habit, but along with his breath; it just happens.
He takes in two men talking to the owner. They’re wearing suits and serious faces, nodding in unison as she talks.
The shorter has a rip in the leg of his pants, oil under his nails and residue on his fingers. The taller has scratches on his wrist and bruises on his neck.
They scan the room with practised ease. Glances are exchanged subtle enough to escape the attention of everyone but Shawn.
They’re no insurance agents; Shawn will find out what they’re doing.
For dotfic: SPN. A Bela centric drabble that fits into Ep: Jus in Bello, I hope. Also fits the 100_ghosts prompt: Acid Test
Bela curls her fingers around the cell, and breathes in deep.
If she calls, there’s no going back. Sam and Dean may not be able to outwit her, but the FBI, she’s not so sure. If they escape, they’ll be her enemies for life.
Bela’s eyes fall to the colt. They’re hardly her allies now. Their presence looms behind her, spectres threatening to stop her, ghosts always over her shoulder.
If she calls, she’s choosing the opposite side for good.
There’s only ever been one side, and that’s Bela’s. She dials.
“Hello? Agent Henrickson? I have some information for you.”
For dev_earl First Birthday post deal, Gen, Sam and Dean
It’s the day Dean never should have had, the one he sacrificed, with all the other days, so Sam could live.
It’s the day Sam’s gotten back for him, and Sam would do it again, even if it took a thousand breaths, or the rest of all Sam’s days.
Sam’s planned a fried breakfast, and the giving of presents Dean hasn’t found hidden in the trunk.
Sam will let Dean get them drunk, and enjoy the warm buzz the forced tequila and Dean’s laugh will bring.
It’s Dean’s birthday, but the gift is all Sam’s; he has his brother back.
For Tigriswolf SPN/Gilmore: Emily Gilmore meets Sam and Dean. I’m not sure it’s quite what you wanted but it’s best I could do! It’s Gen.
Emily reaches the table where the champagne should be and finds only one lone glass. The two scruffiest waiters are disappearing into the house.
Emily marches toward them and taps the shorter on the shoulder. “I don’t pay you to admire my fine furniture. The glasses are supposed to be full. And there‘s supposed to be more than one!”
He gives a smile that she’s seen on Lorelai, caught out but not sorry. His friend stutters a soft apology. They both praise her painting, and Emily answers questions so interesting that she forgets to send them back to the champagne.
For julorean who wanted Ruby being shocked by parts of Demonic Dean. I went CrackFic I am afraid!
Ruby waits while Dean stalks back and forth, sparks flying from his feet with every step.
“You never told me,” Dean says, “about this.”
“I wasn’t expecting it,” Ruby says. She can see from Dean’s fiery eyes that he doesn’t believe her. “Honest. I don’t have one do I?”
Dean stops. His eyes glitter, reflecting the fires behind her. He bangs his forked tail angrily on the rotting corpses behind him. “No, but I do.”
“I think it suits you.”
Dean bears down on Ruby, and grabs his horns. “And what about these? Do these match my eyes?”
“Um, yes?”
For spn_xx for the Women of Supernatural Gen Flash Fic Challenge. Challenge No. 1 (Posted - Here)
Title: Ghosts of the Past
No Pairings. Gen. No Warnings.
Summary: Kat from "asylum" is in another old building, but this time in daylight, and with a serious boyfriend. But can she escape the past?
Kat watches Rick talk rather than listens. She watches his arms wave and his face light up as he explains why this building is significant, why the turrets mean one thing and the large windows another. He tugs her along, hand tight and strong around hers, not letting go as he drags her along the cold corridor.
She stumbles on fallen rock, and she always does that, wanting to keep up but always lagging behind. “Slow down.”
Rick grins. “I want to check out the east wing.”
Kat leans up and kisses him, needing her tiptoes. He’s the tallest person she ever met. Bar one. “You go. I want to stay here for a while.”
Rick frowns and his hand trembles in hers. His face breaks into an even bigger grin, and Kat has to force her face into a smile that large in return, squeezing his fingers between her own before letting go. “Don’t go anywhere,” Rick says, and lopes off.
Kat feels like she can breathe again once he’s gone. She turns and wanders down the corridor she saw when she arrived. The oldest in the building Rick had told her and Kat can feel it in the cold wall as her hand touches it. She can hear it in the whispers that echo along its length. She pauses at one of the big windows. Crumbling walls of a new corridor stretch out, and into a patch of grass steps the past.
Sam and Dean Winchester, with the suspicious bulge of guns at their back and the firm set of shoulders that say they’re on a case. They scan the corridor, heading firmly toward a door in the middle.
Kat glances behind her, toward the entrance filled with light where Rick will soon be waiting, full of new information he wants to share.
She steps firmly into the shadows, edging along the walls until she reaches the doorway.
“I’m telling you, it’s haunted, and this is the place.” Sam’s failed whisper echoes loudly.
“Maybe it took the day off.”
“Let’s try along this way.”
They head toward the room at the back, the one Kat had to drag Rick away from earlier, ‘cause she couldn’t let him go in there. Not with everything she’d read about it.
Kat slips along her path, searching for the side entrance she’d memorized earlier. The door creaks open, several splinters falling down as she pushes it wide with effort.
Her entrance distracts them, causes Dean’s eyes to flit toward her and Sam’s hands to tremble even as their heads turn toward the flickering light at the back.
“Kat, no time…”
“Stay back…”
Kat ignores them both, drawing her gun and shooting just before Sam and Dean do. She watches the ghost vanish before the onslaught of three sets of rock salt.
“Hey.” Sam lowers his gun. “Kat right?”
Dean blinks, and his face breaks into a wide smile. “Neat gun.”
Kat hears Rick calling in the distance. She should go back. Now the job‘s done. She blinks, and smiles an easy, wide smile. “C’mon, Winchesters. This was my hunt.”
Feedback is love. Back soonish n.week I hope!