SPN drabble tree!

[slodwick]

For the past couple days, I've been participating in an SGA drabble tree @ mcshep_match, and it's been a load of fun. Drabbles are interesting creatures: easy because they're only 100 words, but difficult because you have to tell an entire story in only 100 words

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[estrella30]

YAY, SLOD, YAY!! pimping this right now! In the meantime, camouflage:

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“This is never gonna work.”

Sam glanced at Dean and smirked. “Of course it is.”

Dean huffed and kept driving. Late afternoon sun was beating through the windows and static crackled on the radio. They’d picked up an FBI tail three states back, and no matter what Dean said, Sam knew his idea was perfect.

“Besides,” Sam added, “I think you look pretty.”

Dean adjusted the socks stuffing his black lace bra, fluffed his wig, and checked his hot pink lipstick in the mirror. “Blow me, Sam.”

Sam tsk-ed quietly. “Now, is that any way for a lady to talk?”

*

[slodwick]

Their first date was during the coldest winter on record. He watched her, gliding over the frozen pond like she was born for it. When she smiled at him over her shoulder, John fell, down and in deep.

The ice was hard and cold, and his wrist had turned at a bad angle, but he barely noticed. Mary's yellow hair was a halo, and her laughter puffed away into the night sky.

When he kissed her, the pale pink lipstick tasted sweet, like peaches. He was done, he knew; from that day on, he was all for her.

[innie_darling]

Yellow hair tumbling down got Sam for good. It was a picture frame for her face, a gilded edge for the painting within. Her eyes were snapping, bright blue against the ripe pinkness of her round cheeks. The tip of her nose was pink too, from the cold. She was tall and strong and laughing, eluding his greedy hands as he reached for her, helpless against her charms. When he finally caught her, he wanted to yell in triumph but couldn’t, watched her wind herself closer instead. He chased away a snowflake from her pretty lips and tasted vanilla frosting.

[liamar13]

Sometimes it hurt to look at him, his Dean, his son. Because when he looked at Dean he saw Mary in his eyes, in his hair, golden in the sunlight. And so one day he just stopped. Stopped looking, stopped seeing.

The day Sammy left for Stanford was the next time John really saw his son. When he did look again he no longer saw Mary but he didn’t see Dean either. All he saw was a soldier who looked to him like a commander and John couldn’t understand why it still hurt so much inside to just look.

[dontmembersam]

Sam snapped his hips so hard Dean made a mental note to have geekboy google a chiropractor soon as they hit the room.

"Dude, a little control here, we gotta make this last half an hour."

Sam snarked,"It's my fault you're so good at this?"

"Hey, you insisted I be the girl so sit back and let me know when they're gone."

Thirty-five minutes and two annoyed bouncers later, Dean leaned back and massaged his jaw, "Man, how long they gonna hang 'round?"

Sam smiled sheepishly, "Dean...they left twenty minutes ago."

"You're dead, Sammy!" Damn, how the hell did women run in these things?

[slodwick]

"You're dead, Sammy."

Sam blinked at Bobby. "What? How can I be dead?" He waved his hand around, as though that proved something.

Dean reached over and poked Sam in the forehead, right where the frown lines had formed. "I dunno. Seems pretty lively to me, Bobby."

"You're walking around, sure. You're heart's beating, you're breathing in and out. But as far as Anubis is concerned, you're his, and until you find that demon bitch who brought you back? He'll never leave you be."

"Well," Dean sigh, standing. "Good thing I know where to look."

[liamar13]

"I think I know where to look" Dean said, searching frantically, under the bed, in their duffel bags, in the bathroom.

"You better, Dean" Sam growled, rattling the cuffs that chained him spreadeagle to the bed "or this will be really hard to explain to dad when he gets back"

[storydivagirl]

"But how did you...I had you handcuffed to the chair," Sam said, staring at his brother through the rear-view mirror of the Impala.

Dean held up the handcuffs and said, "Not the first pair of handcuffs I've escaped from, Sammy. You should know better."

"You're right. I should've drugged your stubborn ass to get you to listen to the doctors."

"You're not fighting this poltergeist alone."

"Yeah because a guy with a hole in his shoulder and a bum leg is going to be a big help," Sam commented. He grimaced at the look on Dean's face, knew Dean hated being considered useless, but Sam wasn't willing to risk his brother's life. Seeing Dean fall down those stairs and not move was probably one of the scariest moments of his damn life and there the jackass was looking for round two.