3 Quotefic Ficlets
Title: False Pretenses
Author: tahirire
Wordcount: 307
Rating: PG 13
Genre: Gen, humor
Spoilers: none
Warnings: My generic major character death fic list.
Summary: For the spnquotefic meme # 21, Provenance. Sam: "So, what are we today, Dean? Are we rock stars? Are we army rangers?" Dean: "Reality TV scouts looking for people with special skills."
False Pretenses
Okay, I admit it went a little too far.
It started off simple enough four hours ago with Hey, I’m Dean. How’d you like to be on television? Come on, if a chick can’t see through a pick-up line like that, it’s hardly his fault she’s following him back to his place before he can even finish the script. It’s not like he’s gonna hurt the girl, and he’s just horny enough to not really care that she’s a little tipsy, just lonely enough to not feel bad for lying, just worn out enough to not give a rat’s ass if Sam’s gonna have to find another place to sleep tonight.
Dean Winchester doesn’t back down from a challenge, that’s all.
Three seconds into his room and she wants to see the script. I don’t have it on me, he lies, easy as breathing. Let me show you. He tries to keep her focused on the task at hand, but she’s bouncing all over the fricken place. She’s got all these questions. Is it an action film, a romance? Will there be nudity? Oh, yeah. That a problem for you, sweetheart?
It’s totally not weird to want to rehearse during a private audition. She was just passionate about the arts. Wanted to be an actress. Asked for a few tips. Surely that’s understandable!
Usually when people say, you go first, it’s because whatever it is they want you to do is something they’ve never done before themselves, so he really had no way of knowing that ‘Carly’ was that good at tying knots. Or that she’d have a video camera.
Or pink bunny ears.
I swear Sam, I had no idea those things could stream straight to youtube. I’m sorry you had to see that.
Anyway, the point is - from now on? He’s sticking to the FBI.
Title: Ritual
Author: tahirire
Wordcount: 230
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen, humor
Spoilers: Up to 6.1 Dean/Lisa
Warnings: My generic major character death fic list.
Summary: For the spnquotefic meme # 21, Salvation. Woman: "Hi. Is there anything I can do for you?" Dean: "Oh, God, yes. Only I, uh... I'm working right now, so..."
Ritual
Jack lets out a teasing wolf-whistle and then looks straight at Dean, and Dean knows what that means.
He rolls his eyes and sets his chainsaw down, pulls off his goggles and wipes the sweat from his brow. Right on time Lisa’s bright smile rounds the corner, lighting up the day for an instant just before she throws her arms around him.
“You forgot your lunch again,” she chides, twinkles in her eyes.
Dean presses a kiss into the curve of her neck, trying to hide his grin. “I’m sorry, babe. I won't do it anymore.”
She wrinkles her nose, so serious.
“It better not,” she says, and she drops one of Ben’s lunch bags onto the bench beside him before kissing him deep enough to elicit a few more whistles, and not just from Jack this time. When she pulls away, Dean finds himself leaning after her.
Lisa gives him a Cheshire cat grin, then turns on her heel and floats away, waving dramatically to the rest of the crew as she goes. As she rounds the corner, Dean hears her easy voice drifting through the site. Bye, Jack. See you tomorrow!
Dean chuckles to himself as he picks up the lunch bag Lisa left. It doesn't weigh a thing.
He puts it in his tool box next to the brown paper bag that holds his ham and cheese.
Title: Adrenaline
Author: tahirire
Wordcount: 100 (Drabble)
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen
Spoilers: None
Warnings: My generic major character death fic list.
Summary: For the spnquotefic meme 2.01, In My Time of Dying. Dean: Dude, I full on Swayze'd that mother!
Adrenaline
Breathe in.
That’s it Sammy, easy now.
Breathe out.
One more time, c’mon, just a little bit higher.
Relax.
Do or do not, Sammy. Ok I’ll stop now. I swear.
Concentrate.
No, more to the left.
Use your intent.
No - your left.
Use your will.
Your OTHER left!
Envision your target as weightless, lift it with a thought …
You drop this car on me, I swear to God -
Ignore all distractions.
Holy crap. Sam, it’s moving. It’s working.
Shift your weight -
I’m out!
Let go.
Dammit baby, I'm so sorry … Hey, you ok? C’mere.
I got you.
Author: tahirire
Wordcount: 307
Rating: PG 13
Genre: Gen, humor
Spoilers: none
Warnings: My generic major character death fic list.
Summary: For the spnquotefic meme # 21, Provenance. Sam: "So, what are we today, Dean? Are we rock stars? Are we army rangers?" Dean: "Reality TV scouts looking for people with special skills."
False Pretenses
Okay, I admit it went a little too far.
It started off simple enough four hours ago with Hey, I’m Dean. How’d you like to be on television? Come on, if a chick can’t see through a pick-up line like that, it’s hardly his fault she’s following him back to his place before he can even finish the script. It’s not like he’s gonna hurt the girl, and he’s just horny enough to not really care that she’s a little tipsy, just lonely enough to not feel bad for lying, just worn out enough to not give a rat’s ass if Sam’s gonna have to find another place to sleep tonight.
Dean Winchester doesn’t back down from a challenge, that’s all.
Three seconds into his room and she wants to see the script. I don’t have it on me, he lies, easy as breathing. Let me show you. He tries to keep her focused on the task at hand, but she’s bouncing all over the fricken place. She’s got all these questions. Is it an action film, a romance? Will there be nudity? Oh, yeah. That a problem for you, sweetheart?
It’s totally not weird to want to rehearse during a private audition. She was just passionate about the arts. Wanted to be an actress. Asked for a few tips. Surely that’s understandable!
Usually when people say, you go first, it’s because whatever it is they want you to do is something they’ve never done before themselves, so he really had no way of knowing that ‘Carly’ was that good at tying knots. Or that she’d have a video camera.
Or pink bunny ears.
I swear Sam, I had no idea those things could stream straight to youtube. I’m sorry you had to see that.
Anyway, the point is - from now on? He’s sticking to the FBI.
Title: Ritual
Author: tahirire
Wordcount: 230
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen, humor
Spoilers: Up to 6.1 Dean/Lisa
Warnings: My generic major character death fic list.
Summary: For the spnquotefic meme # 21, Salvation. Woman: "Hi. Is there anything I can do for you?" Dean: "Oh, God, yes. Only I, uh... I'm working right now, so..."
Ritual
Jack lets out a teasing wolf-whistle and then looks straight at Dean, and Dean knows what that means.
He rolls his eyes and sets his chainsaw down, pulls off his goggles and wipes the sweat from his brow. Right on time Lisa’s bright smile rounds the corner, lighting up the day for an instant just before she throws her arms around him.
“You forgot your lunch again,” she chides, twinkles in her eyes.
Dean presses a kiss into the curve of her neck, trying to hide his grin. “I’m sorry, babe. I won't do it anymore.”
She wrinkles her nose, so serious.
“It better not,” she says, and she drops one of Ben’s lunch bags onto the bench beside him before kissing him deep enough to elicit a few more whistles, and not just from Jack this time. When she pulls away, Dean finds himself leaning after her.
Lisa gives him a Cheshire cat grin, then turns on her heel and floats away, waving dramatically to the rest of the crew as she goes. As she rounds the corner, Dean hears her easy voice drifting through the site. Bye, Jack. See you tomorrow!
Dean chuckles to himself as he picks up the lunch bag Lisa left. It doesn't weigh a thing.
He puts it in his tool box next to the brown paper bag that holds his ham and cheese.
Title: Adrenaline
Author: tahirire
Wordcount: 100 (Drabble)
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen
Spoilers: None
Warnings: My generic major character death fic list.
Summary: For the spnquotefic meme 2.01, In My Time of Dying. Dean: Dude, I full on Swayze'd that mother!
Adrenaline
Breathe in.
That’s it Sammy, easy now.
Breathe out.
One more time, c’mon, just a little bit higher.
Relax.
Do or do not, Sammy. Ok I’ll stop now. I swear.
Concentrate.
No, more to the left.
Use your intent.
No - your left.
Use your will.
Your OTHER left!
Envision your target as weightless, lift it with a thought …
You drop this car on me, I swear to God -
Ignore all distractions.
Holy crap. Sam, it’s moving. It’s working.
Shift your weight -
I’m out!
Let go.
Dammit baby, I'm so sorry … Hey, you ok? C’mere.
I got you.