gen!mood!fic
title: [various]
author: moveablehistory
rating: [various, I tend to use the canadian ratings system]
characters/pairings: Sam, Dean, John, Missouri, OFC(s), OMC(s).
warnings: [gen set]: fluff, angst, non-angsty character death, angsty character death, genderswitch AU, apocalypse, wee!Winchesters, hellspawn, language, gratuitious homoerotic subtext, implausible ( Read more... )
author: moveablehistory
rating: [various, I tend to use the canadian ratings system]
characters/pairings: Sam, Dean, John, Missouri, OFC(s), OMC(s).
warnings: [gen set]: fluff, angst, non-angsty character death, angsty character death, genderswitch AU, apocalypse, wee!Winchesters, hellspawn, language, gratuitious homoerotic subtext, implausible ( Read more... )
Favorite lines from my favorite drabbles:
Artistic
After school, he would dig them out so he and Sammy would draw in them; pretending they had their own journals just like Dad.
Aww, such different times, when both boys wanted to be like John.
Moody
this is home. This is safe and constant. The only danger is when they stop.
Ooh, that’s good. I’d never thought of it that way before.
Bored
Dean wrapped one of the stolen rental ties around his eyes and practiced field-stripping all the rifles.
Mmm. Yummy.
Envious
He thought about when Peter Pan stopped being funny and started being tragic.
Oh, boys. *hugs Sam and Dean*
Gloomy
He was going to drown himself if he didn't think of something happy really damn fast.
Poor Sam. *hugs Sam*
"Does it hurt?" Sam asked.
"How the fuck did you managed to get into college?" Dean snapped.
LOL!
Grateful/Grumpy
He sat down in front of it, dressed in just his boxers, flicking his lighter on and off.
Mmm. Yummy. *leers*
He was cut up, bruised and aching, and he just wanted to get some sleep before the next job, before the next fucking trip through a brick wall.
Dean doesn’t have the best relationship with walls, does he? *g*
Lonely/Lazy
It wasn't as if he was ever going to forget anyways, but sometimes when he missed his brother so hard it felt as if the impala parked itself on his chest
Love the Impala analogy.
He'd fall asleep, and when he woke up he'd reset the playcount so that it'd stop being most played.
Aww, Sam.
Melancholy
His first pair were aviators, you know, the kind that cops in old-movie Texas wear. When he rolled by Stanford to check on Sam (just for a little while, just to make sure) and he saw Sam wearing the exact same fucking pair, he threw them out.
Oh, Dean.
Scared/Shocked
When Dean was twenty-three and Sam was nineteen, Sam cut the head off a spirit that's somehow gone corporeal. It didn't bleed but Dean did, right where Sam'd nipped his shoulder on the downward stroke. It didn't matter 'cause he decided he's saved his brother's life for the last time.
Ouch. That hurts in more ways than one.
Weird
Dean tackled him flying, they rolled together until they stopped and Dean was above him, angry and cracking, muttering me first, me first.
Oh … oh. So they’re … gone? And Dean’s upset because he wanted to go first? Sadness …
Thoughtful/Tired
"C'mon, Dean." Sam said. "We've got work to do."
Some things never change, eh? :)
Thanks for a good read!
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'Artistic' was the first one that I posted to my flist, and so it's particularly special to me. :)
And thank you SO SO MUCH for noting your favourites - that's really helpful to me. ♥
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ps., re. weird - not gone, precisely. more like, alive and Dean's remembering what Sam said before and Dean doesn't want to see Sam die, ever. Ergo "me first."
:D!!!
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Ahh ... now I get it. Well, I got some of it kind of right. *g*
And you're welcome for the FB. :)
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