Superatural drabbles - PG, gennish, AUish
Title: untitled
89 words, may be disturbing
Prompt: red riding hood!Sam/wolf!Dean, "My what sharp teeth you have!"
The towel is soaked with blood by the time Sam drops it on the floor. "You don't need to be quite so messy," he bitches, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down.
Dean flicks an ear and licks his lips, turning away to look at the poor bastard spread out on the bed.
Sam sighs and lightly cuffs the back of Dean's head on the way to the bathroom, and is considerate enough to not mention the small wag of his tail that Dean can't always manage to control.
Title: the devil's bride
140 words, het
Prompt: Joseph Welch: "Constance would never do that. She'd never hurt her own children."
She didn't mean to. She didn't want to. The devil got in her and took her away, and she didn't, she wouldn't, it was the devil. It had to be the devil.
(Joey and Kat, her beloved and her best friend, they're next, they'll pay, the traitors and betrayers, they'll pay, just as soon as the children are taken from this horrible place.)
And no, no, her babies, they're so still and so gray, slumped in the bathtub, her babies, her babies, her whole world, she didn't, she couldn't, no.
She screams and sobs, runs from the house, to the bridge, that bridge her parents had told her to never play on, and she screams some more, still sobbing.
She doesn't jump. She didn't kill her children, and she doesn't jump.
The devil pushed her over the edge.
Title: comfort
81 words, PG
Prompt: Dean: "Dude - check out the size of this freakin' bear!"
Dean had a blue teddybear named Arnold Cobblepot. Mama had brought him home one day and said he would protect Dean from anything.
Arnold Cobblepot went with Dean everywhere. Mama said he couldn't take baths with Dean, though.
That bear burned with Mama, and every time Dean sees someone else's, it hurts.
(Audrey's giant teddybear makes him want to cry. What would Arnold Cobblepot have been like, if he was real?)
Title: bloodlines
102 words, gen
Prompt:
Haley: "How do you know about this stuff?"
Dean: "It kinda runs in the family."
Samuel Campbell came from a long line of hunters. Deanna never talked about her family, except to say her father's name was Luke and that he was a mean bastard.
John Winchester's mother had traced her family back to the last Mayan king, but John was pretty sure that was a load of crap. His father was one of Samuel Colt's grandkids.
There was no way any child of John and Mary couldn't be special, but Mary prayed. She prayed for safety and happiness and clear skies for their lives.
Sam wasn't named for his grandmother, but his great-grandfather found him anyway.