Supernatural Drabbles
I'm really enjoying the DEW (Drabble Every Week) Challenges on spn_bigpretzel, both as a reader and a writer, so I thought I'd post copies of my first 4 here. The first two are for the "Bobby" +/- "Movies" challenge, the third and forth are for "Crowley" +/- "Travel"
Title: The Last Person Who Should Be Giving Advice
Characters: Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester
Rating: PG for a swear.
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Bobby pulled a beer out of his fridge, popped the top, took a swig and turned to walk back to his desk, but as he rounded the island bench he crashed into the smallest Winchester. “Friggin’ hell Sam! What is it with you today?” Bobby barked, annoyed as some of the beer sloshed over the lip and onto his hand.
The boy was in middle school now, he was too old to be skulking around like a clingy little kid, but he’d been following Bobby around like a shadow all day and it was past beginning to get on his nerves.
“Sorry Uncle Bobby,” Sam returned quickly, taking a step back. He shoved his hands in his pockets and shifted his weight from foot to foot, his gaze on Bobby’s kitchen floor.
“Alright - out with it.”
“What?” Sam asked with an expression like an animal caught in the Impala’s headlights.
“Whatever it is that’s got you tied up in knots.”
“It’s nothing,” Sam sighed.
“If it was nothing you wouldn’t be following me around like a lost lamb. Spill the beans. Did you do something? Did Dean do something?”
“No. No. I just…. I…. how-do-you-ask-a-girl-out?” Sam asked the last bit in such a rush that Bobby almost didn’t make out their meaning.
“Woman troubles huh?” Bobby tried to keep his tone light but serious. “Probably more of your brother’s department than mine, but I say keep it simple. Ask her if she wants to see a movie. The worst thing she can say is no.”
“Thanks Uncle Bobby,” Sam smiled and headed out of the room.
Bobby exhaled. Balls. Bobby didn’t know much about women, but he knew Sam, and when Sam fell in love Bobby knew he’d fall fast and hard. It wouldn’t end well, even if the girl liked the kid back it wouldn’t be long before John uprooted them again, but he couldn’t discourage the boy from trying.
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Title: Growing Up
Characters: Bobby Singer, Young Sam Winchester, Young Dean Winchester
Rating: PG for a Swear
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“You boys all packed up? Your Dad’ll be here in a few minutes and I know he wants to get on the road so make sure you’ve got your bags packed. Don’t be leaving anything behind you might be wanting or that I don’t want to be finding when you’ve gone, and I’m looking at you Dean.”
Dean squirmed and tried to look innocent as he smiled back at his “Uncle.” Dean and Bobby both knew Bobby was talking about the magazines he’d found under Dean’s bed after their last visit. John and Sam didn’t need to know but Bobby had had a few uncomfortable words with the boy upon their return.
Bobby sighed. John Winchester had no idea his boys were growing up and becoming men, all he saw were two hunters-in-training, Bobby didn’t really think it was his place to talk about the birds and the bees but he supposed his short sermon on respecting women was better than nothing. It was more than John had time or patience for anyway.
“Sam, about that conversation we had earlier, if it goes well you’ll be needing this,” Bobby added offering Sam a twenty dollar note. Bobby was referring to Sam’s intentions to ask a young lady friend out to a movie, but Bobby knew better than to blurt it out in front of Dean, who would no doubt tease Sam senseless during the long drive ‘home.’
Sam looked wistfully at the offering but didn’t reach for it, “Dad says we’re not allowed to ask for money.”
“You didn’t ask. Just if she says yes, you’ll be a gentleman about it, if she says no buy yourself an ice-cream you poor bastard.”
“That’s a lot of ice-cream,” Dean complained.
“I did you a favour not telling your Dad about that other thing remember? Now you two stay out of trouble and try to eat something green once in awhile.”
“Yes Uncle Bobby,” Sam smiled.
“Alright, go wait out front for your Dad then," Bobby instructed gruffly, he couldn't have those boys thinking he'd gone totally soft.
The boys nodded and headed out. Bobby let out a sigh as the door clanged shut behind them, he always felt like a little piece of himself left with the boys.
***
Title: Roadside Assistance
Summary: Vaguely 9ish - a little AU, established rivalry between Abaddon and Crowley, non-canon situation (gen).
Characters: Crowely, Castiel.
Rating: PG (language)
***
Crowley banged the hood closed and cursed. “Stupid bloody Winchesters and their stupid bloody cars," he moaned to himself. Human for one day. One day and he ends up stranded by the side of the road beside the clunker Dean had “borrowed” for this little venture. He was in the middle of the nowhere so it wasn’t like he could catch a taxi. He considered calling for roadside assistance, he’d observed humans doing that, but he didn't know the number. Then he considered calling Moose but his cell wasn’t getting service. Dial-a-demon was out because he wasn’t a demon right now and there wasn’t anyone around to supply the blood - if he had a bowl to put it in. This made him ponder briefly whether there was a way of improving telecommunications in the underworld but he set this thought aside to focus on his predicament.
A thought occurred to him. A horrible thought. A demeaning and embarrassing thought.
Oh bollocks.
There was someone he could call without a phone, and without a bowl of blood. Though technically he wasn’t sure if it would work, his soul having been destroyed, but given his current situation it might just be possible.
Christ.
“Castiel you pansy ass feather duster I could do with a hand here.” Did that count as a prayer? It better, because he wasn’t going to beg. “Cas if you can hear this I detest you as much as you detest me, but your precious Dean won't be happy if I don't make our appointment, so if you want to keep your pet human happy be a darl and give me a lift would you?”
Cas appeared before him, trench coat flapping and his eyes glowering. “You know other angels can hear your prayers.”
“Oh shucks Cas, did I embarrass you in front of your playmates?” Crowley grinned with satisfaction.
Cas sniggered. There were a lot of things he was willing to do for the Winchesters but this was pushing it. He sighed and placed a hand on Crowley’s shoulder to zap them to Dean and Sam who were working on a cure to break the curse Abaddon’s minions had put on Crowley. Again Cas questioned the wisdom of helping the King of Hell, but as the saying goes, better the devil you know.
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Title: Passenger
Summary: Vaguely S9, in this instance Crowley and Dean are working together….
Characters: Crowley, Dean.
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“This will have to do, you take the red one,” Dean instructed as he climbed onto a huge black Harley, indicating that Crowley should follow suit. They were the only two vehicles in the hotel parking lot. Luckily Dean could hot wire a bike just as fast as a car.
“You expect me to ride one of those things? It’s a goddamn mechanical horse.” Crowley didn’t move an inch towards the bike.
“It’s all we’ve got. Sorry if it’s not to your standard. But unless you want to wait for road-side assistance this is it.”
“You can’t be serious,” Crowley protested.
“Are you telling me you can’t ride a motorbike? And you call yourself a demon. What’s wrong princess, scared of the big bad bike?” Dean grinned. This was priceless.
“I may look young and attractive but they didn’t exactly have these when I was human and I don’t normally have to worry about transportation," Crowley defended.
Dean smirked but his face fell when the inevitable occurred to him, “Well we’ve got to go, so you’re going to either have to learn fast or we’re going to have to double.”
“I’m the King of Hell not a date, though the way your feathered friend carry-on I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m your type these days,” Crowley objected.
“You think I like this? I can think of about a million things I would rather be doing, but you decided to come along for the ride,” Dean fumed.
“To protect my investment, not to get my jollys feeling up Dean Winchester. I should have known better than to trust that rust bucket you call a car.”
“There will be no feeling of anything. Now quit complaining or I will leave you here in an instant, don’t tempt me Crowley," Dean threatened.
“All right, don’t get your knickers in a knot.” Crowley scowled and climbed onto the black Harley. If Abaddon heard about this his reputation was history.
****
Title: The Last Person Who Should Be Giving Advice
Characters: Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester
Rating: PG for a swear.
***
Bobby pulled a beer out of his fridge, popped the top, took a swig and turned to walk back to his desk, but as he rounded the island bench he crashed into the smallest Winchester. “Friggin’ hell Sam! What is it with you today?” Bobby barked, annoyed as some of the beer sloshed over the lip and onto his hand.
The boy was in middle school now, he was too old to be skulking around like a clingy little kid, but he’d been following Bobby around like a shadow all day and it was past beginning to get on his nerves.
“Sorry Uncle Bobby,” Sam returned quickly, taking a step back. He shoved his hands in his pockets and shifted his weight from foot to foot, his gaze on Bobby’s kitchen floor.
“Alright - out with it.”
“What?” Sam asked with an expression like an animal caught in the Impala’s headlights.
“Whatever it is that’s got you tied up in knots.”
“It’s nothing,” Sam sighed.
“If it was nothing you wouldn’t be following me around like a lost lamb. Spill the beans. Did you do something? Did Dean do something?”
“No. No. I just…. I…. how-do-you-ask-a-girl-out?” Sam asked the last bit in such a rush that Bobby almost didn’t make out their meaning.
“Woman troubles huh?” Bobby tried to keep his tone light but serious. “Probably more of your brother’s department than mine, but I say keep it simple. Ask her if she wants to see a movie. The worst thing she can say is no.”
“Thanks Uncle Bobby,” Sam smiled and headed out of the room.
Bobby exhaled. Balls. Bobby didn’t know much about women, but he knew Sam, and when Sam fell in love Bobby knew he’d fall fast and hard. It wouldn’t end well, even if the girl liked the kid back it wouldn’t be long before John uprooted them again, but he couldn’t discourage the boy from trying.
***
Title: Growing Up
Characters: Bobby Singer, Young Sam Winchester, Young Dean Winchester
Rating: PG for a Swear
****
“You boys all packed up? Your Dad’ll be here in a few minutes and I know he wants to get on the road so make sure you’ve got your bags packed. Don’t be leaving anything behind you might be wanting or that I don’t want to be finding when you’ve gone, and I’m looking at you Dean.”
Dean squirmed and tried to look innocent as he smiled back at his “Uncle.” Dean and Bobby both knew Bobby was talking about the magazines he’d found under Dean’s bed after their last visit. John and Sam didn’t need to know but Bobby had had a few uncomfortable words with the boy upon their return.
Bobby sighed. John Winchester had no idea his boys were growing up and becoming men, all he saw were two hunters-in-training, Bobby didn’t really think it was his place to talk about the birds and the bees but he supposed his short sermon on respecting women was better than nothing. It was more than John had time or patience for anyway.
“Sam, about that conversation we had earlier, if it goes well you’ll be needing this,” Bobby added offering Sam a twenty dollar note. Bobby was referring to Sam’s intentions to ask a young lady friend out to a movie, but Bobby knew better than to blurt it out in front of Dean, who would no doubt tease Sam senseless during the long drive ‘home.’
Sam looked wistfully at the offering but didn’t reach for it, “Dad says we’re not allowed to ask for money.”
“You didn’t ask. Just if she says yes, you’ll be a gentleman about it, if she says no buy yourself an ice-cream you poor bastard.”
“That’s a lot of ice-cream,” Dean complained.
“I did you a favour not telling your Dad about that other thing remember? Now you two stay out of trouble and try to eat something green once in awhile.”
“Yes Uncle Bobby,” Sam smiled.
“Alright, go wait out front for your Dad then," Bobby instructed gruffly, he couldn't have those boys thinking he'd gone totally soft.
The boys nodded and headed out. Bobby let out a sigh as the door clanged shut behind them, he always felt like a little piece of himself left with the boys.
***
Title: Roadside Assistance
Summary: Vaguely 9ish - a little AU, established rivalry between Abaddon and Crowley, non-canon situation (gen).
Characters: Crowely, Castiel.
Rating: PG (language)
***
Crowley banged the hood closed and cursed. “Stupid bloody Winchesters and their stupid bloody cars," he moaned to himself. Human for one day. One day and he ends up stranded by the side of the road beside the clunker Dean had “borrowed” for this little venture. He was in the middle of the nowhere so it wasn’t like he could catch a taxi. He considered calling for roadside assistance, he’d observed humans doing that, but he didn't know the number. Then he considered calling Moose but his cell wasn’t getting service. Dial-a-demon was out because he wasn’t a demon right now and there wasn’t anyone around to supply the blood - if he had a bowl to put it in. This made him ponder briefly whether there was a way of improving telecommunications in the underworld but he set this thought aside to focus on his predicament.
A thought occurred to him. A horrible thought. A demeaning and embarrassing thought.
Oh bollocks.
There was someone he could call without a phone, and without a bowl of blood. Though technically he wasn’t sure if it would work, his soul having been destroyed, but given his current situation it might just be possible.
Christ.
“Castiel you pansy ass feather duster I could do with a hand here.” Did that count as a prayer? It better, because he wasn’t going to beg. “Cas if you can hear this I detest you as much as you detest me, but your precious Dean won't be happy if I don't make our appointment, so if you want to keep your pet human happy be a darl and give me a lift would you?”
Cas appeared before him, trench coat flapping and his eyes glowering. “You know other angels can hear your prayers.”
“Oh shucks Cas, did I embarrass you in front of your playmates?” Crowley grinned with satisfaction.
Cas sniggered. There were a lot of things he was willing to do for the Winchesters but this was pushing it. He sighed and placed a hand on Crowley’s shoulder to zap them to Dean and Sam who were working on a cure to break the curse Abaddon’s minions had put on Crowley. Again Cas questioned the wisdom of helping the King of Hell, but as the saying goes, better the devil you know.
****
Title: Passenger
Summary: Vaguely S9, in this instance Crowley and Dean are working together….
Characters: Crowley, Dean.
****
“This will have to do, you take the red one,” Dean instructed as he climbed onto a huge black Harley, indicating that Crowley should follow suit. They were the only two vehicles in the hotel parking lot. Luckily Dean could hot wire a bike just as fast as a car.
“You expect me to ride one of those things? It’s a goddamn mechanical horse.” Crowley didn’t move an inch towards the bike.
“It’s all we’ve got. Sorry if it’s not to your standard. But unless you want to wait for road-side assistance this is it.”
“You can’t be serious,” Crowley protested.
“Are you telling me you can’t ride a motorbike? And you call yourself a demon. What’s wrong princess, scared of the big bad bike?” Dean grinned. This was priceless.
“I may look young and attractive but they didn’t exactly have these when I was human and I don’t normally have to worry about transportation," Crowley defended.
Dean smirked but his face fell when the inevitable occurred to him, “Well we’ve got to go, so you’re going to either have to learn fast or we’re going to have to double.”
“I’m the King of Hell not a date, though the way your feathered friend carry-on I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m your type these days,” Crowley objected.
“You think I like this? I can think of about a million things I would rather be doing, but you decided to come along for the ride,” Dean fumed.
“To protect my investment, not to get my jollys feeling up Dean Winchester. I should have known better than to trust that rust bucket you call a car.”
“There will be no feeling of anything. Now quit complaining or I will leave you here in an instant, don’t tempt me Crowley," Dean threatened.
“All right, don’t get your knickers in a knot.” Crowley scowled and climbed onto the black Harley. If Abaddon heard about this his reputation was history.
****