Drabble dump - Sam/Gabriel, Sam/Castiel, Gabriel/Sam/Castiel, J2
These are drabbles I wrote for insertcode11 and one I wrote for priceless_pixie. The ones for Code were written months and months ago, back when I had horrible writer's block and she said we should prompt each other with a pairing and one word prompt and try to write 100 word drabbles for each other. It really helped and now I'm bored and I don't think I've posted them before. >_>;;
The one for Pix is one I just recently wrote for her and she liked it, so I figure why not post it here, too?
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Prompt: Sam/Gabriel, Ankles
It seems an odd fit. Much like them, in that respect. He slides his hand down the skin of Sam's leg, curls his fingers right above his foot. His thumb fits perfectly, like a puzzle piece, in the groove of Sam's ankle. It's a favorite position of Gabriel's, his human lying on his back across a newly snapped up couch, resting after long hours and rough hunts, feet plopped gracelessly into his lap. A stroke across sensitive skin, a tender squeeze, and his hunter finally tumbles into a restful sleep. Precious few hours of peace in their world of chaos.
Prompt: Gabriel/Sam/Castiel, Righteous
Dean was the righteous man. And John before him. Sam knows that he will never be in league with the rest of his family. It's not a surprise and it doesn't hurt quite like it did when he was 18 and the black sheep of a fractured family. There's no sting and if there were, Castiel's lips pressed to the nape of his neck, Gabriel's fingertips sweeping trails down his chest would melt the ache away. Replace it with something deeper, burning low, pooling in his spine as tongues tangle, hands grip, legs entwine. The only place he's ever truly belonged.
Prompt: Sam/Castiel, Mend
He doesn't know how to fix this. The flayed soul retches and screams, soundless and deafening at once. Cowers from the touch of renewed grace meant to heal, never hurt. There is nothing for it. But that is what so many had believed of the Apocalypse as well. The Winchesters have a knack for overcoming impossible tasks, and Castiel is no stranger to doing his part. Sam's soul was once bright, even when weakened by Ruby's tainted influence. Castiel plans to make it so once more. He will mend it; every tear, every gash. Stitch by stitch if he must.
Prompt: Castiel/Sam/Gabriel, Flying
When he turns his head to see Gabriel's hair flopping in the wind and forward at Castiel, whose eyes glow in the sunlight, Sam knows all he needs to.
Maybe it's because of the way Castiel's arms are wrapped steadily around his waist, keeping him grounded no matter how high they go. Or maybe it was the hope and awe shining clear in amber eyes before they took off, Gabriel's quiet, pleased surprise in realizing just how far Sam's trust extends.
When he's with his angels, he is in no danger of falling. An invisible weight lifts and Sam laughs.
Prompt: J2, wee!Jared and Jensen holding hands for the first time. (not so much a drabble as a sort of mini-fic/ficlet)
It isn't new. He used to hold his mom's hand all the time, before he finally convinced her that he's too old for that - even if he still can't get her to stop giving him a hug in front of all of his friends when she drops him off.
So he's held hands before. He even holds Megan's now, when she stumbles around and needs something to help her balance when her feet move too fast and wild for her body to keep up.
But this is different. This is Jensen. Not his mom or his sister or even his brother. Just his Jensen.
It's nice. Jensen's hand isn't much bigger than his, like his mom's is; or small like Megan's. They fit together and even though Jared doesn't know what it means, it still feels important.
He turns to look at Jensen, see if his friend feels it, too and finds himself looking at a toothy grin. The freckles on Jensen's nose - that Jensen swears aren't freckles but Jared isn't stupid no matter what Jeff says - are like the specks of cinnamon his mom gets on her face and her apron when she bakes and Jared can't help but stare, returning his friend's smile without a second thought.
Holding Jensen's hand is different.
But Jared's always thought normal was boring anyways.
The one for Pix is one I just recently wrote for her and she liked it, so I figure why not post it here, too?
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Prompt: Sam/Gabriel, Ankles
It seems an odd fit. Much like them, in that respect. He slides his hand down the skin of Sam's leg, curls his fingers right above his foot. His thumb fits perfectly, like a puzzle piece, in the groove of Sam's ankle. It's a favorite position of Gabriel's, his human lying on his back across a newly snapped up couch, resting after long hours and rough hunts, feet plopped gracelessly into his lap. A stroke across sensitive skin, a tender squeeze, and his hunter finally tumbles into a restful sleep. Precious few hours of peace in their world of chaos.
Prompt: Gabriel/Sam/Castiel, Righteous
Dean was the righteous man. And John before him. Sam knows that he will never be in league with the rest of his family. It's not a surprise and it doesn't hurt quite like it did when he was 18 and the black sheep of a fractured family. There's no sting and if there were, Castiel's lips pressed to the nape of his neck, Gabriel's fingertips sweeping trails down his chest would melt the ache away. Replace it with something deeper, burning low, pooling in his spine as tongues tangle, hands grip, legs entwine. The only place he's ever truly belonged.
Prompt: Sam/Castiel, Mend
He doesn't know how to fix this. The flayed soul retches and screams, soundless and deafening at once. Cowers from the touch of renewed grace meant to heal, never hurt. There is nothing for it. But that is what so many had believed of the Apocalypse as well. The Winchesters have a knack for overcoming impossible tasks, and Castiel is no stranger to doing his part. Sam's soul was once bright, even when weakened by Ruby's tainted influence. Castiel plans to make it so once more. He will mend it; every tear, every gash. Stitch by stitch if he must.
Prompt: Castiel/Sam/Gabriel, Flying
When he turns his head to see Gabriel's hair flopping in the wind and forward at Castiel, whose eyes glow in the sunlight, Sam knows all he needs to.
Maybe it's because of the way Castiel's arms are wrapped steadily around his waist, keeping him grounded no matter how high they go. Or maybe it was the hope and awe shining clear in amber eyes before they took off, Gabriel's quiet, pleased surprise in realizing just how far Sam's trust extends.
When he's with his angels, he is in no danger of falling. An invisible weight lifts and Sam laughs.
Prompt: J2, wee!Jared and Jensen holding hands for the first time. (not so much a drabble as a sort of mini-fic/ficlet)
It isn't new. He used to hold his mom's hand all the time, before he finally convinced her that he's too old for that - even if he still can't get her to stop giving him a hug in front of all of his friends when she drops him off.
So he's held hands before. He even holds Megan's now, when she stumbles around and needs something to help her balance when her feet move too fast and wild for her body to keep up.
But this is different. This is Jensen. Not his mom or his sister or even his brother. Just his Jensen.
It's nice. Jensen's hand isn't much bigger than his, like his mom's is; or small like Megan's. They fit together and even though Jared doesn't know what it means, it still feels important.
He turns to look at Jensen, see if his friend feels it, too and finds himself looking at a toothy grin. The freckles on Jensen's nose - that Jensen swears aren't freckles but Jared isn't stupid no matter what Jeff says - are like the specks of cinnamon his mom gets on her face and her apron when she bakes and Jared can't help but stare, returning his friend's smile without a second thought.
Holding Jensen's hand is different.
But Jared's always thought normal was boring anyways.