Dean/Layla - HighwaywhiskyinmindOctober 11 2007, 09:00:08 UTC
Okay, why are all my latest SPN drabbles depressing or about death? *grins*
He wasn't sure where he was, and there was something really wrong with that. Dean didn't do lost, he had probably seen every single road in mainland USA and this was not one of them.
The blacktop stretched out as far as he could see, and it was empty.
Almost.
The Impala dipped slightly as she joined him, hair shining in the sun but dimmed by her smile.
"I heard you died." He said.
"I heard the same about you."
"What now?"
"We go on."
"Where?"
She pointed to the highway ahead. "Where the road takes us."
Re: Dean/Layla - HighwayafteriwakeOctober 11 2007, 23:24:26 UTC
It wasn't that often that Sam had to forgive anyone for anything, really, that wasn't family or close to it. He forgave his father, and his brother, and Bobby and Pastor Jim and a few others when he needed to. But the one person in the mish-mash that was his family, blood or friend, that he couldn't forgive was himself.
He'd let a demon come in and possess him. He'd hurt Jo, hurt Dean, killed someone, and to this day he couldn't forgive himself. It was hidden deep down inside that he still hadn't forgiven what he...or rather, what the demon...had done. But it was his hands that had caused pain, possessed or not, and nothing was going to change that.
Dean & Jo, bitching about something (gen or het, up to you)
Dean/Jo - bitching about musicaaronlisaOctober 12 2007, 03:06:15 UTC
Sam rolled his eyes as he listened to Dean and Jo bitching about some inane topic. He could never understand how those two got so wound up about music. In the long run, he couldn’t see how it mattered what some song from the 1970s meant, or even which was the last Rolling Stones album that didn’t really suck. Or what cover version of some obscure song was better. None of those things helped you to slay a demon or to find an angry ghost’s corpse so you could salt and burn it. But to listen to Dean and Jo, those trivial facts could bring about world peace
( ... )
John/Mary pre-wedding jitters (het, R rated)whiskyinmindOctober 12 2007, 08:51:18 UTC
"I don't deserve you." His fingertips whisper down her spine as he speaks. "No, you don't." She agrees, catching his ear between her teeth. "But you said yes." A statement with the barest hint of a question. His hands move lower. "I did." She moves against him. "Why?" He doesn't know the answer. She looks at him, her skin is flushed but radiant. "You have to ask?" He sees the answer in her eyes, they're a perfect match. He's never felt so lucky, and when she guides him to where she needs him to be, he's never felt so complete.
He'd stayed quiet the whole way out of town and for at least thirty or forty miles after that. He was replaying the conversation with Layla he'd had in his head over and over again.
"Turn around," he finally told Sam.
"What?"
"Turn around."
Sam did as his brother asked and as soon as they got to town he found Layla's place and went up to it. When she answered the door he looked at her for a minute. He'd had something to tell her but then he'd forgotten his carefully plotted out words.
And instead, he leaned in and kissed her. Not the hard, sexy kind of kiss that he normally gave to such a beautiful woman, but a soft one that, when it was over, left him resting his forehead agaisnt hers. "Don't die on me any time soon," he said quietly.
"I'll try not to," she replied, a small smile on her face.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Dean & Sam as kids, fighting over a bar of chocolate. Gen, please.
Wee!chesters --> fighting over a bar of chocolate.iluvroadrunner6October 12 2007, 00:36:53 UTC
"Dean, give it back!" Five year-old Sam whined, tugging at the Hershey bar in his brother's hands. Dean was four years older and a whole head bigger, but Sam was giving him a run for his money. He had learned young how to use his weight as dead weight, and he could feel Dean's fingers slipping on the plastic wrapper.
"No, Sammy," Dean said, before turning Sam's own weapon against him. "It's my candy."
"I saw it first."
"No, I did," Dean replied, but he had started to use his weight too late. The candy bar slipped through his fingers and Sam's butt hit the ground with it in his hands, before he scrambled to his feet and took off across the front yard before Dean could get a hold of him again. Dean just let it go, digging back into his bag of candy again. He always let Sam win--Sam just wasn't old enough to have that figured out yet
( ... )
Sam/Sarah Blake - didn't think I'd see you againaaronlisaOctober 12 2007, 03:22:34 UTC
Sam had really thought that he’d never see Sarah again, after all the type of business he was currently in wasn’t one that led to him having last relationships with anyone. He had even lost contact with his friends from school, despite every intention of keeping in touch with his old life. Yet here she was at a run down bar in the middle of nowhere.
“Didn’t think I’d see you again,” Sam says as he sits down beside her. “Me neither,” Sarah simply replies. “So what brings you to town?” “An estate auction, you?” “Another ghost hunt.” “Don’t you ever wish you could settle down?” “I tried that once and it didn’t work out.” “I’m sorry,” Sarah says as he places her hand on his. “Don’t be,” Sam replies as he smiles at her, “How about we get out of this place?” “Sounds good to me.”
As they leave the bar, Sam reflects on how it might not be forever but it is something and right now that’s better than nothing.
Winchesters, HolidayswhiskyinmindOctober 12 2007, 06:18:45 UTC
Christmas, 1983.
Just another day. Nothing special, nothing to mark it out from every other day since the fire.
Just another day for him, but it shouldn't be for the boys.
He'd done his best, the rented apartment wasn't home - could never be - and the broken plastic tree in the corner felt like a mockery of everything they should have had.
But Mary was gone, and as the door creaked open he looked up to see Dean peeking round it with eyes wide at the sight of the presents John had scraped together.
Dean laughed, and suddenly it wasn't just another day.
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He wasn't sure where he was, and there was something really wrong with that. Dean didn't do lost, he had probably seen every single road in mainland USA and this was not one of them.
The blacktop stretched out as far as he could see, and it was empty.
Almost.
The Impala dipped slightly as she joined him, hair shining in the sun but dimmed by her smile.
"I heard you died." He said.
"I heard the same about you."
"What now?"
"We go on."
"Where?"
She pointed to the highway ahead. "Where the road takes us."
"We?"
She smiled.
My request/prompt: Sam, forgiveness.
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He'd let a demon come in and possess him. He'd hurt Jo, hurt Dean, killed someone, and to this day he couldn't forgive himself. It was hidden deep down inside that he still hadn't forgiven what he...or rather, what the demon...had done. But it was his hands that had caused pain, possessed or not, and nothing was going to change that.
Dean & Jo, bitching about something (gen or het, up to you)
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"No, you don't." She agrees, catching his ear between her teeth.
"But you said yes." A statement with the barest hint of a question. His hands move lower.
"I did." She moves against him.
"Why?" He doesn't know the answer.
She looks at him, her skin is flushed but radiant. "You have to ask?"
He sees the answer in her eyes, they're a perfect match. He's never felt so lucky, and when she guides him to where she needs him to be, he's never felt so complete.
Dean --> tequila
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"Turn around," he finally told Sam.
"What?"
"Turn around."
Sam did as his brother asked and as soon as they got to town he found Layla's place and went up to it. When she answered the door he looked at her for a minute. He'd had something to tell her but then he'd forgotten his carefully plotted out words.
And instead, he leaned in and kissed her. Not the hard, sexy kind of kiss that he normally gave to such a beautiful woman, but a soft one that, when it was over, left him resting his forehead agaisnt hers. "Don't die on me any time soon," he said quietly.
"I'll try not to," she replied, a small smile on her face.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Dean & Sam as kids, fighting over a bar of chocolate. Gen, please.
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"No, Sammy," Dean said, before turning Sam's own weapon against him. "It's my candy."
"I saw it first."
"No, I did," Dean replied, but he had started to use his weight too late. The candy bar slipped through his fingers and Sam's butt hit the ground with it in his hands, before he scrambled to his feet and took off across the front yard before Dean could get a hold of him again. Dean just let it go, digging back into his bag of candy again. He always let Sam win--Sam just wasn't old enough to have that figured out yet ( ... )
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“Didn’t think I’d see you again,” Sam says as he sits down beside her.
“Me neither,” Sarah simply replies.
“So what brings you to town?”
“An estate auction, you?”
“Another ghost hunt.”
“Don’t you ever wish you could settle down?”
“I tried that once and it didn’t work out.”
“I’m sorry,” Sarah says as he places her hand on his.
“Don’t be,” Sam replies as he smiles at her, “How about we get out of this place?”
“Sounds good to me.”
As they leave the bar, Sam reflects on how it might not be forever but it is something and right now that’s better than nothing.
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The Winchesters, holidays
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Just another day. Nothing special, nothing to mark it out from every other day since the fire.
Just another day for him, but it shouldn't be for the boys.
He'd done his best, the rented apartment wasn't home - could never be - and the broken plastic tree in the corner felt like a mockery of everything they should have had.
But Mary was gone, and as the door creaked open he looked up to see Dean peeking round it with eyes wide at the sight of the presents John had scraped together.
Dean laughed, and suddenly it wasn't just another day.
John -->college funds
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