Master Drabble Fic List
Here be all the Dragons' drabbles in one handy dandy place. In this post you will find the fic sneezes I cannot be arsed to list separately on the main master list. *\o/*
Title: The Favor
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen, drabble
Characters: Dean, Sam, Jo
Spoilers: Blind Spot ‘verse, one year on. Could be spoilery if you’re planning on reading that long-ass multichap of mine. Completely safe if you already have, or if you really really can’t be arsed.
Disclaimer: It’s Kripke’s world, we’re all just living in it. *snaps fingers, points*
Summary: Oh, Jo. Why? WHY?
A/N: Looky here! I has done a drabble. *points to it* In response to found_fic_spn prompt #32. Beta'd by the peculiar and pleasing kimonkey7
“You boys owe me big.” Jo smoothes her dress, posy in hand.
Dean shrugs. “Sam tried. Shockingly? Not girly enough. Ritual needs a decked-out chick.”
“Tell anyone, you die ugly.”
Flash! The thicket blooms daylight; darkens.
“Oh, God. Seriously?”
“No, this’s just for me. How’s Marcus?”
“Fine,” Jo grinds.
“That’s a year. Could be serious, Sam.”
“Leave her alone, Dean.”
“Summon the damn sprite,” Jo snaps.
Dean flaps the Polaroid, shows Sam. “See, every girl has the potential to become a bouquet-carrying beast.” He squints. “We’re gettin’ an invite, right?”
Jo’s fast. Sam doesn’t intervene. The posy tastes like mugwort.
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Title: Righty Tighty
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen, drabble
Characters: Dean, Sam
Disclaimer: It’s Kripke’s world, we’re all just living in it. *snaps fingers, points*
A/N: Birthday drabble for twasadark. Prompt given was “peanut butter” and “bosom companions”.
“It’s ‘bosom buddies’, not bosom companions.”
“Says who?” Dean renewed his grip, tried again.
“Says alliteration, you dick.”
“Well, I don’t feel like we’re that close. Companion fits better.”
“I can’t believe you’re even trying to classify the relationship.”
“You’ve been my brother for twenty-six years, Sam. Don’t pretend I shock you.”
Sam held out his hand. “Give it here. Lemme try.”
“Fuck off.” Dean slapped Sam’s hand. “I got it.” His face reddened, bunched with effort. “Come on, you miserable sonuvabitch. Open.”
“Give it up. Have cheese.”
“Cheese is not my bosom companion.”
“Let the peanut butter go, Dean.”
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Title: Intake Manifold
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drabble
Characters: Sam, Dean
Spoilers: Post NRFTW.
Disclaimer: It’s Kripke’s world, we’re all just living in it. *snaps fingers, points*
Summary: It’s been a while, but that’s okay. Dean’s still got an ear for fuel/air mixes.
It’s a tandem slide from the rain onto cold seats. Sam passes Dean’s cell.
“It’s charged.”
Dean falters, frowns.
“Here.” Sam finds himself in the contacts without fuss, hands it back. Dean’s lips trace the digits.
The engine starts Sam’s confessions. “She’s low on oil. There’s a rough patch at fifty.”
Dean guns her in stages until she whines, backs off to an idle. “When’d you blow the cobwebs last?”
“You told me to take care of her.”
“You get over ninety at all?”
“When I had to.”
Dean shakes his head, almost smiles as he drops her into gear.
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Title: Impossible Things
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Het/Drabble
Characters: Dean/Nancy
Birthday Gal's Prompts: "blush", Jus In Bello
Disclaimer: It’s Kripke’s world, we’re all just living in it. *snaps fingers, points*
Summary: Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. ~ Lewis Carroll
A/N: On the occasion of chocca2’s birthday.
Dean’s hand tracks across the blueprint. His thumb would leave an eager gouge inside her thigh. Sure and smooth like his voice. She feels his words at her fingers, the barest hum through muscle.
If they were alone, she could lean. He would tilt his face to meet her with his unsurprised mouth. She could be hesitant. Then less so.
He requests salt.
Storeroom. Her back to brick, his weight against her. Perhaps a broom falls with a clatter.
“Perfect.” A warm imagined word at her ear.
She fumbles with the tape’s edge.
“How’re you holdin’ up, Nancy?”
She blushes.
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Title: The Favor
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen, drabble
Characters: Dean, Sam, Jo
Spoilers: Blind Spot ‘verse, one year on. Could be spoilery if you’re planning on reading that long-ass multichap of mine. Completely safe if you already have, or if you really really can’t be arsed.
Disclaimer: It’s Kripke’s world, we’re all just living in it. *snaps fingers, points*
Summary: Oh, Jo. Why? WHY?
A/N: Looky here! I has done a drabble. *points to it* In response to found_fic_spn prompt #32. Beta'd by the peculiar and pleasing kimonkey7
“You boys owe me big.” Jo smoothes her dress, posy in hand.
Dean shrugs. “Sam tried. Shockingly? Not girly enough. Ritual needs a decked-out chick.”
“Tell anyone, you die ugly.”
Flash! The thicket blooms daylight; darkens.
“Oh, God. Seriously?”
“No, this’s just for me. How’s Marcus?”
“Fine,” Jo grinds.
“That’s a year. Could be serious, Sam.”
“Leave her alone, Dean.”
“Summon the damn sprite,” Jo snaps.
Dean flaps the Polaroid, shows Sam. “See, every girl has the potential to become a bouquet-carrying beast.” He squints. “We’re gettin’ an invite, right?”
Jo’s fast. Sam doesn’t intervene. The posy tastes like mugwort.
**********
Title: Righty Tighty
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen, drabble
Characters: Dean, Sam
Disclaimer: It’s Kripke’s world, we’re all just living in it. *snaps fingers, points*
A/N: Birthday drabble for twasadark. Prompt given was “peanut butter” and “bosom companions”.
“It’s ‘bosom buddies’, not bosom companions.”
“Says who?” Dean renewed his grip, tried again.
“Says alliteration, you dick.”
“Well, I don’t feel like we’re that close. Companion fits better.”
“I can’t believe you’re even trying to classify the relationship.”
“You’ve been my brother for twenty-six years, Sam. Don’t pretend I shock you.”
Sam held out his hand. “Give it here. Lemme try.”
“Fuck off.” Dean slapped Sam’s hand. “I got it.” His face reddened, bunched with effort. “Come on, you miserable sonuvabitch. Open.”
“Give it up. Have cheese.”
“Cheese is not my bosom companion.”
“Let the peanut butter go, Dean.”
**********
Title: Intake Manifold
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drabble
Characters: Sam, Dean
Spoilers: Post NRFTW.
Disclaimer: It’s Kripke’s world, we’re all just living in it. *snaps fingers, points*
Summary: It’s been a while, but that’s okay. Dean’s still got an ear for fuel/air mixes.
It’s a tandem slide from the rain onto cold seats. Sam passes Dean’s cell.
“It’s charged.”
Dean falters, frowns.
“Here.” Sam finds himself in the contacts without fuss, hands it back. Dean’s lips trace the digits.
The engine starts Sam’s confessions. “She’s low on oil. There’s a rough patch at fifty.”
Dean guns her in stages until she whines, backs off to an idle. “When’d you blow the cobwebs last?”
“You told me to take care of her.”
“You get over ninety at all?”
“When I had to.”
Dean shakes his head, almost smiles as he drops her into gear.
**********
Title: Impossible Things
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Het/Drabble
Characters: Dean/Nancy
Birthday Gal's Prompts: "blush", Jus In Bello
Disclaimer: It’s Kripke’s world, we’re all just living in it. *snaps fingers, points*
Summary: Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. ~ Lewis Carroll
A/N: On the occasion of chocca2’s birthday.
Dean’s hand tracks across the blueprint. His thumb would leave an eager gouge inside her thigh. Sure and smooth like his voice. She feels his words at her fingers, the barest hum through muscle.
If they were alone, she could lean. He would tilt his face to meet her with his unsurprised mouth. She could be hesitant. Then less so.
He requests salt.
Storeroom. Her back to brick, his weight against her. Perhaps a broom falls with a clatter.
“Perfect.” A warm imagined word at her ear.
She fumbles with the tape’s edge.
“How’re you holdin’ up, Nancy?”
She blushes.
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