Drabbles: Supernatural
Author: me (princess_schez)
Rating: G thru PG-13
Author's notes: Written for spn_bigpretzel's Holiday Drabble Challenge.
Word count: Five 100-word stories.
Title: Trapped
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Summary: Being trapped in a blizzard was no fun.
Author’s note: From Prompt Table 7 “Hodgepodge.” Prompt: Snow
A blizzard roared outside the abandoned prison, covering everything in its path with snow. Dean looked at his brother, the irony of the four of them being trapped inside Crowley’s fortress not lost on him.
Cas and Crowley avoided each other’s gaze as best as inhumanly possible, as neither of them could leave due to the latter’s recent angel-and-demon proofing of the place. A plan that surely backfired on Crowley at that moment, who looked as though he would be the first person to crack any moment from cabin fever.
“This is going to be a long night,” Sam sighed.
Title: A Theory in Cooking
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Summary: Dean tries to cook a holiday meal.
Author’s note: From Prompt Table 2 “Cooking.” Prompt: Smoke Alarm
Sam knew he wasn’t the greatest cook, but Dean? Well, he was, simply put, worse. And that theory was definitely put to the test as Dean pulled a small, blackened turkey out of the oven, black smoke filling the tiny motel kitchen.
“Dean! Didn’t you set the timer?” Sam exclaimed.
Dean coughed. “I thought I did!”
Making matters worse, a small fire started in the oven, setting off the smoke alarm.
“Crap!” Putting their burnt turkey on the table, Dean reached into his back pocket, pulling out a bottle and sprinkled holy water over the fire.
“That’ll put it out.”
Title: A Toast to Yourself
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
Summary: Crowley toasts his recent “victories”.
Author’s note: From Prompt Table 3 “Altered States.” Prompt: A toast
Crowley smiled, raising a glass of Craig, toasting himself. His kind never celebrated holidays or anything, but this was a first. He had damn good reason to celebrate now, having claimed Hell’s throne for himself. Now that was worth celebrating.
Being the King was better than sex good. He should know. To think, he owed it all to the power of positive thinking, a few massacres here and there, and Lucifer getting his ass shoved back into the cage. That was pure brilliance on the Winchesters part, but wouldn’t tell them that.
No, he’d just sit back and enjoy it.
Title: The “Joys” of Family Gatherings
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
Summary: You thought your family was annoying? Try Metatron’s….
Author’s note: From Prompt Table 1 “Feasting.” Prompt: WTF is this?
Metatron looked around the gathering, shaking his head in disbelief. This was the Holy Host? These were Heaven’s representatives? Father forgive him, but they were all screwed.
Uriel was in a disagreement with Zachariah, Gabriel was proposing a food fight with Michael, and to make matters worse, Lucifer had “invited” himself over and was currently antagonizing Anna and Raphael with his rendition of how the Nativity “really” happened.
Metatron now understood why humans drank. He needed one himself.
A hand reached over, handing him a glass of something. “Wtf is this?” Metatron asked.
“Some sanity in a glass,” smiled Lucifer.
Title: A Little Kiss
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
Summary: Cas and Meg under the mistletoe… k-i-s-s-i-n-g.
Author’s note: From Prompt Table 5 “Family and/or Romance.” Prompt: Mistletoe
Meg watched Cas, slightly amused as the crazy angel waltzed down the hallway of the mental institution, humming to himself a Christmas carol he heard on the radio.
It was cute the first dozen times, but now it was friggin’ annoying. She needed to find a way to keep him quiet… for her own sanity, and relief came in the form of a little sprig of mistletoe she found… surely a gift sent from below.
Holding it above herself, Cas laughed at her.
“Shut up and kiss me,” she ordered, leaning into the angel and planting a kiss on him.
Rating: G thru PG-13
Author's notes: Written for spn_bigpretzel's Holiday Drabble Challenge.
Word count: Five 100-word stories.
Title: Trapped
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Summary: Being trapped in a blizzard was no fun.
Author’s note: From Prompt Table 7 “Hodgepodge.” Prompt: Snow
A blizzard roared outside the abandoned prison, covering everything in its path with snow. Dean looked at his brother, the irony of the four of them being trapped inside Crowley’s fortress not lost on him.
Cas and Crowley avoided each other’s gaze as best as inhumanly possible, as neither of them could leave due to the latter’s recent angel-and-demon proofing of the place. A plan that surely backfired on Crowley at that moment, who looked as though he would be the first person to crack any moment from cabin fever.
“This is going to be a long night,” Sam sighed.
Title: A Theory in Cooking
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Summary: Dean tries to cook a holiday meal.
Author’s note: From Prompt Table 2 “Cooking.” Prompt: Smoke Alarm
Sam knew he wasn’t the greatest cook, but Dean? Well, he was, simply put, worse. And that theory was definitely put to the test as Dean pulled a small, blackened turkey out of the oven, black smoke filling the tiny motel kitchen.
“Dean! Didn’t you set the timer?” Sam exclaimed.
Dean coughed. “I thought I did!”
Making matters worse, a small fire started in the oven, setting off the smoke alarm.
“Crap!” Putting their burnt turkey on the table, Dean reached into his back pocket, pulling out a bottle and sprinkled holy water over the fire.
“That’ll put it out.”
Title: A Toast to Yourself
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
Summary: Crowley toasts his recent “victories”.
Author’s note: From Prompt Table 3 “Altered States.” Prompt: A toast
Crowley smiled, raising a glass of Craig, toasting himself. His kind never celebrated holidays or anything, but this was a first. He had damn good reason to celebrate now, having claimed Hell’s throne for himself. Now that was worth celebrating.
Being the King was better than sex good. He should know. To think, he owed it all to the power of positive thinking, a few massacres here and there, and Lucifer getting his ass shoved back into the cage. That was pure brilliance on the Winchesters part, but wouldn’t tell them that.
No, he’d just sit back and enjoy it.
Title: The “Joys” of Family Gatherings
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
Summary: You thought your family was annoying? Try Metatron’s….
Author’s note: From Prompt Table 1 “Feasting.” Prompt: WTF is this?
Metatron looked around the gathering, shaking his head in disbelief. This was the Holy Host? These were Heaven’s representatives? Father forgive him, but they were all screwed.
Uriel was in a disagreement with Zachariah, Gabriel was proposing a food fight with Michael, and to make matters worse, Lucifer had “invited” himself over and was currently antagonizing Anna and Raphael with his rendition of how the Nativity “really” happened.
Metatron now understood why humans drank. He needed one himself.
A hand reached over, handing him a glass of something. “Wtf is this?” Metatron asked.
“Some sanity in a glass,” smiled Lucifer.
Title: A Little Kiss
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
Summary: Cas and Meg under the mistletoe… k-i-s-s-i-n-g.
Author’s note: From Prompt Table 5 “Family and/or Romance.” Prompt: Mistletoe
Meg watched Cas, slightly amused as the crazy angel waltzed down the hallway of the mental institution, humming to himself a Christmas carol he heard on the radio.
It was cute the first dozen times, but now it was friggin’ annoying. She needed to find a way to keep him quiet… for her own sanity, and relief came in the form of a little sprig of mistletoe she found… surely a gift sent from below.
Holding it above herself, Cas laughed at her.
“Shut up and kiss me,” she ordered, leaning into the angel and planting a kiss on him.