Drabbles
“Dean’s a donkey.” Sam’s voice is low and furious.
“Well, I’ve always considered him more of an ass, but potato, tomato.”
“Turn him back.”
“Sorry,” the Trickster grins unrepentantly. “Not until you’ve learned your lesson.”
Dean brays long and loud, green eyes staring death from beneath long, floppy ears.
“What lesson are you trying to teach us now?” Sam translates, somewhat inaccurately.
“You’re a smart boy. You tell me.”
Sam’s astride a horse so thin its rib bones are poking his knees. He’s holding a lance. “Stop tilting at windmills and accept our destiny?”
“Got it in one, Sam Quixote.”
Title: Beans
Characters: Sam, Dean
Rating: PG
Summary: Dean always likes to try the local specialties. For the prompt: Boston
“Ungh!” Sam gags in disgust and rolls down the passenger side window with a put upon sigh.
Dean shifts in the driver’s seat and belches, which is a far more acceptable expulsion of bodily gasses than the one thirty seconds before had been. “Problem, Princess?”
“You’re disgusting,” Sam replies, head tilted out the window into the oncoming rush of fresh air.
“Hey, this is just the body’s natural reaction to the foods we eat.” Dean sounds uncannily like Mr. Science here, and Sam grimaces.
“The food you eat, you mean.”
“When you’re in Boston, gotta have the baked beans, Sammy.”
Title: Doubts
Characters: soulless!Sam, Dean
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam used to get information with puppy dog eyes and earnest questions. Dean misses that Sam. For the prompt: blunt.
Dean can’t even be charitable enough to call Sam’s words blunt. They’re tactless, thoughtless and needlessly cruel- Dean’s dread increases with each utterance. He’s never seen his brother this way. Even in his worst fights with their father, there was cause for the verbal knives Sam hurled.
“What?” Sam’s got an amused look on his face.
“We’re trying to get information from these people, Sam. Not insult them then scare them to death.”
“Got it, didn’t I?” Sam shrugs.
“Yeah,” Dean concedes, “it’s how…..”
Sam’s expression doesn’t change and Dean wonders again how much of his brother escaped the cage.
Title: Differences
Characters: Dean, soulless!Sam
Rating: PG
Summary: A lot of things are different since Sam returned from the cage. Dean's having trouble wrapping his head around this one. For the prompt: end the drabble with the words "I'm driving."
The smell’s the worst. It’s just wrong in a way Dean can’t quite put his finger on. It’s not the only thing that’s wrong, of course, but it’s the only one he’ll admit to.
He doesn’t realize his nose is wrinkled until Sam asks what his problem is. He hesitates because there are so many answers to that question.
“It doesn’t smell right,” he manages, waving his hand vaguely.
“You mean it doesn’t smell like blood and fast food and sex? It’s not forty years old, Dean. It’s brand new and it smells brand new. Deal with what I’m driving.”
“Well, I’ve always considered him more of an ass, but potato, tomato.”
“Turn him back.”
“Sorry,” the Trickster grins unrepentantly. “Not until you’ve learned your lesson.”
Dean brays long and loud, green eyes staring death from beneath long, floppy ears.
“What lesson are you trying to teach us now?” Sam translates, somewhat inaccurately.
“You’re a smart boy. You tell me.”
Sam’s astride a horse so thin its rib bones are poking his knees. He’s holding a lance. “Stop tilting at windmills and accept our destiny?”
“Got it in one, Sam Quixote.”
Title: Beans
Characters: Sam, Dean
Rating: PG
Summary: Dean always likes to try the local specialties. For the prompt: Boston
“Ungh!” Sam gags in disgust and rolls down the passenger side window with a put upon sigh.
Dean shifts in the driver’s seat and belches, which is a far more acceptable expulsion of bodily gasses than the one thirty seconds before had been. “Problem, Princess?”
“You’re disgusting,” Sam replies, head tilted out the window into the oncoming rush of fresh air.
“Hey, this is just the body’s natural reaction to the foods we eat.” Dean sounds uncannily like Mr. Science here, and Sam grimaces.
“The food you eat, you mean.”
“When you’re in Boston, gotta have the baked beans, Sammy.”
Title: Doubts
Characters: soulless!Sam, Dean
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam used to get information with puppy dog eyes and earnest questions. Dean misses that Sam. For the prompt: blunt.
Dean can’t even be charitable enough to call Sam’s words blunt. They’re tactless, thoughtless and needlessly cruel- Dean’s dread increases with each utterance. He’s never seen his brother this way. Even in his worst fights with their father, there was cause for the verbal knives Sam hurled.
“What?” Sam’s got an amused look on his face.
“We’re trying to get information from these people, Sam. Not insult them then scare them to death.”
“Got it, didn’t I?” Sam shrugs.
“Yeah,” Dean concedes, “it’s how…..”
Sam’s expression doesn’t change and Dean wonders again how much of his brother escaped the cage.
Title: Differences
Characters: Dean, soulless!Sam
Rating: PG
Summary: A lot of things are different since Sam returned from the cage. Dean's having trouble wrapping his head around this one. For the prompt: end the drabble with the words "I'm driving."
The smell’s the worst. It’s just wrong in a way Dean can’t quite put his finger on. It’s not the only thing that’s wrong, of course, but it’s the only one he’ll admit to.
He doesn’t realize his nose is wrinkled until Sam asks what his problem is. He hesitates because there are so many answers to that question.
“It doesn’t smell right,” he manages, waving his hand vaguely.
“You mean it doesn’t smell like blood and fast food and sex? It’s not forty years old, Dean. It’s brand new and it smells brand new. Deal with what I’m driving.”