5 One Shots: Music Meme 1: Supernatural
To play - you set iTunes/WMP to shuffle, and answer each question with the title of the next song that comes up. Write a sentence/drabble/etc. with your prompt. Limit yourself to a fandom, a pairing, or don't!
IF SOMEONE SAYS 'IS THIS OKAY?' YOU SAY:
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?:
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN THE OPPOSITE/SAME SEX?:
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?:
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?:
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?:
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?:
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?:
WHAT IS TWO PLUS TWO?:
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?:
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?:
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?:
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?:
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?:
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?:
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY / INTEREST?
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?:
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?:
WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?:
HOW WILL YOU DIE?:
WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?:
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?:
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?:
WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?:
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?:
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?:
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?:
WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?:
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
I'm doing this with Supernatural, but am only going to post 5 fics at a time, so this doesn't get craaaazy long. :)
Fandom: Supernatural
Warnings: Slashiness, BLUUUD, alcohol, Simpsons reference, Zoolander reference
Ratings: G-PG
Word Count: 1085
Eras: Pre-series, Seasons 5 & 6
Title: Little Bit
Characters: Sam, pre-Dean/Castiel
Prompt: IF SOMEONE SAYS 'IS THIS OKAY?' YOU SAY: "Little Bit" by Lykke Li
Genres: Humor
Dean doesn't understand how he got into this situation in the first place - but then he rarely does.
For reasons unknown the nerdy, little angel had gotten bored and fidgety in the car and had proceeded to take his tie off. Now that they needed to go talk to a bishop who could hopefully give them answers and they needed to look respectful, Castiel couldn't get it back on.
"How'd you put it on before?" Dean asked, frustrated. Tightening a tie was one thing, but putting it own backwards was turning out to be more complicated.
"I did not choose my clothing; it was already being worn."
"Hurry up, guys," Sam called from the bottom of the church steps. "His secretary said like fifteen times he doesn't like to be kept waiting."
Dean sighed, grabbed Castiel's shoulders, and spun him around. Leaning over his slightly shorter shoulders, Dean reached over to his neck and finally made progress on the tie. "I told you not to touch anything."
Dean felt more than heard Castiel's slight sigh.
"There! All done."
Castiel looked down and nodded. He tried to straighten his suit coat as they followed Sam up the steps. "I think I can do it next time."
Dean rolled his eyes, muttering, "Who's a big boy now?"
Castiel looked at Dean before they entered the church. "Is this presentable?"
Giving him a shove, Dean laughed, "You'll do."
Title: Ready
Characters: John, Sam, Dean
Prompt: WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?: "I'm Ready, I Am" - The Format
Genres: Drama
"Daaaaaaad, let me come!" If Sam's lower lip was sticking out any further, it'd have it's own address - 1200 Pitiful Lane.
John's voice was sharp and final, "You're not old enough Sam. I won't say it again."
Instead of trying his father again, he plopped down on the couch next to Dean, who was checking the ammo on the guns, because he was old enough to go. His "s'not fair" was just loud enough for their father to hear, but not loud enough to be backtalk.
Dean didn't say anything, and Sam rolled his eyes. 'Course Dean wouldn't say anything; Dean would agree with Dad if he said the sky was orange and the moon purple. Just wasn't fair.
Sam kicked his foot stubbornly against the coffee table to be annoying. "I am ready, you know."
Title: Sweet Blood
Characters: Ruby/Sam
Prompt: WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN THE OPPOSITE/SAME SEX?: "Queen Anne's Revenge" - Flogging Molly
Genres: Dark
Dancing with a madman, he couldn't see the demons. He lusted, he desired, he burned - at first to do good - but now, for blood.
Ruby was sweet and willing. Sam loved the red the flowed darkly from her veins. Yet he loved the stolen blood more. The hunt and the kill, they filled him up better. Their strength became his power.
It came to a point where he didn't know what evil was anymore. The darkness flowing through him bloated out the light. It made the contrast between good and evil impossible to see. The blood felt good, and it made him feel better.
He couldn't see evil anymore. Ruby stood right beside him the whole way.
Title: Stars Dance
Characters: pre-Castiel/Dean
Prompt: HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?: "Fireflies" - Owl City
Genres: Drama
"When I'm with you, the days are longer."
Dean looked over at Castiel, who was staring up at the night sky and saying strange things. And he was only on his second beer.
"I have lived millennium, yet they seem short compared to my days on earth. Why is that?"
Dean wasn't sure if that was a rhetorical question (or what exactly a rhetorical question was), but he decided to answer with the first thing his fourth-beer brain came up with. "It's prob'ly cause in heaven or wherever you are when you're not here here, you're zippin' around and flyin' all over the place. You never slow down; you're a workaholic up there."
"I do not know what a 'workaholic' is?"
"It means you're addicted to workahol." Dean snorted. He may have borrowed the joke from The Simpsons, but it's not like Cas would know. It's not like Cas would even know it was a joke.
"Your theory may have some validity."
Dean nodded. Of course he was right.
"Things are slower-paced when I am in this form. It takes longer to get things done, longer to talk, longer to get anywhere in your car."
Dean decided to ignore the dirty look Castiel gave his baby.
Castiel continued, "I find myself enjoying it."
"The car?"
"No." And there was another look. "When things are slower, it is easier to appreciate them."
Dean shook his head. "We'll you've been nursing that beer for about an hour now. I hope you're appreciating it."
"Not really." Angel had no taste whatsoever. "Though I do enjoy being here and looking at the stars. They're so small from down here. They look like fireflies."
"Nah, fireflies dance."
Castiel gave him a serious look. "Dean, the stars are dancing. We are just moving too slow to see them. One day I will be get to show you."
Title: Don't Wanna Close My Eyes, Don't Wanna Fall Asleep
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel
Prompt: WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?: "Drunken Lullabies" - Flogging Molly
Genre: Humor
"Grab his feet," directed Dean as he stuck his arms under Castiel's underarms. Sam shook his head in amused annoyance as he lifted the passed-out-drunk angel up off the abandoned bar's floor. Together they carried him through the door, mumbling apologizes to the bar owner, who was waiting outside, cell phone in hand, just waiting for the excuse to call the cops.
"We'll take him home; sorry for the bother," Sam said, flushing with both exertion and mild embarrassment.
"Just get him outta here and tell him, he ain't coming back!"
"Sure, sure, buddy. Not like we'd come back to this dive anyway," grumbled Dean as he hoisted the angel into the car.
They climbed in the front, simultaneously rolling down the windows. It smelled like a brewery.
Dean's face was stiff; just because it was the end of the world (again), angel-boy here had no reason to get depressed and drunk. Couldn't he, at least, get drunk like a normal person? Demanding everything in the bar and scaring the other patrons with surly stares was way too much. Didn't he trust them enough to know they'd do everything to save the day or die trying?
Dean's internal complaining was interrupted by Sam messing with the radio. "Dude, you know the rule," reminded Dean in an easy tone.
"I'm just trying to find something to soothe the savage beast." Sam gestured to the back seat.
Dean glanced in the rear-view mirror; Castiel was curled up, face scrunched in sorrow or pain, he couldn't tell. Softening, Dean nodded as Sam found Aerosmith's "Don't Want to Miss a Thing" - a good enough compromise. The slow rhythm softly filled the car, relaxing them all.
IF SOMEONE SAYS 'IS THIS OKAY?' YOU SAY:
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?:
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN THE OPPOSITE/SAME SEX?:
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?:
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?:
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?:
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?:
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?:
WHAT IS TWO PLUS TWO?:
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?:
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?:
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?:
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?:
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?:
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?:
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY / INTEREST?
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?:
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?:
WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?:
HOW WILL YOU DIE?:
WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?:
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?:
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?:
WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?:
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?:
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?:
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?:
WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?:
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
I'm doing this with Supernatural, but am only going to post 5 fics at a time, so this doesn't get craaaazy long. :)
Fandom: Supernatural
Warnings: Slashiness, BLUUUD, alcohol, Simpsons reference, Zoolander reference
Ratings: G-PG
Word Count: 1085
Eras: Pre-series, Seasons 5 & 6
Title: Little Bit
Characters: Sam, pre-Dean/Castiel
Prompt: IF SOMEONE SAYS 'IS THIS OKAY?' YOU SAY: "Little Bit" by Lykke Li
Genres: Humor
Dean doesn't understand how he got into this situation in the first place - but then he rarely does.
For reasons unknown the nerdy, little angel had gotten bored and fidgety in the car and had proceeded to take his tie off. Now that they needed to go talk to a bishop who could hopefully give them answers and they needed to look respectful, Castiel couldn't get it back on.
"How'd you put it on before?" Dean asked, frustrated. Tightening a tie was one thing, but putting it own backwards was turning out to be more complicated.
"I did not choose my clothing; it was already being worn."
"Hurry up, guys," Sam called from the bottom of the church steps. "His secretary said like fifteen times he doesn't like to be kept waiting."
Dean sighed, grabbed Castiel's shoulders, and spun him around. Leaning over his slightly shorter shoulders, Dean reached over to his neck and finally made progress on the tie. "I told you not to touch anything."
Dean felt more than heard Castiel's slight sigh.
"There! All done."
Castiel looked down and nodded. He tried to straighten his suit coat as they followed Sam up the steps. "I think I can do it next time."
Dean rolled his eyes, muttering, "Who's a big boy now?"
Castiel looked at Dean before they entered the church. "Is this presentable?"
Giving him a shove, Dean laughed, "You'll do."
Title: Ready
Characters: John, Sam, Dean
Prompt: WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?: "I'm Ready, I Am" - The Format
Genres: Drama
"Daaaaaaad, let me come!" If Sam's lower lip was sticking out any further, it'd have it's own address - 1200 Pitiful Lane.
John's voice was sharp and final, "You're not old enough Sam. I won't say it again."
Instead of trying his father again, he plopped down on the couch next to Dean, who was checking the ammo on the guns, because he was old enough to go. His "s'not fair" was just loud enough for their father to hear, but not loud enough to be backtalk.
Dean didn't say anything, and Sam rolled his eyes. 'Course Dean wouldn't say anything; Dean would agree with Dad if he said the sky was orange and the moon purple. Just wasn't fair.
Sam kicked his foot stubbornly against the coffee table to be annoying. "I am ready, you know."
Title: Sweet Blood
Characters: Ruby/Sam
Prompt: WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN THE OPPOSITE/SAME SEX?: "Queen Anne's Revenge" - Flogging Molly
Genres: Dark
Dancing with a madman, he couldn't see the demons. He lusted, he desired, he burned - at first to do good - but now, for blood.
Ruby was sweet and willing. Sam loved the red the flowed darkly from her veins. Yet he loved the stolen blood more. The hunt and the kill, they filled him up better. Their strength became his power.
It came to a point where he didn't know what evil was anymore. The darkness flowing through him bloated out the light. It made the contrast between good and evil impossible to see. The blood felt good, and it made him feel better.
He couldn't see evil anymore. Ruby stood right beside him the whole way.
Title: Stars Dance
Characters: pre-Castiel/Dean
Prompt: HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?: "Fireflies" - Owl City
Genres: Drama
"When I'm with you, the days are longer."
Dean looked over at Castiel, who was staring up at the night sky and saying strange things. And he was only on his second beer.
"I have lived millennium, yet they seem short compared to my days on earth. Why is that?"
Dean wasn't sure if that was a rhetorical question (or what exactly a rhetorical question was), but he decided to answer with the first thing his fourth-beer brain came up with. "It's prob'ly cause in heaven or wherever you are when you're not here here, you're zippin' around and flyin' all over the place. You never slow down; you're a workaholic up there."
"I do not know what a 'workaholic' is?"
"It means you're addicted to workahol." Dean snorted. He may have borrowed the joke from The Simpsons, but it's not like Cas would know. It's not like Cas would even know it was a joke.
"Your theory may have some validity."
Dean nodded. Of course he was right.
"Things are slower-paced when I am in this form. It takes longer to get things done, longer to talk, longer to get anywhere in your car."
Dean decided to ignore the dirty look Castiel gave his baby.
Castiel continued, "I find myself enjoying it."
"The car?"
"No." And there was another look. "When things are slower, it is easier to appreciate them."
Dean shook his head. "We'll you've been nursing that beer for about an hour now. I hope you're appreciating it."
"Not really." Angel had no taste whatsoever. "Though I do enjoy being here and looking at the stars. They're so small from down here. They look like fireflies."
"Nah, fireflies dance."
Castiel gave him a serious look. "Dean, the stars are dancing. We are just moving too slow to see them. One day I will be get to show you."
Title: Don't Wanna Close My Eyes, Don't Wanna Fall Asleep
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel
Prompt: WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?: "Drunken Lullabies" - Flogging Molly
Genre: Humor
"Grab his feet," directed Dean as he stuck his arms under Castiel's underarms. Sam shook his head in amused annoyance as he lifted the passed-out-drunk angel up off the abandoned bar's floor. Together they carried him through the door, mumbling apologizes to the bar owner, who was waiting outside, cell phone in hand, just waiting for the excuse to call the cops.
"We'll take him home; sorry for the bother," Sam said, flushing with both exertion and mild embarrassment.
"Just get him outta here and tell him, he ain't coming back!"
"Sure, sure, buddy. Not like we'd come back to this dive anyway," grumbled Dean as he hoisted the angel into the car.
They climbed in the front, simultaneously rolling down the windows. It smelled like a brewery.
Dean's face was stiff; just because it was the end of the world (again), angel-boy here had no reason to get depressed and drunk. Couldn't he, at least, get drunk like a normal person? Demanding everything in the bar and scaring the other patrons with surly stares was way too much. Didn't he trust them enough to know they'd do everything to save the day or die trying?
Dean's internal complaining was interrupted by Sam messing with the radio. "Dude, you know the rule," reminded Dean in an easy tone.
"I'm just trying to find something to soothe the savage beast." Sam gestured to the back seat.
Dean glanced in the rear-view mirror; Castiel was curled up, face scrunched in sorrow or pain, he couldn't tell. Softening, Dean nodded as Sam found Aerosmith's "Don't Want to Miss a Thing" - a good enough compromise. The slow rhythm softly filled the car, relaxing them all.