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Supernatural drabbles
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Yoinked from ignipes:

First 10 people to request a drabble (X-Files, Buffy, Firefly, Veronica Mars, Supernatural) with a prompt (vague or specific) will get one. It would be more than awesome if you'd write one too.

ignipes asked for Firefly with a prompt of chickens, explosives - Nandi answered her call.

And I asked for Supernatural, Dean when his voice is changing and this is the beauty with which she gifted me.

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Oooh. Supernatural: Sam's favorite memory from a birthday.

You can hit me back if you like. ♥.

Given our earlier conversation, I'd have to say Dean, the first time he hears someone say something about that luscious mouth of his.


It’s a standoff. Winchesters versus a nest of vamps. Dad’s actually trying to negotiate with the undead when their leader, leering, offers to trade: the dumb girl who’d been out alone at night for that boy; the one with the cocksucking mouth.

It’s not the first time he’s heard those words, and it’s not the first time he’s heard those words together, but it’s the first time he’s heard them together and referring to HIM. He stakes the fucker on Dad’s cue even though his first instinct is to cover Sammy’s ears and his second is to lick his lips.

oh! oh!

you rock SO HARD, monkie!

you are the best girl in the world, my love.

♥s all over the place.

That was such a good prompt, my darling. Do you have another? (IS GREEDY)


dean watching sam in "our town"

still thinking about yours, promise . . . there might be strawberry cake involved

Was reading through these drabbles and just had to say - guh, love it! Great instincts and great order of them. Cocksucking mouth.

The Mouse and the Motorcycle was just getting good when Dean came over and kicked his foot. "Outside," Dean said, leading the way to the park. They went hand-over-hand on the monkeybars and when he finally dropped, Dean just said, "Time to go."

The minute he unlocked the door, Dean got him in a headlock and marched him to the bathroom. "Shower."

When he emerged, he saw it, huge and pink, on the kitchen table. A cake with a candle.

Two empty tubs of strawberry icing lay in the trash. Dean's allergic to strawberries. "Dad will call tonight," Dean promised.

OH. ♥.

I don't have enough room in my for my love for them. And you. This is lovely!

Oh, so glad you liked!

I had a whole outtake where Dean discovers his strawberry allergy because of a girl who has a fondness for strawberries-and-champagne massage oil, but that made him too old for the weeWinchester poignant story I wanted.

And it seemed like such a boy thing to do, to have way too much frosting for a cake.

It really, really does. The frosting. It's perfect.

Supernatural, please. I gave these prompts to someone else once and loved the result, so: indigo, blizzard, pine.

On it!

I should have said that I'd write Denny for you, but that might have just ended up being "Dennnyyyyyyyyy" a hundred times, so this is better.


would you like something in return? i feel as though i should, since mine was so, so lovely.

Really? Okay, then: Sam ordering the uniforms (with namepatches!) the boys wore in "Shadow."


that's gonna take me a lil while. :)

Since Jessica, Sam only sleeps in fits and starts, but heavily, his mouth hanging open. Curled up beside him under this itchy indigo blanket, Dean remembers breathing in his baby brother’s milky smell, savoring it, but that’s long gone and now Sam bears the wintry spice of pine needles on his skin. It’s only because of the blizzard, Dean knows, and the strange workings of his mind. If they were somewhere sunny, he’d smell saltwater on Sam, an imaginary day at the beach, bright and playful, and it hurts to know Sam only remembers the scent of long blonde hair.

oh. oh, i love this. *cradles it to chest*

Yay! Can you link the other indigo/blizzard/pine drabble, please? I'm curious now.

oof, might take me a couple of minutes to find it -- it was back in lotrps, and was a ficlet, i think, not a drabble.

and see, but then, i, um. i stole the prompts for myself, too. back then, i mean. >.>

Supernatural, gen: keys, newspaper, remedy.

Feel free to hit me up, too. *mwah*

Yay! Hmmm . . . John and the Impala.

Yay! Hmmm . . . John and the Impala.

Just for you, baby.

First Love

John first saw her right before he shipped out. She was sexy-sleek and black, and her engine rumbled like thunder, and he would probably die in the jungle, but he bought her anyway and kept a picture of it in a plastic bag tucked inside his helmet during both of his tours.

Mary used to tell everyone that Dean was conceived in the back seat, which probably explained a few things. But still, the day that John tossed the keys to Dean and told him to take care of her, he had to force back the lump in his throat.


I LOVE that Dean was conceived there, because it combines John's first three loves (car, Mary, Dean), makes Mary seem more real than just golden angel, and actually does explain a lot about Dean.

kisses, baby!

He lost the tooth at the amusement park, during the second-grade field trip. He lost his keys to the apartment too, on some roller-coaster, and Dean cut school the next day to get his set copied.

There’d been a class photo taken that day, all of them grinning ear-to-ear; the local newspaper printed it in the eternal absence of real news. Dean clipped it and stuck it on the fridge and Sam ran wondering, blackening fingers over it while Dad pushed aside Dean’s math and grammar workbooks to quiz him on remedies for a werewolf’s bite and a succubus’s kiss.

Nawwwww!!!! Wee!chesters & John all quizzing Dean. *cuddles drabble*

Thank you baby!!!! (And I will do my best to get to your tomorrow. *mwah*)

Ah what a brilliant idea and what lovely drabbles you've written.

Okay Dean or Sam's first taste of alcohol

I was going to request Veronica Mars because I've not read anything in that fandom, just to be contrary, but I couldn't think of anything! Lol.

Happy to write something back.

hmmm . . . Sam's the driver (and we all know driver picks the music).

Ooh okay I'll work on this today. I may steal this drabble idea if that's ok.

And having read the VM fic (very good, how exciting to read a Logan/Veronica fic. I love Veronica Mars), I now say if you don't want to do alcohol - Dean eating anything in a sexy manner will do! :)

Wrote two and couldn't decide between em so you can have both. Let me know which you like best.


Sam took pleasure in how the leather felt through the thin cotton of his tee and wished it were next to his skin. He flexed his fingers and gripped the wheel with just the right amount of pressure, firmly but gently. A soon to be sunburnt arm hung out the window and the wind whipped through his hair.

Dean always travelled at illegal speeds, but Sam usually stayed within the law. Dean must be rubbing off on him because he felt reckless, on the edge. He took the corner too fast and gunned the Impala to the final inch of its limits.


That's the first one, and here's the other:


Sam slid into the driver’s seat and took great satisfaction in moving it back as far as it would go. He reached to adjust the mirror too and Dean grunted half in complaint, but settled into sleep next to him.

He sped along the highway, popped his cassette into the deck and listened to it quietly, humming along under his breath.

Lunch and time to wake Dean. Sam grinned to himself and reached to turn up the volume knob to its fullest extent. He laughed as Dean roused with a shock to the strains of Coldplay.

‘What the… turn off that whiny British shit.’

‘Now now Dean, you know as well as I do, Driver picks the music…’

Whee! The second one is much more what I was imagining, so I pick that one. Awesome!

Ha, the second one was more what I had in mind but I've wanted to use the illegal speeds line in something for a while so I took this excuse!

This is a great game.

I wrote a Veronica Mars fic once upon a time. It's season 1, so no spoilers.

Just because you knew you had a tendency to overthink things didn’t mean you could keep yourself from doing it. Just because you’d been the star of every debate team you joined didn’t mean your best opponent wasn’t always going to be yourself.

"I’m an adult," you say out loud, convincing exactly nobody. "It’s just alcohol." Just a beer, not arsenic, hemlock, or absinthe. You’d find it easier to talk yourself into taking poison, philosopher’s death, or madness; if you do this, you’ll be saying you’re grown up, that you don’t need Dean watching over you.

You drink. You choke.

Aw I love this. You really got into Sam's head here with overthinking things. And how book smarts don't help or stop you doing things sometimes. And Sam choking on it. He needs Dean to watch over him.

Beautiful. 'You'd find it easier to talk yourself into taking poison'. Lovely. Thanks so much.

Hi, you don't know me very well, but we both post(ed) on TWOP, and I read your awesome RemoveTheBee letter, and well, you rock. Sorry for the random friendage.

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