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chaos_silk) wrote2009-01-14 05:56 pm
chaos_silk) wrote2009-01-14 05:56 pm
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Random Sam/Dean Drabbles.
Title: Random Sam/Dean Drabbles.
Fandom: Supernatural.
Warnings: Implied Incest (no almost smut this time, but still pretty amusing).
Summary: Cute little drabbles inspired by prompts sent over MSN. Five total, and they get longer as they go.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the concept. And sometimes not even that.
Written for Star, for being awesome.
Prompt: Bunnies.
“What the hell?” Dean exclaimed, jumping nearly a foot in the air as something rustled in the bushes nearby. Sam looked at him, raising an eyebrow as the rabbit hopped out onto the grass.
“Scared of little bunnies too now?”
“Shut up Sam.”
Prompt: Grave flowers.
There were times when Sam really wished Dean’s apology bouquets were a little more colorful and less creepy. He appreciated the thought, but every time he came out of the shower to see those small, delicate white flowers laid out neatly on his pillow, his heart came to a screeching halt. Whenever he saw them, looking like that, lying so innocent on the bed, he could not shake the thought that someone had died.
Those little flowers always reminded him of the flowers he always saw laying on a fresh grave, so much so that he thought he would never be comfortable with Dean’s way of making an apology.
Prompt: Winged costume for one of the boys.
Dean smirked into the mirror as he ran a comb through his hair, careful not to upset the horns he had clipped there. Behind him sulked Sam, dressed in a rather slutty angel costume, complete with wings, halo and midriff-baring shirt.
“Dude...” Sam said, frowning as he tried to drag the hem of his shirt just an inch lower, then tried to drag the waistband of his low-rise white jeans just an inch higher, and failed miserably because the fabric was tight enough to almost cut off circulation. He glared at Dean, lip jutting out in an adorable pout. “I am never going drinking with you again.”
Prompt: Sam does something stupid, which prompts Dean to start a fight, ends in a kiss.
“That was stupid.” Dean snapped, slamming Sam up against the hotel door as soon as it had slid closed behind them. Sam blinked slowly, trying to remember what Dean was talking about. He didn’t remember doing anything especially stupid today.
“What are you talking about Dean?” Sam asked, genuinely confused as he tried to pry his brother’s hands from the lapels of his coat without ripping the fabric.
Dean scowled. “Come on Sammy, you know what you did.” He tightened his grip on Sam’s coat, just to be annoying. Sam stared at him.
“No, really, what did I do?” Dean’s face darkened at Sam’s ‘innocent’ question. He leaned forward, breath puffing against his brother’s cheeks as he stared deep into the younger man’s eyes. Sam blinked again, staring back rather uneasily. Suddenly Dean moved forward, brushing his lips against Sam’s in a quick, forceful kiss before stepping back.
“Just...” Dean paused, swallowing. “Just don’t do it again.” And with that, he headed towards the bathroom, shedding gore-stained garments as with every step, leaving Sam staring at his back, fingers gently touching his lips.
Prompt: Dean confesses, in a confessional booth. (This wasn’t the original prompt, this was just how my Dean!muse took it.)
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.” Dean whispered, bowing his head over his folded hands, his confident voice quietly echoing throughout the confines of the small confessional booth. He waited, resisting the urge to fidget nervously.
“Speak my child.” Sam’s voice came from the other side of the screen. Dean’s lips twitched up in an unseen smile, breathing a sigh of relief as he reached into the inner pocket of his jacket to bring out a small stack of papers containing all the info he had uncovered about the choir ghost while Sam was undercover investigating the site.
“Well Father, for months now I have been having sinful thoughts about a younger man.” Dean said in an even tone, grinning cockily as he slid the papers through the hole at the bottom of the screen. He almost bit his tongue trying to contain the laughter that welled up in him at Sam’s gasp. “It’s someone I’ve known all of his life. I’ve been just about the only one he knows he can count on.” He continued shifting in preparation to get out of the booth.
“Oh,” He paused, halfway out of the chair. “Did I mention he’s my brother?” Leaving that sentence hanging in the air, Dean left the confessional booth, whistling cheerfully, the look on his face clearly saying ‘I have just mentally scarred my younger sibling for life, and it was awesome’. Which left Sam sitting in the confessional, papers clutched tightly in hand as he tried to process what his brother had just said without screaming.
Speaking of the last one, all I know of confessionals is what I’ve seen in movies, read in books, and I know that Dean was supposed to wait and receive punishment of some kind, but I think Sam is probably going to kill him once he’s no longer investigating, so I figured that was punishment enough.
Oh, and Dean’s last little facial expression mentioned, see, as an evil older sibling I have this wicked little grin that appears on my face whenever I break my sister’s mind (it happens quite often, she really should stop asking what I’m doing), so when I pictured Dean exiting the booth, I could see that evil little grin on his face.
In short, mind-scarring sibling is fun, and should be done whenever possible.
Enjoy ^^.
Fandom: Supernatural.
Warnings: Implied Incest (no almost smut this time, but still pretty amusing).
Summary: Cute little drabbles inspired by prompts sent over MSN. Five total, and they get longer as they go.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the concept. And sometimes not even that.
Written for Star, for being awesome.
Prompt: Bunnies.
“What the hell?” Dean exclaimed, jumping nearly a foot in the air as something rustled in the bushes nearby. Sam looked at him, raising an eyebrow as the rabbit hopped out onto the grass.
“Scared of little bunnies too now?”
“Shut up Sam.”
Prompt: Grave flowers.
There were times when Sam really wished Dean’s apology bouquets were a little more colorful and less creepy. He appreciated the thought, but every time he came out of the shower to see those small, delicate white flowers laid out neatly on his pillow, his heart came to a screeching halt. Whenever he saw them, looking like that, lying so innocent on the bed, he could not shake the thought that someone had died.
Those little flowers always reminded him of the flowers he always saw laying on a fresh grave, so much so that he thought he would never be comfortable with Dean’s way of making an apology.
Prompt: Winged costume for one of the boys.
Dean smirked into the mirror as he ran a comb through his hair, careful not to upset the horns he had clipped there. Behind him sulked Sam, dressed in a rather slutty angel costume, complete with wings, halo and midriff-baring shirt.
“Dude...” Sam said, frowning as he tried to drag the hem of his shirt just an inch lower, then tried to drag the waistband of his low-rise white jeans just an inch higher, and failed miserably because the fabric was tight enough to almost cut off circulation. He glared at Dean, lip jutting out in an adorable pout. “I am never going drinking with you again.”
Prompt: Sam does something stupid, which prompts Dean to start a fight, ends in a kiss.
“That was stupid.” Dean snapped, slamming Sam up against the hotel door as soon as it had slid closed behind them. Sam blinked slowly, trying to remember what Dean was talking about. He didn’t remember doing anything especially stupid today.
“What are you talking about Dean?” Sam asked, genuinely confused as he tried to pry his brother’s hands from the lapels of his coat without ripping the fabric.
Dean scowled. “Come on Sammy, you know what you did.” He tightened his grip on Sam’s coat, just to be annoying. Sam stared at him.
“No, really, what did I do?” Dean’s face darkened at Sam’s ‘innocent’ question. He leaned forward, breath puffing against his brother’s cheeks as he stared deep into the younger man’s eyes. Sam blinked again, staring back rather uneasily. Suddenly Dean moved forward, brushing his lips against Sam’s in a quick, forceful kiss before stepping back.
“Just...” Dean paused, swallowing. “Just don’t do it again.” And with that, he headed towards the bathroom, shedding gore-stained garments as with every step, leaving Sam staring at his back, fingers gently touching his lips.
Prompt: Dean confesses, in a confessional booth. (This wasn’t the original prompt, this was just how my Dean!muse took it.)
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.” Dean whispered, bowing his head over his folded hands, his confident voice quietly echoing throughout the confines of the small confessional booth. He waited, resisting the urge to fidget nervously.
“Speak my child.” Sam’s voice came from the other side of the screen. Dean’s lips twitched up in an unseen smile, breathing a sigh of relief as he reached into the inner pocket of his jacket to bring out a small stack of papers containing all the info he had uncovered about the choir ghost while Sam was undercover investigating the site.
“Well Father, for months now I have been having sinful thoughts about a younger man.” Dean said in an even tone, grinning cockily as he slid the papers through the hole at the bottom of the screen. He almost bit his tongue trying to contain the laughter that welled up in him at Sam’s gasp. “It’s someone I’ve known all of his life. I’ve been just about the only one he knows he can count on.” He continued shifting in preparation to get out of the booth.
“Oh,” He paused, halfway out of the chair. “Did I mention he’s my brother?” Leaving that sentence hanging in the air, Dean left the confessional booth, whistling cheerfully, the look on his face clearly saying ‘I have just mentally scarred my younger sibling for life, and it was awesome’. Which left Sam sitting in the confessional, papers clutched tightly in hand as he tried to process what his brother had just said without screaming.
Speaking of the last one, all I know of confessionals is what I’ve seen in movies, read in books, and I know that Dean was supposed to wait and receive punishment of some kind, but I think Sam is probably going to kill him once he’s no longer investigating, so I figured that was punishment enough.
Oh, and Dean’s last little facial expression mentioned, see, as an evil older sibling I have this wicked little grin that appears on my face whenever I break my sister’s mind (it happens quite often, she really should stop asking what I’m doing), so when I pictured Dean exiting the booth, I could see that evil little grin on his face.
In short, mind-scarring sibling is fun, and should be done whenever possible.
Enjoy ^^.