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Pairing: Sam/Jess
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Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam shows he can cut hair.
"You totally can't cut hair."
"Yes I can."
"No you can't, Sam."
"Yes, I can. I lived with two guys all my life, and I have this mop of hair on my head. Let me cut it. We don't have enough money for a haircut."
"Whatever."
Fifteen minutes later and Sam turned her to look at herself in the mirror. One half of her blonde hair was not only cut but layered, and the other half was butchered.
"Jess, little tip? Next time you want a hair cut, come to me."
"Oh, someone is so sleeping on the couch tonight."
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Picture: Here
Word Count: 200
Rating: R
Summary: Sam knows it's messed up, but somehow he still thinks protection is beating his brother's face in.
Sam used to believe it was just sibling protection. He'd think it was a play on the old 'big brother protects young sister' act. But as time went on, he realized that it couldn't be. Dean was older than him, and neither of them were girls.
It wasn't even a need to protect anymore. Sitting in the bar, he wanted to just keep Dean from everyone. The girls in there were too horrible for him. He was watching Dean intently as he brought a girl - Mandy, if he remembered right - an apple martini and had himself two whiskeys. She was attractive, but she wanted Dean just for his body.
There were some days that he wanted to change that. He knew how too. A part of him that he wanted to blame on the possession, a small speck that had been left over in him, knew how to change all of it. A quick slip of the blade could make only him see Dean's perfection. A huge scar, part of his lip missing, a mutilated hand...
Before the thoughts could manifest any further, Sam ordered a double whiskey. He knew that at least Dean deserved better than that.
Pairing: Gen
Picture: Here
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Summary: Dean's caused Sam to dream.
Author's Notes: I'm not really sure if this one is Sam-centric. I don't think so but it's fun and only 200 words.
Knowing who's at the end of a phone call is never a big deal. Maybe guessing who is outside the door is a bit creepy but useful. Dreaming an entire day is fucking scary, though.
I always thought I was a freak. Then Dad brought us to our first telepath, never knowing I was one. But it cleared some things up.
Now, listening to your confused words, I can't help but wish I'd left. First the guns and death spread, and now the powers had too.
You're starting to dream because of me.
I'm so sorry I can't fix it.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Jess
Picture: Here
Word Count: 741
Rating: PG-13
Summary: College is too hard for Sam.
Not surprisingly, an education had never been a top priority for the Winchesters. Sam could remember Dean going to high school - his highest grade had been a C+ in science, where he could make things explode or dissect animals. But when he'd dropped out at seventeen and a half in his junior year, John hadn't even blinked. Sam had been there for the conversation of Dean being told he'd be a hunter, and had been surprised with how large Dean's smile had grown. It'd all been so odd as if he'd been told he'd have to do that for all his life, he would've been yelling and screaming. Then again, he would've never quit.
Sam himself had done so well in school. He'd gotten A's and A+'s without a problem, sometimes without studying. Reports were done long before they were due, and he was never picked on for being smart because once he reached 6'0", he wasn't really that easy to fight and hurt anymore. Then he'd signed up for Stanford, thinking he had a chance.
Apparently, a Kansas school was nothing compared to Stanford. History classes were ten times harder with information he was sure they were making up. There were words he didn't get, formulas he didn't understand in math classes he hated, and reports longer than he could ever manage in the allotted time periods. The only feasible way he could pass was if he took just one class a semester, but that would be insane for the price. Plus by the time he'd finish doing that, he'd be thirty.
So he'd quit. With no one to back him up, it wasn't that hard. There was Jessica, but after a long decision she'd decided to come along. It was weird but she wasn't doing well either and wanted to go to exploring. So just a few signatures to the papers and they were out. With their bags packed and their goodbyes said, they'd gotten a long ride back to Kansas, hoping they could find Dean. He wasn't even sure if John was with him anymore and didn't quite care.
It took a week before he gave up and called. The motel room he and Jess were sharing was nothing like she deserved - it had a television and a king sized bed, but there was a stain on the carpet and he had to question if the sheets had been changed in weeks. It was all he could afford unless he wanted to go to Dean's ways though. They'd had to hitchhike to get to where they were, and had to eat out of diners where he was sure there were bugs in the back or fast food places even though Jessica was a vegetarian. He felt horrible for subjecting her to this.
After dialing the numbers, he waited. A familiar tone hit his ears and he looked down to his feet, wishing it would just hurry up. It had to, right? Three rings in, he was waiting for Dean's voicemail but heard a scruffy, "Who is this?" at the other end.
"Dean, where are you? I'm running out of money?" It came out as more of a question than a statement, a nervous habit he'd picked up at Stanford. He felt Jessica move behind him and begin to massage his shoulders, calming him down some. He didn't know what he'd do without her.
"Sammy?" A shuffle of the phone and then came the words, "Why? You in trouble?"
"I… I got kicked out."
He couldn't admit to it. He didn't think he ever could.
"For what? What the hell could you get kicked out for?"
"I…" He glanced back at Jess. It'd been an upsetting week. He'd had to explain about hunting, about the demons, ghosts, vampires… about everything. She wouldn't get upset about this, at least not like she would've a week prior. "They found my shotgun."
Another shuffle and he wondered if his brother was getting dressed. "You dumbass. Where are you? I'll come get you. You're lucky you didn't get arrested. Fucking idiot. Hide it under the floorboards! Never listen to me, though, do you!?"
A slow swallow and he finally whispered, "Dean, I dropped out. Me and Jess. It's too damn hard." The silence made him feel sick but he knew Dean heard him as if he hadn't, he would've still been ranting. "I didn't… I…"
"I'll be there to pick you up in a bit. Where are you?" Once the address was given, Dean said into the phone, "This chick better be hot if she's getting a ride in the Impala. I'll be there in an hour."
"Thanks."
"And I want regular threesomes." The choked noise Sam gave was apparently funny as Dean laughed. "I was joking. Wouldn't want to see you naked if my life depended on it. I want her by myself, at least once. My payment for you being stupid and not realizing who you are at heart. Be there in thirty."
Before Sam could complain - or ask why the time had suddenly been cut in half - the phone was turned off.
Fandom: SPN
Pairing: Gen
Picture: Here
Word Count: 1027
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sam has a vision.
For some reason, the night kept dragging on. A stupid case of a demon who was possessing a small group of backpackers had taken way too long, and Sam was beginning to get a headache. He had no reason for it as he followed Dean through the woods, as it didn't feel like a vision. Most of the backpackers had run off or were dead by the time they'd arrived, and the only one that had been living was possessed which they'd had to shoot - a cute girl named Matilda. It'd been a hard case. Maybe that was it. They'd destroyed the demon though by killing her.
As they headed from the woods towards a connecting park, Sam found himself watching his feet. He was absolutely starving, but something didn't feel right. He'd never been hungrier in his life, though a different part of him wanted something else that he couldn't describe. It felt familiar enough so he kept it from Dean, figuring it'd leave eventually.
Once the trees began to lighten and he could see children and parents picnicking in the park, he looked towards Dean. "Can we stop by somewhere and get something to eat?"
"There's a diner that we passed to get here. How about there?"
"Yeah. Sure. I'm just... I'm hungry and my head feels weird." As the words were spoken, he could feel an overpowering need to harm people. It made him stop and lose sense of all direction, until he noticed a rock nearby. A single, sharp rock that he picked up quickly and rose, then slammed towards Dean's head. The thing was that the time before it was a demon possessing him - this time something else was going on.
Dean began to back up, expecting the hit but not fast enough - he was soon unconscious. Along with him being knocked out, there was a large cut on his head that was bleeding and made Sam's senses go into overdrive.
Running into the park, he noticed people everywhere. It was filled. But with normal eyes and a clean body, he looked relatively normal at first glance. As a woman passed him to head to a set of bathrooms nearby, he proved something was wrong. A hand shot out to grab her neck, and with a quick movement he broke it. Screaming erupted from the crowd but he ran towards the next person - a man who was trying to run off. A steak skewer laid on a grill - an easy weapon. He grabbed it and kicked the man's legs out from underneath him, only to press it quickly into his head.
The world seemed to fade for a moment before coming back and his eyes zoned in on a young girl crouched over the woman, crying for her mother to wake up. He tilted his head some in curiosity but then walked towards her, ready to grasp her arm.
As he reached out, the yell of Dean's voice shocked him. "Get away from her!"
Loud, clear - everything that was needed to back away from her and to move his attention to his elder brother. He looked towards him to see he was bleeding badly, and for the briefest of moments he whispered, "Dean?" Then the girl was trying to run off and sobbing as she went which diverted his attention. So loud - she hurt his ears.
He needed to shut her up.
The only logical way of doing that was by her mouth, so he grasped her quickly around her throat and began to crush it, trying to get her to be quiet. It worked after a second, making her go silent and just cry which he grinned at.
The gunshot was louder than anything else. For some reason, he could see as the gun fired it though his back was turned towards it. The bullet gave relief, and his body fell to the ground in a heap. His world went black then came back into vision yet blurry.
Dean ran over to make sure the girl was okay. Once he made sure she was breathing, he checked for Sam's pulse. Sam could see him panicking, checking over and over, then shouting words that slurred together. He could only make out one - "no." It was shouted over and over, and finally sobbed out.
Eventually the gun was raised to his own head as he looked towards the girl. A small smile was given as the bullet came through and into his skull, giving him relief. Somehow Sam knew Dean couldn't live if Sam wasn't alive.
Suddenly, Sam's eyes came back into focus and he found himself staring at the old dash of the Impala. With shaking hands, he grasped his head and it helped some until Dean's hand moved to his back to try and comfort him. Another thing touching him burned, hurting so badly. He gave a small yelp of pain and jumped back, then glanced towards Dean. "You're alive!" he gasped as realization hit him.
Dean slowly rose both brows. "Of course I am. What did you see?"
Sam shook his head and looked towards the woods, only to notice where they were. "Get us out of here. Now."
A blank, confused look was given, even after the vision. "Sammy, we got a case. There's a demon in there. Y'know that - you're the one that found it."
"Get us out of here before I get possessed again!" Sam came to another realization - Dean was taking too long, so he moved his foot to the gas as he noticed the car was only being braked. Dean's foot quickly was pulled off so the car's tires weren't ruined, and the car took off with a strong jerk that got Dean shouting at him.
He didn't care though. He couldn't let them both die, not like that. He wasn't even sure if that was a possession, which was terrifying him.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Picture: Here
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Summary: Sam wonders why Dean didn't figure out about his possession for so long.
It used to feel so good - their bodies entwined, hot and sweaty. Now as Dean moves within him, it feels so disgusting. He's kept it silent for long enough, but he knows he can't go on much longer. Dean went on for weeks without figuring it out. It's so wrong.
He has to fix it. If not, he can't see their relationship going on.
After Dean falls next to him on the verge of sleep, he asks softly, "Dean, I was possessed for weeks. Didn't you realize?"
The way Dean rolls over makes him realize he crossed a line.
Pairing: Gen
Picture: Here
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam leaves again and he can't come back.
For some reason, Dean always imagined their parting to be bittersweet with one of them dying. He never imagined it to be six small words and no explanation.
"I'm sorry. I have to go."
That was it. He doesn't care. Once for Stanford, once for going after Dad, and now once for this. Sam dug the grave himself - he'd walked down the lone road, carrying his things. Dean won't accept him back.
Three strikes and you're out.
Considering he knows the rule better than anyone, having two strikes of his own, he won't break it. Not even for Sam.
Pairing: Sam/Madison
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Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sam pays respects to Madison's grave.
Sam wasn't sure what was worse - the blast from the gun as he'd shot Madison through the heart, the look Dean had given him afterwards, or the damn silence they shared throughout the whole thing. It was like they were trying to act as if it never happened, and it made him feel sick. He'd murdered her - shot her through the heart with a single bullet. It'd been painless but he'd killed her.
As he got from the car and walked towards the grave, filled with flowers and pictures, he knew he shouldn't have been here. They were still looking for the murderer, and he knew better than most that sometimes the murderers felt sorry and checked the graves to say their condolences. As he moved to his knees though, focusing his thoughts towards a picture in the stone so much like Jess's, he wished someone would figure it out.
Dean was watching him, he could feel it, but he didn't deserve to be free. He wanted to be booked, to be tortured, to be killed. That would be right. They could've saved her.
It should have never been her under that grave. It should have been him.
Pairing: Sam/Jess
Picture: Here
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: The reason why Sam loves Lucky Charms so much.
"Jess, I hate Lucky Charms."
A pout, and she wrapped her arms around him before she waved the box in front of his face. "But I went to the store to get them especially for you. They're so good. I thought you used to eat them as a kid?"
"And that's why I hate them. It was for breakfast, lunch and dinner."
"But it's marshmallows. Just a bowl? Even a handful?"
He gave a frown, but finally accepted with an exaggerated sigh.
So that's why every morning he eats a bowl of Lucky Charms, whether he wants one or not.
Pairing: Gen
Picture: Here
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: Sammy wants to play soccer.
"I wanna play soccer."
A ball and the small yard behind the motel later, Dean found himself ignoring his father's strict orders not to leave the room. He'd stolen the ball from someone, but he had to - Sam wanted to play. "So kick the ball to me."
"Kay."
Sam kicked it with his toes as he didn't know to kick it with his instep. Because of that, it flew far into the window of a motel room, shattering the glass everywhere. Dean wasn't a bit surprised that as they ran back to their motel room, Sam announced, "Soccer's stupid."
Pairing: Gen
Picture: Here
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sam and Dean play a game of secrets.
Sometimes, Sam knew that Dean would be beyond astounded with him if he knew his full past. He would've never guessed in a million years that he'd been drunk before his twenty-first birthday. He would've never fathomed that he'd tried drugs, and more than just pot. He would've never guessed that his prom date, whom Sam made to sound like a sweet girl who got A+'s, really gave blow jobs for five bucks in the boys bathroom during lunch.
He and Dean sat staring at each other over a table, ten beer cans scattered in front of them. They had the last of a twelve pack to finish off and then were going to start another. A case had just been finished, and this was their way of celebrating - telling the most embarrassing stories that the other would never imagine. He'd found out Dean once let a girl cross dress him for gay pride. That was amusing, and three points for Dean's score as they were actually keeping track of how embarrassing it was.
"My turn, right?"
"Mhmm," Dean murmured before he took a slow swallow.
"Remember Claire."
"Who?"
"Prom date."
"Oh. Her. She was hot. Blond hair. Big boobs. Don't know how the hell you got her. She was so out of your league."
The insult should've made Sam at least frown but instead he grinned the smallest bit. "Her name was really Clark. I found out afterwards, in a motel room."
A swig Dean had been taking was stopped short as he spit it on the ground. "Dude, you just got yourself a hundred points, considering you're saying you didn't lose your virginity for a while."
The grin widened considerably. "I lost it a long time before him. Just lost a different type that night."
"…You win."
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Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam shows he can cut hair.
"You totally can't cut hair."
"Yes I can."
"No you can't, Sam."
"Yes, I can. I lived with two guys all my life, and I have this mop of hair on my head. Let me cut it. We don't have enough money for a haircut."
"Whatever."
Fifteen minutes later and Sam turned her to look at herself in the mirror. One half of her blonde hair was not only cut but layered, and the other half was butchered.
"Jess, little tip? Next time you want a hair cut, come to me."
"Oh, someone is so sleeping on the couch tonight."
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Picture: Here
Word Count: 200
Rating: R
Summary: Sam knows it's messed up, but somehow he still thinks protection is beating his brother's face in.
Sam used to believe it was just sibling protection. He'd think it was a play on the old 'big brother protects young sister' act. But as time went on, he realized that it couldn't be. Dean was older than him, and neither of them were girls.
It wasn't even a need to protect anymore. Sitting in the bar, he wanted to just keep Dean from everyone. The girls in there were too horrible for him. He was watching Dean intently as he brought a girl - Mandy, if he remembered right - an apple martini and had himself two whiskeys. She was attractive, but she wanted Dean just for his body.
There were some days that he wanted to change that. He knew how too. A part of him that he wanted to blame on the possession, a small speck that had been left over in him, knew how to change all of it. A quick slip of the blade could make only him see Dean's perfection. A huge scar, part of his lip missing, a mutilated hand...
Before the thoughts could manifest any further, Sam ordered a double whiskey. He knew that at least Dean deserved better than that.
Pairing: Gen
Picture: Here
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Summary: Dean's caused Sam to dream.
Author's Notes: I'm not really sure if this one is Sam-centric. I don't think so but it's fun and only 200 words.
Knowing who's at the end of a phone call is never a big deal. Maybe guessing who is outside the door is a bit creepy but useful. Dreaming an entire day is fucking scary, though.
I always thought I was a freak. Then Dad brought us to our first telepath, never knowing I was one. But it cleared some things up.
Now, listening to your confused words, I can't help but wish I'd left. First the guns and death spread, and now the powers had too.
You're starting to dream because of me.
I'm so sorry I can't fix it.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Jess
Picture: Here
Word Count: 741
Rating: PG-13
Summary: College is too hard for Sam.
Not surprisingly, an education had never been a top priority for the Winchesters. Sam could remember Dean going to high school - his highest grade had been a C+ in science, where he could make things explode or dissect animals. But when he'd dropped out at seventeen and a half in his junior year, John hadn't even blinked. Sam had been there for the conversation of Dean being told he'd be a hunter, and had been surprised with how large Dean's smile had grown. It'd all been so odd as if he'd been told he'd have to do that for all his life, he would've been yelling and screaming. Then again, he would've never quit.
Sam himself had done so well in school. He'd gotten A's and A+'s without a problem, sometimes without studying. Reports were done long before they were due, and he was never picked on for being smart because once he reached 6'0", he wasn't really that easy to fight and hurt anymore. Then he'd signed up for Stanford, thinking he had a chance.
Apparently, a Kansas school was nothing compared to Stanford. History classes were ten times harder with information he was sure they were making up. There were words he didn't get, formulas he didn't understand in math classes he hated, and reports longer than he could ever manage in the allotted time periods. The only feasible way he could pass was if he took just one class a semester, but that would be insane for the price. Plus by the time he'd finish doing that, he'd be thirty.
So he'd quit. With no one to back him up, it wasn't that hard. There was Jessica, but after a long decision she'd decided to come along. It was weird but she wasn't doing well either and wanted to go to exploring. So just a few signatures to the papers and they were out. With their bags packed and their goodbyes said, they'd gotten a long ride back to Kansas, hoping they could find Dean. He wasn't even sure if John was with him anymore and didn't quite care.
It took a week before he gave up and called. The motel room he and Jess were sharing was nothing like she deserved - it had a television and a king sized bed, but there was a stain on the carpet and he had to question if the sheets had been changed in weeks. It was all he could afford unless he wanted to go to Dean's ways though. They'd had to hitchhike to get to where they were, and had to eat out of diners where he was sure there were bugs in the back or fast food places even though Jessica was a vegetarian. He felt horrible for subjecting her to this.
After dialing the numbers, he waited. A familiar tone hit his ears and he looked down to his feet, wishing it would just hurry up. It had to, right? Three rings in, he was waiting for Dean's voicemail but heard a scruffy, "Who is this?" at the other end.
"Dean, where are you? I'm running out of money?" It came out as more of a question than a statement, a nervous habit he'd picked up at Stanford. He felt Jessica move behind him and begin to massage his shoulders, calming him down some. He didn't know what he'd do without her.
"Sammy?" A shuffle of the phone and then came the words, "Why? You in trouble?"
"I… I got kicked out."
He couldn't admit to it. He didn't think he ever could.
"For what? What the hell could you get kicked out for?"
"I…" He glanced back at Jess. It'd been an upsetting week. He'd had to explain about hunting, about the demons, ghosts, vampires… about everything. She wouldn't get upset about this, at least not like she would've a week prior. "They found my shotgun."
Another shuffle and he wondered if his brother was getting dressed. "You dumbass. Where are you? I'll come get you. You're lucky you didn't get arrested. Fucking idiot. Hide it under the floorboards! Never listen to me, though, do you!?"
A slow swallow and he finally whispered, "Dean, I dropped out. Me and Jess. It's too damn hard." The silence made him feel sick but he knew Dean heard him as if he hadn't, he would've still been ranting. "I didn't… I…"
"I'll be there to pick you up in a bit. Where are you?" Once the address was given, Dean said into the phone, "This chick better be hot if she's getting a ride in the Impala. I'll be there in an hour."
"Thanks."
"And I want regular threesomes." The choked noise Sam gave was apparently funny as Dean laughed. "I was joking. Wouldn't want to see you naked if my life depended on it. I want her by myself, at least once. My payment for you being stupid and not realizing who you are at heart. Be there in thirty."
Before Sam could complain - or ask why the time had suddenly been cut in half - the phone was turned off.
Fandom: SPN
Pairing: Gen
Picture: Here
Word Count: 1027
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sam has a vision.
For some reason, the night kept dragging on. A stupid case of a demon who was possessing a small group of backpackers had taken way too long, and Sam was beginning to get a headache. He had no reason for it as he followed Dean through the woods, as it didn't feel like a vision. Most of the backpackers had run off or were dead by the time they'd arrived, and the only one that had been living was possessed which they'd had to shoot - a cute girl named Matilda. It'd been a hard case. Maybe that was it. They'd destroyed the demon though by killing her.
As they headed from the woods towards a connecting park, Sam found himself watching his feet. He was absolutely starving, but something didn't feel right. He'd never been hungrier in his life, though a different part of him wanted something else that he couldn't describe. It felt familiar enough so he kept it from Dean, figuring it'd leave eventually.
Once the trees began to lighten and he could see children and parents picnicking in the park, he looked towards Dean. "Can we stop by somewhere and get something to eat?"
"There's a diner that we passed to get here. How about there?"
"Yeah. Sure. I'm just... I'm hungry and my head feels weird." As the words were spoken, he could feel an overpowering need to harm people. It made him stop and lose sense of all direction, until he noticed a rock nearby. A single, sharp rock that he picked up quickly and rose, then slammed towards Dean's head. The thing was that the time before it was a demon possessing him - this time something else was going on.
Dean began to back up, expecting the hit but not fast enough - he was soon unconscious. Along with him being knocked out, there was a large cut on his head that was bleeding and made Sam's senses go into overdrive.
Running into the park, he noticed people everywhere. It was filled. But with normal eyes and a clean body, he looked relatively normal at first glance. As a woman passed him to head to a set of bathrooms nearby, he proved something was wrong. A hand shot out to grab her neck, and with a quick movement he broke it. Screaming erupted from the crowd but he ran towards the next person - a man who was trying to run off. A steak skewer laid on a grill - an easy weapon. He grabbed it and kicked the man's legs out from underneath him, only to press it quickly into his head.
The world seemed to fade for a moment before coming back and his eyes zoned in on a young girl crouched over the woman, crying for her mother to wake up. He tilted his head some in curiosity but then walked towards her, ready to grasp her arm.
As he reached out, the yell of Dean's voice shocked him. "Get away from her!"
Loud, clear - everything that was needed to back away from her and to move his attention to his elder brother. He looked towards him to see he was bleeding badly, and for the briefest of moments he whispered, "Dean?" Then the girl was trying to run off and sobbing as she went which diverted his attention. So loud - she hurt his ears.
He needed to shut her up.
The only logical way of doing that was by her mouth, so he grasped her quickly around her throat and began to crush it, trying to get her to be quiet. It worked after a second, making her go silent and just cry which he grinned at.
The gunshot was louder than anything else. For some reason, he could see as the gun fired it though his back was turned towards it. The bullet gave relief, and his body fell to the ground in a heap. His world went black then came back into vision yet blurry.
Dean ran over to make sure the girl was okay. Once he made sure she was breathing, he checked for Sam's pulse. Sam could see him panicking, checking over and over, then shouting words that slurred together. He could only make out one - "no." It was shouted over and over, and finally sobbed out.
Eventually the gun was raised to his own head as he looked towards the girl. A small smile was given as the bullet came through and into his skull, giving him relief. Somehow Sam knew Dean couldn't live if Sam wasn't alive.
Suddenly, Sam's eyes came back into focus and he found himself staring at the old dash of the Impala. With shaking hands, he grasped his head and it helped some until Dean's hand moved to his back to try and comfort him. Another thing touching him burned, hurting so badly. He gave a small yelp of pain and jumped back, then glanced towards Dean. "You're alive!" he gasped as realization hit him.
Dean slowly rose both brows. "Of course I am. What did you see?"
Sam shook his head and looked towards the woods, only to notice where they were. "Get us out of here. Now."
A blank, confused look was given, even after the vision. "Sammy, we got a case. There's a demon in there. Y'know that - you're the one that found it."
"Get us out of here before I get possessed again!" Sam came to another realization - Dean was taking too long, so he moved his foot to the gas as he noticed the car was only being braked. Dean's foot quickly was pulled off so the car's tires weren't ruined, and the car took off with a strong jerk that got Dean shouting at him.
He didn't care though. He couldn't let them both die, not like that. He wasn't even sure if that was a possession, which was terrifying him.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Picture: Here
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Summary: Sam wonders why Dean didn't figure out about his possession for so long.
It used to feel so good - their bodies entwined, hot and sweaty. Now as Dean moves within him, it feels so disgusting. He's kept it silent for long enough, but he knows he can't go on much longer. Dean went on for weeks without figuring it out. It's so wrong.
He has to fix it. If not, he can't see their relationship going on.
After Dean falls next to him on the verge of sleep, he asks softly, "Dean, I was possessed for weeks. Didn't you realize?"
The way Dean rolls over makes him realize he crossed a line.
Pairing: Gen
Picture: Here
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam leaves again and he can't come back.
For some reason, Dean always imagined their parting to be bittersweet with one of them dying. He never imagined it to be six small words and no explanation.
"I'm sorry. I have to go."
That was it. He doesn't care. Once for Stanford, once for going after Dad, and now once for this. Sam dug the grave himself - he'd walked down the lone road, carrying his things. Dean won't accept him back.
Three strikes and you're out.
Considering he knows the rule better than anyone, having two strikes of his own, he won't break it. Not even for Sam.
Pairing: Sam/Madison
Picture: Here
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sam pays respects to Madison's grave.
Sam wasn't sure what was worse - the blast from the gun as he'd shot Madison through the heart, the look Dean had given him afterwards, or the damn silence they shared throughout the whole thing. It was like they were trying to act as if it never happened, and it made him feel sick. He'd murdered her - shot her through the heart with a single bullet. It'd been painless but he'd killed her.
As he got from the car and walked towards the grave, filled with flowers and pictures, he knew he shouldn't have been here. They were still looking for the murderer, and he knew better than most that sometimes the murderers felt sorry and checked the graves to say their condolences. As he moved to his knees though, focusing his thoughts towards a picture in the stone so much like Jess's, he wished someone would figure it out.
Dean was watching him, he could feel it, but he didn't deserve to be free. He wanted to be booked, to be tortured, to be killed. That would be right. They could've saved her.
It should have never been her under that grave. It should have been him.
Pairing: Sam/Jess
Picture: Here
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: The reason why Sam loves Lucky Charms so much.
"Jess, I hate Lucky Charms."
A pout, and she wrapped her arms around him before she waved the box in front of his face. "But I went to the store to get them especially for you. They're so good. I thought you used to eat them as a kid?"
"And that's why I hate them. It was for breakfast, lunch and dinner."
"But it's marshmallows. Just a bowl? Even a handful?"
He gave a frown, but finally accepted with an exaggerated sigh.
So that's why every morning he eats a bowl of Lucky Charms, whether he wants one or not.
Pairing: Gen
Picture: Here
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: Sammy wants to play soccer.
"I wanna play soccer."
A ball and the small yard behind the motel later, Dean found himself ignoring his father's strict orders not to leave the room. He'd stolen the ball from someone, but he had to - Sam wanted to play. "So kick the ball to me."
"Kay."
Sam kicked it with his toes as he didn't know to kick it with his instep. Because of that, it flew far into the window of a motel room, shattering the glass everywhere. Dean wasn't a bit surprised that as they ran back to their motel room, Sam announced, "Soccer's stupid."
Pairing: Gen
Picture: Here
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sam and Dean play a game of secrets.
Sometimes, Sam knew that Dean would be beyond astounded with him if he knew his full past. He would've never guessed in a million years that he'd been drunk before his twenty-first birthday. He would've never fathomed that he'd tried drugs, and more than just pot. He would've never guessed that his prom date, whom Sam made to sound like a sweet girl who got A+'s, really gave blow jobs for five bucks in the boys bathroom during lunch.
He and Dean sat staring at each other over a table, ten beer cans scattered in front of them. They had the last of a twelve pack to finish off and then were going to start another. A case had just been finished, and this was their way of celebrating - telling the most embarrassing stories that the other would never imagine. He'd found out Dean once let a girl cross dress him for gay pride. That was amusing, and three points for Dean's score as they were actually keeping track of how embarrassing it was.
"My turn, right?"
"Mhmm," Dean murmured before he took a slow swallow.
"Remember Claire."
"Who?"
"Prom date."
"Oh. Her. She was hot. Blond hair. Big boobs. Don't know how the hell you got her. She was so out of your league."
The insult should've made Sam at least frown but instead he grinned the smallest bit. "Her name was really Clark. I found out afterwards, in a motel room."
A swig Dean had been taking was stopped short as he spit it on the ground. "Dude, you just got yourself a hundred points, considering you're saying you didn't lose your virginity for a while."
The grin widened considerably. "I lost it a long time before him. Just lost a different type that night."
"…You win."