Drabbles for the birthday boy
Ok, here they are, most of them. I'm so tired I can hardly see the screen anymore but I wanted to get these out while it was still his birthday. Even if it's long past here.
Gen for stars91 100 words. Icon by kituralb
His Father's Son
One phonecall and that’s it. Dad’s leaving, just when they need him the most.
Sam gets it, he really does. Dad’s only got so many friends left and losing both Pastor Jim and Caleb like that… Sam can’t remember ever seeing his father so shaken.
So yeah, he gets it. There’s no alternative and it sucks, but him and Dean can do this alone. They’ve got the Colt now so it’s just shoot and kill, right?
It’s just…
He thought they’d do this together, him and Dad. Avenge the women they loved. And then… Then Dad would finally be proud.
Gen for siberian_skys 200 words. Icon by bittersweet_art
How Far Does The Apple Fall?
Dean’s been in the restroom for close to twenty minutes now. Sam is seriously considering just leaving his brother’s sorry ass behind and drive the Impala back to the motel when Dean finally comes out, an unreadable expression on his face as he slides into the booth.
“Thought you’d drowned in there,” Sam says but Dean doesn’t seem to be listening. He’s studying Sam, teeth biting thoughtfully into his lower lip and just when Sam’s about to ask, ‘What?’ Dean sticks out his tongue, curling it into a slide.
“Can you do this?” he says around it, words mumbled.
Sam raises his eyebrows. “Dude, what are you? Five?”
Dean doesn’t smile. “Show me.”
Sam shrugs and mimics the action. He feels stupid, like his tongue’s too big in his mouth and when he touches it with his finger it’s not curled at all, only slightly bent.
“Ok, so I can’t curl my tongue. So what? Please tell me this isn’t another ‘Why I’m Better At Pleasing Women’ Dean-ism.”
Dean just sits silent and after a moment he slides out of the booth, throwing a twenty-dollar bill on the table. “Mom and Dad couldn’t either,” he says quietly and walks out.
"Как далеко падает яблоко?" (Russian translation by wayward_jr)
Дин ушел в туалет минут двадцать назад. Сэм уже всерьез подумывает бросить жалкую задницу брата и вернуться на Импале в мотель, когда Дин появляется и с каменным лицом садится напротив.
- Думал, ты там утонул, - говорит Сэм, но Дин, похоже, не слушает. Он внимательно изучает Сэма, прихватывая зубами нижнюю губу. И только Сэм собирается спросить: «Что?», как Дин высовывает язык и сворачивает его трубочкой.
- Можешь так? - бормочет он с высунутым языком.
Сэм изгибает бровь.
- Чувак, тебе что, пять?
Дин даже не улыбается.
- Можешь?
Сэм пожимает плечами и пытается повторить. Он чувствует себя глупо с высунутым языком, тот кажется огромным и неуклюжим. Дотронувшись кончиком пальца Сэм понимает, что язык лишь чуть-чуть согнулся, и все.
- Окей, я не могу свернуть язык трубочкой. Ну и? Умоляю, скажи, что это не очередной пункт списка "Я-Лучше-Тебя-Могу-Удовлетворить-Женщину".
Дин молча сидит пару минут, потом встает из-за стола и, бросив мятую двадцатку, говорит: - Мама с папой тоже не могли.
И тихо уходит.
Gen for deirdre_c 100 words. Icon by applepie_icons
Hiding In Plain Sight
Sam wears his size like a double camouflage.
First impression is threatening. He looms over you, broad shoulders and strong arms, face hidden by long bangs. Shadows play over his eyes, making you step back, cautious of what they hide.
But then he smiles and the shadows disappear. Suddenly he’s just a young man whose calm voice and warm eyes lull you into a sense of security. ‘You can trust me,’ his whole demeanor says. ‘I just want to help.’
You’re smiling back, already tasting his blood, when the world suddenly goes black.
You should’ve known. First impressions never lie.
Sam/Dean for crazyjoyfulgirl 100 words. Icon by maybetomorrow
Then and Now
When Sam was barely a year old he hit his chin on a table, tiny front teeth cutting right through his lower lip. There was blood everywhere and Dean freaked out, throwing up all over the carpet before scrambling to the bathroom for a wet towel. Dad woke up half an hour later to a bloody apartment and his two boys sleeping red-eyed on the floor.
There’s just a thin white scar now, barely visible. Neither of them remembers how it got there but Dean likes to run his tongue over it just as Sam’s drifting off to sleep.
Sam/Dean for secondalto 100 words.
Honeymoon in Vegas
“You think this is funny?” Dean asks, voice rough like gravel.
Sam doesn’t answer, too busy trying not to choke with laughter. He opens the door to their motel room and stumbles inside as Dean shoves him hard. They freeze.
“This… oh God. Please tell me they’re fake.”
Sam picks up a rose petal and shakes his head. He looks around, shoulders shaking with barely suppressed laughter. Pink walls? Check. Big heart-shaped bed draped with red silk? Check. Aforementioned white rose petals spread over said silk? Check.
“Well, ‘honey’,” he chuckles. “You’re the one who said ‘anything with a bed’.”
"Медовый месяц в Вегасе" (Russian translation by wayward_jr)
- По-твоему это смешно? - спрашивает Дин ледяным тоном.
Сэм не отвечает, лишь пытается не захлебнуться смехом. Он открывает дверь в номер и перелетает через порог от сильного толчка Дина. Они оба замирают.
- Это... Господи. Умоляю, скажи, что они не настоящие.
Сэм поднимает лепесток розы и качает головой. Он оглядывается, и плечи опять начинают трястись от смеха. Розовые стены? Есть. Огромная кровать в форме сердца с красными шелковыми простынями? Есть. Вышеупомянутые белые лепестки роз рассыпанные по простыням? Есть.
- Ну, сладкий, - смеется он. - Ты же сам сказал: «Любой номер с кроватью».
Sam/Dean for killerweasel 200 words. Icon by _tayler
Better Than Fiction
Sam fumbles for the remote but it’s too late, Dean’s halfway through the door already, the moans and grunts from the TV echoing loudly in the room. Dean freezes, the door falling shut behind him, and Sam wants nothing more than to sink through the floor.
“Awkward,” Dean finally says and walks over, glancing at the screen. “Huh.”
Fuck. “Dean…”
“So we’re watching gay porn now? Really, Sam?” Dean’s voice is too casual and Sam cringes.
“Dean,” he repeats. “I was just…”
“Nono. By all means, watch,” Dean says and lies down on the other bed, arms crossed. “Not like you have something else you could be doing. Like having actual sex. With an actual guy. Who by the way is much better looking than either of those.”
“Dude, c’mon. You’re jealous of porn?”
“I’m not jealous,” Dean huffs. “I mean, look at them. It’s like The Teeny Weenie Show. And their moaning is so fake.”
Sam suppresses a grin and turns off the TV before walking over, forcing Dean to make way for him on his bed. “Maybe you should show me how it’s really done then.”
“Oh I’ll show you,” Dean growls.
Who the hell needs porn anyway?
Sam/Dean for angstpuppy. 100 words
You Win
It starts with a spoon. It’s childish but it’s not exactly the worst thing Sam’s put in his mouth. Or, more specifically, that Dean’s put in his mouth. A spoon he can live with. It was more or less clean anyway, if being licked by Dean can be considered clean.
But then there’s the pen. And the cigarette. And the unrolled condom. Moving on to a pink feather Sam won’t ask where Dean found and six pieces of beef jerky Sam almost chokes on.
Enough is enough. He fakes sleep, ready for anything.
But nothing prepared him for Dean’s tongue.
Sam/Dean for nashmaveric. 200 words. Icon by angstpuppy
A Tasty Treat
“Dude!”
Sam glances over at Dean, frowning. “What?” He’s got the crossbow aimed at the one on the right, his machete ready in his left hand if any of them come any closer.
“Stop doing that!” Dean hisses, shifting his eyes from a girl that’s slowly advancing from his other side and then back to Sam.
“What?” Sam repeats, pretty sure he’s not doing anything he shouldn’t. Except being here with five vampires who are about to eat them.
“Offering yourself up like a goddamn smorgasbord,” Dean growls, shifting the large knife in his hand before reaching out to flip up Sam’s collar.
Sam stares at him incredulously. That’s when the vampires attack.
It’s over quickly. Three lie headless on the floor as the remaining two sink limply to their knees, poisoned by dead man’s blood. Dean beheads them in one swift motion and then they stand, breathing in the smell of blood and death, staring at each other.
“Ok,” Sam finally says. “What was that about?”
Dean purses his lips and then he’s suddenly in Sam’s face, pushing him up against the wall.
“This,” he says and bites Sam’s neck hard enough that he yelps. “I don’t like sharing.”
RPS tomorrow. *crashes into bed*
PS. I need to credit the iconmakers. Tomorrow, I promise. *dies and is dead* Where the info is missing I assume it's your own. Correct me if I'm wrong, ok?
Gen for stars91 100 words. Icon by kituralb
His Father's Son
One phonecall and that’s it. Dad’s leaving, just when they need him the most.
Sam gets it, he really does. Dad’s only got so many friends left and losing both Pastor Jim and Caleb like that… Sam can’t remember ever seeing his father so shaken.
So yeah, he gets it. There’s no alternative and it sucks, but him and Dean can do this alone. They’ve got the Colt now so it’s just shoot and kill, right?
It’s just…
He thought they’d do this together, him and Dad. Avenge the women they loved. And then… Then Dad would finally be proud.
Gen for siberian_skys 200 words. Icon by bittersweet_art
How Far Does The Apple Fall?
Dean’s been in the restroom for close to twenty minutes now. Sam is seriously considering just leaving his brother’s sorry ass behind and drive the Impala back to the motel when Dean finally comes out, an unreadable expression on his face as he slides into the booth.
“Thought you’d drowned in there,” Sam says but Dean doesn’t seem to be listening. He’s studying Sam, teeth biting thoughtfully into his lower lip and just when Sam’s about to ask, ‘What?’ Dean sticks out his tongue, curling it into a slide.
“Can you do this?” he says around it, words mumbled.
Sam raises his eyebrows. “Dude, what are you? Five?”
Dean doesn’t smile. “Show me.”
Sam shrugs and mimics the action. He feels stupid, like his tongue’s too big in his mouth and when he touches it with his finger it’s not curled at all, only slightly bent.
“Ok, so I can’t curl my tongue. So what? Please tell me this isn’t another ‘Why I’m Better At Pleasing Women’ Dean-ism.”
Dean just sits silent and after a moment he slides out of the booth, throwing a twenty-dollar bill on the table. “Mom and Dad couldn’t either,” he says quietly and walks out.
"Как далеко падает яблоко?" (Russian translation by wayward_jr)
Дин ушел в туалет минут двадцать назад. Сэм уже всерьез подумывает бросить жалкую задницу брата и вернуться на Импале в мотель, когда Дин появляется и с каменным лицом садится напротив.
- Думал, ты там утонул, - говорит Сэм, но Дин, похоже, не слушает. Он внимательно изучает Сэма, прихватывая зубами нижнюю губу. И только Сэм собирается спросить: «Что?», как Дин высовывает язык и сворачивает его трубочкой.
- Можешь так? - бормочет он с высунутым языком.
Сэм изгибает бровь.
- Чувак, тебе что, пять?
Дин даже не улыбается.
- Можешь?
Сэм пожимает плечами и пытается повторить. Он чувствует себя глупо с высунутым языком, тот кажется огромным и неуклюжим. Дотронувшись кончиком пальца Сэм понимает, что язык лишь чуть-чуть согнулся, и все.
- Окей, я не могу свернуть язык трубочкой. Ну и? Умоляю, скажи, что это не очередной пункт списка "Я-Лучше-Тебя-Могу-Удовлетворить-Женщину".
Дин молча сидит пару минут, потом встает из-за стола и, бросив мятую двадцатку, говорит: - Мама с папой тоже не могли.
И тихо уходит.
Gen for deirdre_c 100 words. Icon by applepie_icons
Hiding In Plain Sight
Sam wears his size like a double camouflage.
First impression is threatening. He looms over you, broad shoulders and strong arms, face hidden by long bangs. Shadows play over his eyes, making you step back, cautious of what they hide.
But then he smiles and the shadows disappear. Suddenly he’s just a young man whose calm voice and warm eyes lull you into a sense of security. ‘You can trust me,’ his whole demeanor says. ‘I just want to help.’
You’re smiling back, already tasting his blood, when the world suddenly goes black.
You should’ve known. First impressions never lie.
Sam/Dean for crazyjoyfulgirl 100 words. Icon by maybetomorrow
Then and Now
When Sam was barely a year old he hit his chin on a table, tiny front teeth cutting right through his lower lip. There was blood everywhere and Dean freaked out, throwing up all over the carpet before scrambling to the bathroom for a wet towel. Dad woke up half an hour later to a bloody apartment and his two boys sleeping red-eyed on the floor.
There’s just a thin white scar now, barely visible. Neither of them remembers how it got there but Dean likes to run his tongue over it just as Sam’s drifting off to sleep.
Sam/Dean for secondalto 100 words.
Honeymoon in Vegas
“You think this is funny?” Dean asks, voice rough like gravel.
Sam doesn’t answer, too busy trying not to choke with laughter. He opens the door to their motel room and stumbles inside as Dean shoves him hard. They freeze.
“This… oh God. Please tell me they’re fake.”
Sam picks up a rose petal and shakes his head. He looks around, shoulders shaking with barely suppressed laughter. Pink walls? Check. Big heart-shaped bed draped with red silk? Check. Aforementioned white rose petals spread over said silk? Check.
“Well, ‘honey’,” he chuckles. “You’re the one who said ‘anything with a bed’.”
"Медовый месяц в Вегасе" (Russian translation by wayward_jr)
- По-твоему это смешно? - спрашивает Дин ледяным тоном.
Сэм не отвечает, лишь пытается не захлебнуться смехом. Он открывает дверь в номер и перелетает через порог от сильного толчка Дина. Они оба замирают.
- Это... Господи. Умоляю, скажи, что они не настоящие.
Сэм поднимает лепесток розы и качает головой. Он оглядывается, и плечи опять начинают трястись от смеха. Розовые стены? Есть. Огромная кровать в форме сердца с красными шелковыми простынями? Есть. Вышеупомянутые белые лепестки роз рассыпанные по простыням? Есть.
- Ну, сладкий, - смеется он. - Ты же сам сказал: «Любой номер с кроватью».
Sam/Dean for killerweasel 200 words. Icon by _tayler
Better Than Fiction
Sam fumbles for the remote but it’s too late, Dean’s halfway through the door already, the moans and grunts from the TV echoing loudly in the room. Dean freezes, the door falling shut behind him, and Sam wants nothing more than to sink through the floor.
“Awkward,” Dean finally says and walks over, glancing at the screen. “Huh.”
Fuck. “Dean…”
“So we’re watching gay porn now? Really, Sam?” Dean’s voice is too casual and Sam cringes.
“Dean,” he repeats. “I was just…”
“Nono. By all means, watch,” Dean says and lies down on the other bed, arms crossed. “Not like you have something else you could be doing. Like having actual sex. With an actual guy. Who by the way is much better looking than either of those.”
“Dude, c’mon. You’re jealous of porn?”
“I’m not jealous,” Dean huffs. “I mean, look at them. It’s like The Teeny Weenie Show. And their moaning is so fake.”
Sam suppresses a grin and turns off the TV before walking over, forcing Dean to make way for him on his bed. “Maybe you should show me how it’s really done then.”
“Oh I’ll show you,” Dean growls.
Who the hell needs porn anyway?
Sam/Dean for angstpuppy. 100 words
You Win
It starts with a spoon. It’s childish but it’s not exactly the worst thing Sam’s put in his mouth. Or, more specifically, that Dean’s put in his mouth. A spoon he can live with. It was more or less clean anyway, if being licked by Dean can be considered clean.
But then there’s the pen. And the cigarette. And the unrolled condom. Moving on to a pink feather Sam won’t ask where Dean found and six pieces of beef jerky Sam almost chokes on.
Enough is enough. He fakes sleep, ready for anything.
But nothing prepared him for Dean’s tongue.
Sam/Dean for nashmaveric. 200 words. Icon by angstpuppy
A Tasty Treat
“Dude!”
Sam glances over at Dean, frowning. “What?” He’s got the crossbow aimed at the one on the right, his machete ready in his left hand if any of them come any closer.
“Stop doing that!” Dean hisses, shifting his eyes from a girl that’s slowly advancing from his other side and then back to Sam.
“What?” Sam repeats, pretty sure he’s not doing anything he shouldn’t. Except being here with five vampires who are about to eat them.
“Offering yourself up like a goddamn smorgasbord,” Dean growls, shifting the large knife in his hand before reaching out to flip up Sam’s collar.
Sam stares at him incredulously. That’s when the vampires attack.
It’s over quickly. Three lie headless on the floor as the remaining two sink limply to their knees, poisoned by dead man’s blood. Dean beheads them in one swift motion and then they stand, breathing in the smell of blood and death, staring at each other.
“Ok,” Sam finally says. “What was that about?”
Dean purses his lips and then he’s suddenly in Sam’s face, pushing him up against the wall.
“This,” he says and bites Sam’s neck hard enough that he yelps. “I don’t like sharing.”
RPS tomorrow. *crashes into bed*
PS. I need to credit the iconmakers. Tomorrow, I promise. *dies and is dead* Where the info is missing I assume it's your own. Correct me if I'm wrong, ok?