5 Post-story drabbles
Morning After
(Post Breakfast a la Jimmy for aschicca. 1oo words)
The room was dark, the air hot and heavy. David’s body ached in ways that smothered any chances of things not being what they seemed.
His arm was asleep from the weight of a head resting upon his shoulder. Warm breath brushed his ear. An arm was slung over his waist, fingers curled loosely against his stomach. Toes dug into his calves.
He waited for the signs of panic, for thoughts of regret to twist his gut. Nothing happened.
He slipped his fingers in between James’, braiding them together, and gently pulled him closer, careful not to wake him up.
Belief Is A Three Letter Word
(Post Pleiades for deirdre_c. 100 words.)
Dean won’t ever tell Sam this, but for the longest time, he thought it was all for nothing.
The symbols he’d carefully drawn with shaky hands upon Sam’s skin. The sacred words he’d whispered over and over until his voice became too hoarse to be heard. The silent prayers he’d addressed to a God he didn’t even believe in.
Three times Sam stopped breathing. Once his heart gave out.
Four times Dean thought, ‘This is it. This is how we die.’
He still doesn’t believe in God, but lying awake with Sam asleep in his arms, he thanks Him anyway.
Trick Or Treat
(Approx 6 months post Differences Aside for catvampcrazines. 100 words.)
“You sure, honey? I still have that Batman costume somewhere…”
“Mom!” Liam hissed, cheeks blushing. “I don’t wanna dress up. Besides, someone has to hand out the candy.”
“Alright.” She kissed his cheek. “We’ll be back before midnight so you boys behave.”
He nodded impatiently then eagerly shoved his parents out the door. He had two of his favourite things, Spike and candy, and combining them in a make-out session on the couch was tonight’s plan.
“So…” said a voice and he turned around to find Spike grinning at him. “Batman, eh?”
He was going to kill his mother.
Eye Of The Beholder
(Two years post Differences Aside for thatotherperv. 100 words)
Spike woke up to the sound of a soft pencil shifting purposefully over paper and the smell of burnt toast sliding through the air as the teapot whistled in vain. One of those mornings, he thought lazily and drifted back to sleep. Breakfast could wait, Liam would snap out of his trance soon enough.
The walls on their tiny apartment were covered in drawings like this. Spike sleeping. Spike reading. Spike playing the guitar. He’d feel embarrassed but the Spike in Liam’s drawings was very different from the one he faced in the mirror.
Thankfully Liam loved both of them.
Pretty In Pink
(Post Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others for spangels_girl. 200 words.)
“So…” Sam starts and Dean shoots him a wary glance. Sam’s ‘So’ sentences usually bring trouble.
“What?” he finally asks when all Sam does is smirk at him.
“So… lip-gloss turns you on, huh?”
His face goes instantly hot. Damn. “What? No.”
“Really? So if I did this…” Sam pulls the pink gloss out of his pocket and unscrews the cap, releasing the smell of strawberries. “It would have no effect on you whatsoever?”
Dean swallows when Sam turns the rearview mirror his way and then runs the glossy tip meticulously over his lips. “Dude, wha-what are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Sam says and puckers his lips as he checks out his reflection. “Is this really my color? Maybe I should go with something a little more…”
With a curse Dean hits the brakes and the car skids to a screeching halt by the side of the road. He grabs Sam by the neck and kisses him hard, tasting lip-gloss and Mountain Dew, and he’s so hard he’s having trouble breathing. When he finally pulls away they’re both gasping and Sam’s staring at him, eyes dazed.
“Pink,” he pants and rubs his thumb over Dean’s lips. “Definitely your color.”
(Post Breakfast a la Jimmy for aschicca. 1oo words)
The room was dark, the air hot and heavy. David’s body ached in ways that smothered any chances of things not being what they seemed.
His arm was asleep from the weight of a head resting upon his shoulder. Warm breath brushed his ear. An arm was slung over his waist, fingers curled loosely against his stomach. Toes dug into his calves.
He waited for the signs of panic, for thoughts of regret to twist his gut. Nothing happened.
He slipped his fingers in between James’, braiding them together, and gently pulled him closer, careful not to wake him up.
Belief Is A Three Letter Word
(Post Pleiades for deirdre_c. 100 words.)
Dean won’t ever tell Sam this, but for the longest time, he thought it was all for nothing.
The symbols he’d carefully drawn with shaky hands upon Sam’s skin. The sacred words he’d whispered over and over until his voice became too hoarse to be heard. The silent prayers he’d addressed to a God he didn’t even believe in.
Three times Sam stopped breathing. Once his heart gave out.
Four times Dean thought, ‘This is it. This is how we die.’
He still doesn’t believe in God, but lying awake with Sam asleep in his arms, he thanks Him anyway.
Trick Or Treat
(Approx 6 months post Differences Aside for catvampcrazines. 100 words.)
“You sure, honey? I still have that Batman costume somewhere…”
“Mom!” Liam hissed, cheeks blushing. “I don’t wanna dress up. Besides, someone has to hand out the candy.”
“Alright.” She kissed his cheek. “We’ll be back before midnight so you boys behave.”
He nodded impatiently then eagerly shoved his parents out the door. He had two of his favourite things, Spike and candy, and combining them in a make-out session on the couch was tonight’s plan.
“So…” said a voice and he turned around to find Spike grinning at him. “Batman, eh?”
He was going to kill his mother.
Eye Of The Beholder
(Two years post Differences Aside for thatotherperv. 100 words)
Spike woke up to the sound of a soft pencil shifting purposefully over paper and the smell of burnt toast sliding through the air as the teapot whistled in vain. One of those mornings, he thought lazily and drifted back to sleep. Breakfast could wait, Liam would snap out of his trance soon enough.
The walls on their tiny apartment were covered in drawings like this. Spike sleeping. Spike reading. Spike playing the guitar. He’d feel embarrassed but the Spike in Liam’s drawings was very different from the one he faced in the mirror.
Thankfully Liam loved both of them.
Pretty In Pink
(Post Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others for spangels_girl. 200 words.)
“So…” Sam starts and Dean shoots him a wary glance. Sam’s ‘So’ sentences usually bring trouble.
“What?” he finally asks when all Sam does is smirk at him.
“So… lip-gloss turns you on, huh?”
His face goes instantly hot. Damn. “What? No.”
“Really? So if I did this…” Sam pulls the pink gloss out of his pocket and unscrews the cap, releasing the smell of strawberries. “It would have no effect on you whatsoever?”
Dean swallows when Sam turns the rearview mirror his way and then runs the glossy tip meticulously over his lips. “Dude, wha-what are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Sam says and puckers his lips as he checks out his reflection. “Is this really my color? Maybe I should go with something a little more…”
With a curse Dean hits the brakes and the car skids to a screeching halt by the side of the road. He grabs Sam by the neck and kisses him hard, tasting lip-gloss and Mountain Dew, and he’s so hard he’s having trouble breathing. When he finally pulls away they’re both gasping and Sam’s staring at him, eyes dazed.
“Pink,” he pants and rubs his thumb over Dean’s lips. “Definitely your color.”