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it's the circle of life! lol!
Okay, so I managed to finish my Holiday drabbles, a bit late maybe but finish them none the less. inthekeyofd , yours was the first to be done (the 29th of November!) but you'll have to wait a bit because the icons are not finished and I am OCD like that! sorry! I don't think it will be long *crosses fingers*
okay, so here are the Supernatural drabbles =D
In fact, the fist is a Lost/Supernatural drabble, for
ssstevie who asked for Sam and Claire
Can't Reach (Will You Help Me)
Sam Winchester, Claire Littleton
From his peripheral vision Sam sees an extended hand reaching for an old book on a high shelf and not quite getting there. He takes it out and hands it down.
She's about half of Jessica's height but just as blond and beautiful, enough to make his heart ache. Two heartbeats and he's back in reality as she smiles back at him.
"Thanks."
Sam realizes he never let go of the book when she tugs on it lightly. Experimental Spiritism. He recognizes in her the looks of someone who's seen too much.
"You should be careful."
She nods.
"I will."
// okay so it's short and sweet with the constraints of 100 words, but I think that pairing has a lot of potential. for me it's post Island and Claire feels the nead to reach for Charlie some way or another. I like the idea so much, I'm going to keep it on the back burner and when I have less on my plate, I might come back to it.
and the second is for
zelda_zee
Cabin
Sam/Dean, as in Wincest although not explicit
They squat a little cabin after a hunt in the Appalachians. To make up for it, Sam chops five times more wood that they'll use and Dean fixes the cupboards and an old rocking chair. They'll leave a note, too. Dad taught them to be polite.
Later, they bring a cot next to the fireplace and Sam curls around Dean's back. The flames are hypnotic but suddenly remind Dean of his fate. Sam holds him tighter, as if reading his mind, and starts nuzzling his neck making shushing sounds.
Soon, thoughts of Hell are replaced with another kind of heat.
// the prompt was fireplace, quiet, snow.
I hope you enjoyed!!! ♥
*rubs hands and attacks
abouttwoboys fic*
Okay, so I managed to finish my Holiday drabbles, a bit late maybe but finish them none the less. inthekeyofd , yours was the first to be done (the 29th of November!) but you'll have to wait a bit because the icons are not finished and I am OCD like that! sorry! I don't think it will be long *crosses fingers*
okay, so here are the Supernatural drabbles =D
In fact, the fist is a Lost/Supernatural drabble, for
ssstevie who asked for Sam and Claire
Can't Reach (Will You Help Me)
Sam Winchester, Claire Littleton
From his peripheral vision Sam sees an extended hand reaching for an old book on a high shelf and not quite getting there. He takes it out and hands it down.
She's about half of Jessica's height but just as blond and beautiful, enough to make his heart ache. Two heartbeats and he's back in reality as she smiles back at him.
"Thanks."
Sam realizes he never let go of the book when she tugs on it lightly. Experimental Spiritism. He recognizes in her the looks of someone who's seen too much.
"You should be careful."
She nods.
"I will."
// okay so it's short and sweet with the constraints of 100 words, but I think that pairing has a lot of potential. for me it's post Island and Claire feels the nead to reach for Charlie some way or another. I like the idea so much, I'm going to keep it on the back burner and when I have less on my plate, I might come back to it.
and the second is for
zelda_zee
Cabin
Sam/Dean, as in Wincest although not explicit
They squat a little cabin after a hunt in the Appalachians. To make up for it, Sam chops five times more wood that they'll use and Dean fixes the cupboards and an old rocking chair. They'll leave a note, too. Dad taught them to be polite.
Later, they bring a cot next to the fireplace and Sam curls around Dean's back. The flames are hypnotic but suddenly remind Dean of his fate. Sam holds him tighter, as if reading his mind, and starts nuzzling his neck making shushing sounds.
Soon, thoughts of Hell are replaced with another kind of heat.
// the prompt was fireplace, quiet, snow.
I hope you enjoyed!!! ♥
*rubs hands and attacks
abouttwoboys fic*