Fic: The Wharf

[judith_88_g]

Title: The Wharf
Author: judith_88_g
Rating: PG
Genre: gen
Characters: Sam, Dean
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 1700
Disclaimer: Still not mine. Don't lose my hope, though.
Summary: Set early in season 1 back in the time when Sam didn't really appreciate of his brother's idea of earning money.

A/N: Written for spangielka because it's her birthday today! Hope you have some

Comments

[borgmama1of5]

I thoroughly enjoyed this scenario!

[judith_88_g]

I'm very happy to hear that. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.

[roxymissrose]

I remember this episode! Or I should say, this definitely *should* have been an ep!

Wonderful voices, and a great scenario--thanks so much for sharing this!

[judith_88_g]

That's an awful nice thing to say! Thank you so much.

[saberivojo]

What a great little slice of life! I love the boys hustling and things going wrong.

Dean would do this. He would!

Thanks so much.

[judith_88_g]

Dean would do this. He would!

He can be such a dummy, can't he? *snuggles him*

Thank you so much. I'm stoked you liked it.

[smilla02]

I love a fic set in the day to day routine of Sam and Dean, esp. when it involves hustling. :D And I loved what you did here with Sam and Dean in that moment in canon, when Sam's look at the hunting world was like he was reacquainting himself with long lost friend and finding them different than he remembered. Oh and those sharp edges in Dean of too large grins and brawl. So beautiful!

[judith_88_g]

I have a soft spot for hustling boys myself.
Thank you so much! You're very kind. I'm pleased you liked the fic :)

[spangielka]

Oh, my non-so-inner Sam-girl got her own party too!
Thank you so much, this was amazing and I am so lucky to have been given such a well-considerate gift!

Sam shooting the speakers was pure brilliance, really.
I liked the feeling of Dean easing him back into their beaten track.
My favorite part -

He would usually wave off all the attempts to drag him to the table not willing to lift that rock and check what had been born underneath. Sam remembered that one night though, after a killer combination of whisky and red bull he had finally grabbed the cue and kicked his friends’ asses black and blue. Even despite seeing two balls in place of one. They had all been full of awes, joking about going full on Paul Newman, hitting the road, and making loads of money, but the only thing Sam had felt was emptiness and incongruity. He hadn’t played since then.

Oh yes. This is exactly what I imagine Stanford must have been like for Sam. At times.

Once again, THANK YOU, I feel so spoiled and pleased and you're truly amazing! <3

[judith_88_g]

I'm super glad you liked the fic!

I liked the feeling of Dean easing him back into their beaten track.

That was precisely what I was aiming for in this story so I'm very happy it shows.

And you're so very welcome! You deserve much more. In, fact you should be rolling in Sam goodness for all I know.

I feel so spoiled and pleased

*looks with approbation*
Then my job here is done. *smishes you*