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ratherastory) wrote2011-01-05 12:50 am
ratherastory) wrote2011-01-05 12:50 am
It's my birthday! Let's have a comment-fic meme!
Okay everyone!
It's my birthday ! I am stuck at work, on a night shift, and I am sick. I think my birthday needs to be a lot more awesome than this, so I declare an impromptu comment-fic meme!
It's my LJ, so you guys know what I like. SPN, h/c, all that. BUT! If you have other fandoms you want to include, RPF, crossovers, whatever, then have at it!
Ground rules:
HAVE FUN!
Prompt as many times as you want! One prompt per comment. In the subject line specify the fandom and whatever else you want.
Please write to as many prompts as you want! Multiple fills per prompt are encouraged. Reply to the original prompt, and if you need multiple comment-boxes for your reply, please reply to the previous comment to keep linking simple. In the subject line write FILLED: [Your Title] and applicable warnings.
I will, naturally, compile a master list as we go.
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lelaro: Sam teaches Dean about social networking.
pedal_blur: The boys hole up at Bobby's while Dean is sick. Sam pitches in to help around the house.
claudia_priscus: Sam help takes care of Bobby's zombie bunny problem.
wrath_n_raiths: Doc Benton succeeds in putting out Sam's eye.
mercuryblue144: Sam 'n' Dean try to fit on a twin bed, with dubious results.
harrigan: Pillow Talk. Or, Sam teaches Dean something. :)
ratherastory: The guys wrap up a case, and Danny finds out that Steve's been hiding an injury, all the while he's been running around and fighting like a ninja. He yells at Steve and takes care of him at the same time.
It's my birthday ! I am stuck at work, on a night shift, and I am sick. I think my birthday needs to be a lot more awesome than this, so I declare an impromptu comment-fic meme!
It's my LJ, so you guys know what I like. SPN, h/c, all that. BUT! If you have other fandoms you want to include, RPF, crossovers, whatever, then have at it!
Ground rules:
HAVE FUN!
Prompt as many times as you want! One prompt per comment. In the subject line specify the fandom and whatever else you want.
Please write to as many prompts as you want! Multiple fills per prompt are encouraged. Reply to the original prompt, and if you need multiple comment-boxes for your reply, please reply to the previous comment to keep linking simple. In the subject line write FILLED: [Your Title] and applicable warnings.
I will, naturally, compile a master list as we go.
lelaro: Sam teaches Dean about social networking.pedal_blur: The boys hole up at Bobby's while Dean is sick. Sam pitches in to help around the house.claudia_priscus: Sam help takes care of Bobby's zombie bunny problem.wrath_n_raiths: Doc Benton succeeds in putting out Sam's eye.mercuryblue144: Sam 'n' Dean try to fit on a twin bed, with dubious results.harrigan: Pillow Talk. Or, Sam teaches Dean something. :)ratherastory: The guys wrap up a case, and Danny finds out that Steve's been hiding an injury, all the while he's been running around and fighting like a ninja. He yells at Steve and takes care of him at the same time.
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"Your brother still asleep?"
"More like passed out," says Sam, stacking his and Bobby's plates and dumping them in the sink, "but yeah. His fever hasn't gone down, though, is that - "
"It's normal, son, he's fine." Bobby edges his glass in Sam's direction, untrimmed whiskers disguising his smirk as Sam picks it up automatically and reaches for the detergent. "Give it a day or two, he'll be back to annoying the crap outta ya."
Sam nods, the frown line between his eyes easing. He snaps on the extra large rubber gloves Bobby has stowed under the sink for just such occasions, plugs the drain and starts the water running.
As Bobby heads by him into the yard he drops a quiet hint about the mould repatterning the tiles in the bathroom. Sam's "got it" holds the same determination it does when gunning for a monster.
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"You got him? Bobby. You got him?"
"I got him, Sam, untwist your panties," snaps Bobby, hefting Dean upright against the headboard. "C'mon, Dean," he says, softer, "give your brother a break."
Between them they get Dean to open his eyes and accept the water Sam's got pressed up to his lips. He moans at them blearily, cheeks flushed red, mouth turned down stroppily.
"I thought you said he was healed," says Sam, palming Dean's cheek to keep him present.
"I said give him a couple of days. It's been, oh, fifteen hours?" Bobby lets his words slide into the world at a slow, sarcastic pace.
"So? Then he should be getting better - "
"Sam ... "
The hoarse crackle sits limply on the air.
"Hey, hey, how're you doing, kiddo?"
It's amazing, the way Sam's face goes soft, like he's slipped into a new skin. His eyes go dewy, his whole body changing from something hard and deadly into a giant cushion for Dean to lean against. Bobby lifts Dean subtly, makes room for Sam to park his ass, and Dean melts like liquid into his brother's side, struggling to stay conscious.
"Quit riding Bobby so hard," he slurs, the directive muffled in Sam's shirtsleeve. He pats Sam's thigh clumsily in an attempt at comfort and drops straight back into sleep.
Sam glances at Bobby, expression contrite.
"Stow the apology," says Bobby, hand twitching at the rim of his baseball cap. "There's plenty needs doing once he's done drooling on ya shoulder."
Sam just nods, like it's little payment. And so it is, thinks Bobby defiantly, watching as Dean squirms restlessly, settling only when Sam's fingers close softly over his nape. So it damn well is - 'specially when he'd do it for free.
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Love the two sides of Sam here. Thank you!
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Very nice. Lovely little bit of stuff.
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Bobby looked him dead in the eye, and kept his gaze as level as possible when staring up at six-plus feet of Winchester. He'd gotten good at it, considering all the practice he got. "You got a problem with it?"
"Its just that- well- when I asked what I could do..." he trailed off again, visibly frustrated.
Bobby just crossed his arms and waited.
"Zombie bunnies, Bobby- really? I mean- actual, honest-to-god undead, flesh-eating rabbits?"
"Yeah, and? You think you're gonna catch 'em standing in my kitchen?"
Sam was starting to look concerned. "You're kidding, right?" he asked, from the sound of it, he was really hoping the answer was 'yes'.
"Nope. It might surprise you to know, but I do occasionally make plan get things other than pulling you and your brother's asses out of the fire."
"But- zombie bunnies, Bobby. How the hell does that even happen?"
"The usual way. Now git out there before they start multiplying." Bobby glowered up - damn it, not nearly effective as glowering down- at the bewildered-looking young man.
"Why are they even here?" Sam sounded lost. Bobby hadn't thought anything could faze those boys anymore, but then again, there was weird...and then there was weird.
"Why do you think? Now, if you're done- " he pointed down at the table, which had a mishmash of dirty dishes, weapons on it, as well as a dead rabbit. "Here's what you'll do. First, draw them out with this-" he grabbed the dead rabbit- "and then you stab them four times with that." He pointed at a silver knife soaking in a jar of dog's blood and alfalfa."
"You really think that'll work?"
"Do I look like a fool to you? I know how to get rid of undead rabbits."
"Right- okay. Sure." Sam still looked doubtful.
"You got a problem?" Bobby asked again.
Sam just sighed. "Front porch?" he said, resigned.
"Yup."
Bobby watched as Sam forlornly made his way out to the door. "Make sure you shut that door," he called after him. "I don't want any of those damn rabbits inside."
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This was great, and just what I needed right now. Thanks!
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