It's my birthday! Let's have a comment-fic meme!

[ratherastory]

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.

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.

Comments

[claudiapriscus.livejournal.com]

Sick again? Are you sure you want to tempt fate with more h/c? ;)

I don't mind tempting fate, though. Prompt: AU in which John's the one Crowley brings back, thus messing with Dean/Sam's head(s) even MORE than the current season has. Mwhah.

ETA: Happy, happy birthday! Where are your prompts?

[ratherastory.livejournal.com]

*Still* sick, is the problem. There will be prompts, but I'm at work and thus have to, y'know, work. Bah. Nice prompt!

[bellatemple]

Soooooooooooooooo you totally get the random horrible plot bunny that spawned itself in my head last night while I was trying to sleep:

What if the entire sixth season to date has been one long djinn-poison induced hallucination?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! *laughs maniacally*

[claudiapriscus.livejournal.com]

Work ruins everything fun, who needs it?

[claudiapriscus.livejournal.com]

In honor of birthdays:

One of the boys, for whatever case-related/undercover reason, ends up in one of those stripper-cakes and pops out at some lucky lady's birthday party.


(ETA: or maybe it's Castiel. IDK! My brain is on crack)

[bellatemple]

Every time one of the boys is laid up at Bobby's, the other one pitches in to help out around the house. You know, cooking dinner, working in the junk yard, getting rid of the infestation of undead rabbits under the porch. . . .

SPN

[ratherastory.livejournal.com]

While Sam is in hell and Dean is off living the life suburban, Crowley likes to pop in on Bobby. You know, check in, see how he is, dangle his soul in front of him like a worm on a hook, the usual...

[ianthe-echo.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary/Supernatural. Sam and Dean run into Tesla just after finishing working a case and naturally hijinks in sue.

[mymuseandi.livejournal.com]

Happy Birthday! And hope you get well soon.

Prompt: Dean and Sam atumble into an ANTM photo shoot, and Tyra holds them hostage as models since the real models didn't turn up.

I just need an excuse to have the boys shirtless :)

[quickreaver.livejournal.com]

One, or both, of the brothers have to take a boring night job to cook up some quick cash (art imitating life?), but some heavenly or infernal guest decides to make the third shift a touch more interesting.

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

Sam teaches Dean something.

I mean, not like a moral lesson or Who Sam Really Is or something like that, but there's a practical skill Sam has and Dean doesn't that they need for a case. I want to see how passing a skill from younger to older plays out in their dynamic, as opposed to the various Dean teaches Sam to drive or play pool or fix the car or whatever that pop up in fic.

[elsewhere-kels.livejournal.com]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

I will come back and play when it's not bedtime. XD Take care <3

EDIT: Oh, right, prompt. XD
SPN, gen, there's are two witches, a grandmother and her daughter, and the younger witch has a young child. Dean ganks the younger one but the grandmother gets away, but not before she curses Dean. Now Sam has to look after his four-year-old brother, who's traumatized by the events that killed Mary and also stuck inside a 30-something-year-old body.

...That was complicated and convoluted but IDK write it if you want to! XD

Filled: Well Dean didn't know what a myspace was..., warning:extremely short

[lelaro.livejournal.com]

"So you type in their name and you find out everything about them?" Dean said with a sceptical look on his face as he clicked through a person's personal profile.

"Yeah. how did you think i found out the connections between all the victims in the last four cases?" Sam replied.

"I don't know Sammy, this facebook stalking still seems a little too convenient for me. Go get me a beer."

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

I think I forgot to say Happy Birthday!

Depressive Sam. Nothing is more distinctive to Sam, for good and evil, than his drive, the way he just never stops. Which is why it would be more interesting in some ways to see him clinically depressed than the more obviously depressive Dean. Sitting in a dark room all day. Not able to muster the will or motivation to do anything. Not invested in any goals. Too apathetic to impose any order on his surroundings.

Pretty sure it would freak Dean out at first, but that he'd learn to cope.

[wave-obscura.livejournal.com]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Since I failed at writing you a get well fic, hopefully someone else will do it for me:

Sam and Dean finally go to the Grand Canyon, and it's really, really awesome. They charm their way into somebody's campground and roast marshmallows and are having a swell old time... until they learn Sam's asthma is exacerbated by campfire. Bonus points if they're camping with a crowd of meathead douchebags who heckle Sam about his respiratory distress, which of course infuriates Dean.

[ratherastory.livejournal.com]

Dr. Benton actually does manage to gouge Sam's eye out in 3.15 ("Time Is On My Side").

Filled

[pedal-blur.livejournal.com]

I think I barely filled your prompt, I'm sorry, but I hope you like it anyway ... Happy Birthday, ratherastory!


"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.

--

"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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[ratherastory.livejournal.com]

Aww! Gruff!Bobby is my favourite kind. :)

Love the two sides of Sam here. Thank you!

[cordelia-gray.livejournal.com]

Happy birthday! *hugs* I also just had a less-than-awesome birthday, so my sympathies.

Right, a prompt! How about something birthday-related? Maybe the boys have to go undercover at a Chuck-E-Cheez or something for a hunt. They have only a very sketchy idea of what normal kid's birthday parties are like, and Sam has a clown phobia (and maybe a paper hat phobia, due to the events of 'Ghostfacers'). Hijinks ensue.

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[bellatemple]

I shall have to imagine he goes after the undead rabbits next. ;D

Very nice. Lovely little bit of stuff.

[yasminke.livejournal.com]

Happy Birthday, Kiddo!!!!

Re: Filled

[wave-obscura.livejournal.com]

AWWWWW. That's adorable.

Re: Filled - silly random bonus fic-

[claudiapriscus.livejournal.com]

"Bobby-" Sam hesitated.

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."

[asilia.livejournal.com]

Happy birthday :D

Uhm, prompt... Post-hell (not necessarily based on S6), Sam has a nightmare and wakes up to a full-blown panic attack (you know, hyperventilating, crying, shaking etc). Protective, caring Dean makes it all better.

(Wow, that was really lame... I'll give it some more thought).

Re: Filled: Well Dean didn't know what a myspace was..., warning:extremely short

[dither-river.livejournal.com]

Hahaha :) Loved it!