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ratherastory) wrote2010-02-17 02:57 pm
ratherastory) wrote2010-02-17 02:57 pm
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Drabble Meme results
So eight people actually asked for prompts, and here they are.
Each piece is exactly 100 words.
Disclaimy thing: I think we all know by now that I very sadly am the owner of nothing at all, yes?
Spoilers & Warnings: Spoilers for all aired episodes, especially 5.14. No warnings needed, I don't think.
1- For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pkwench, who wanted Castiel being awesome and sweet. It sort of worked out that way. ;)
They haven't tied Sam down yet, but they probably should. His throat is raw from screaming, and he wishes that they'd maybe gag him, too. Truss him up, throw him in a corner, lock the door and throw away the key. He's retreated to the wall furthest from the door, curls in on himself, locking his arms around his knees, tries to shut out the world.
There's a feather-light touch on his arm. He looks up, expecting Dean, and is surprised to find Castiel instead, gaze intent, earnest as ever.
“Don't worry. All will be well again. Have faith.”
*****
2- Formelanth0 who wanted horny!Dean. This went kind of outside my comfort zone, so I hope I did it justice!
There's a certain joy in this. He spots the hot chick at the corner table about twenty minutes after he gets to the bar. So he orders a beer and makes sure he catches her attention. It's not difficult. One minute he's making smouldering eye contact with her, and the next she's giving him an unmistakeably come-hither look. With a swing of denim-clad hips she's out the front door, and when he follows he finds her leaning against the Impala, smirking at him.
It never even occurs to him to ask her how she knew which car was his.
*****
3- Forjaffatech, who requested hurt!Dean. It kind of turned a bit into sick!Dean, but I hope it's close enough. :)
“Dean.”
Everything's swimmy. Swimmy is bad. He might hurl. He swats at Sam's hands, is a little chagrined when he misses entirely.
“Quit pokin' at me.”
“Dean, come on. Let me check you out.”
Baseball mitts. Sam got his hands replaced when Dean wasn't looking. “Spat on me.” Might definitely hurl.
“Yeah, she did.”
Not going to hurl. “Gross. D'we get 'er?”
“You got her.”
“Witch spit. Gross. She gone?” No hurling.
“Yeah, she is.”
“Good. Otherwise... might be awkward.”
He hurls, but Sam is there to hold him together.
*****
4- Forannj_g80, who wanted a follow-up to Take Me Home with newly!human!Sam, preferably funny.
“What's going on with you?” Dean asks, but the question lacks the usual underlying irritation. Just curiosity. “You just about jumped a mile there.”
Sam forces himself to take a deep breath, rubs his hands on his jeans in a visible effort to ground himself. “I'm fine.”
Is Sam blushing? “Seriously, dude. Spill.”
“It's nothing, Dean. Let it go.”
“Sam,” Dean's tone brooks no argument, and Sam rolls his eyes.
“Fine. I just... IthoughtIsawasquirrel. Happy?” he snaps.
For a second Dean just stares. Then under Sam's baleful glare, he dissolves into helpless giggles.
*****
5- Fordinalori, who after Take Me Home wanted Castiel to talk to Jimmy.
“Uh... so what brings you around? So to speak?” Jimmy sounds nervous, unsure.
“I wished to speak with you.”
“About what?”
Castiel feels just as unsettled as Jimmy sounds. “Anything you want.”
“Oookay. Look, Cas, it's not... are you sure you don't want anything?”
It's unutterably sad that this is how Jimmy feels. “I didn't think before, that it was necessary for us to speak. I feel differently now.”
“Oh.”
“Is that all right?”
“Yeah, sure. It's kind of lonely in here by myself, you know.”
“I know it now.”
*****
6- Fordante_s_hell, who wanted a drabble in which Sam doesn't want to let Dean out of his sight for some reason.
“Dude, I seriously feel like I've grown a second shadow.”
“Sorry.”
“Would you quit apologizing already?”
“So —right. Okay.”
Dean rolls his eyes. “All right, clingy. What's with you?”
“Nothing,” Sam fidgets next to him at the bar. Dean's twitchy, maybe because Sam doesn't have his laptop. It's their buffer, keeps them both in their comfort zone.
“Don't make me nag you.”
“How about I buy you a beer instead?” Sam offers with a small smile.
“Compromise accepted.”
They drink, and Dean sees everyone they've lost reflected in Sam's eyes.
*****
7- Forblubird_pie (and it's totally kosher for you to request drabbles, babe!), who wanted Sam to do something nice for Dean, kind of like in Stolen Moments. (And can I take this opportunity to say how AWESOME it is to hear that you guys liked my previous stuff enough to refer back to it?)
When the feelings come back he begins to think Famine was probably full of shit. It's a trickle, then a full-on flood, until he finds himself screaming at the sky; and then perversely he finds himself wishing they'd all go away again. He spends three days trying very hard to drown them.
He wakes up with the world's worst hangover, and Sam is sitting on the bed, looking tired but alert, a steaming mug in his hand, smiling uncertainly.
“I brought coffee and Tylenol.”
He pushes himself upright, accepts the mug, reminded that not all feelings are necessarily bad.
*****
8- Fortifaching, who wanted Deaf!Dean and Sam training.
Training with Dean is an eerily silent affair, just the sound of skin colliding with skin and fabric, the occasional crack of leather, harsh panting in his ears. Sam settles into the rhythm of punch-block-feint-dodge. They're evenly matched now, in spite of Dad's worries that Dean's disability will slow him down. Sam snorts at the thought just as he gets his ass handed to him.
Dean grins as he offers a hand to pull him up from the dusty ground.
How do you always know what I'm going to do? Sam signs.
Dean shrugs. You tell me with your eyes.
*****
Each piece is exactly 100 words.
Disclaimy thing: I think we all know by now that I very sadly am the owner of nothing at all, yes?
Spoilers & Warnings: Spoilers for all aired episodes, especially 5.14. No warnings needed, I don't think.
1- For
pkwench, who wanted Castiel being awesome and sweet. It sort of worked out that way. ;)They haven't tied Sam down yet, but they probably should. His throat is raw from screaming, and he wishes that they'd maybe gag him, too. Truss him up, throw him in a corner, lock the door and throw away the key. He's retreated to the wall furthest from the door, curls in on himself, locking his arms around his knees, tries to shut out the world.
There's a feather-light touch on his arm. He looks up, expecting Dean, and is surprised to find Castiel instead, gaze intent, earnest as ever.
“Don't worry. All will be well again. Have faith.”
2- For
melanth0 who wanted horny!Dean. This went kind of outside my comfort zone, so I hope I did it justice!There's a certain joy in this. He spots the hot chick at the corner table about twenty minutes after he gets to the bar. So he orders a beer and makes sure he catches her attention. It's not difficult. One minute he's making smouldering eye contact with her, and the next she's giving him an unmistakeably come-hither look. With a swing of denim-clad hips she's out the front door, and when he follows he finds her leaning against the Impala, smirking at him.
It never even occurs to him to ask her how she knew which car was his.
3- For
jaffatech, who requested hurt!Dean. It kind of turned a bit into sick!Dean, but I hope it's close enough. :)“Dean.”
Everything's swimmy. Swimmy is bad. He might hurl. He swats at Sam's hands, is a little chagrined when he misses entirely.
“Quit pokin' at me.”
“Dean, come on. Let me check you out.”
Baseball mitts. Sam got his hands replaced when Dean wasn't looking. “Spat on me.” Might definitely hurl.
“Yeah, she did.”
Not going to hurl. “Gross. D'we get 'er?”
“You got her.”
“Witch spit. Gross. She gone?” No hurling.
“Yeah, she is.”
“Good. Otherwise... might be awkward.”
He hurls, but Sam is there to hold him together.
4- For
annj_g80, who wanted a follow-up to Take Me Home with newly!human!Sam, preferably funny.“What's going on with you?” Dean asks, but the question lacks the usual underlying irritation. Just curiosity. “You just about jumped a mile there.”
Sam forces himself to take a deep breath, rubs his hands on his jeans in a visible effort to ground himself. “I'm fine.”
Is Sam blushing? “Seriously, dude. Spill.”
“It's nothing, Dean. Let it go.”
“Sam,” Dean's tone brooks no argument, and Sam rolls his eyes.
“Fine. I just... IthoughtIsawasquirrel. Happy?” he snaps.
For a second Dean just stares. Then under Sam's baleful glare, he dissolves into helpless giggles.
5- For
dinalori, who after Take Me Home wanted Castiel to talk to Jimmy.“Uh... so what brings you around? So to speak?” Jimmy sounds nervous, unsure.
“I wished to speak with you.”
“About what?”
Castiel feels just as unsettled as Jimmy sounds. “Anything you want.”
“Oookay. Look, Cas, it's not... are you sure you don't want anything?”
It's unutterably sad that this is how Jimmy feels. “I didn't think before, that it was necessary for us to speak. I feel differently now.”
“Oh.”
“Is that all right?”
“Yeah, sure. It's kind of lonely in here by myself, you know.”
“I know it now.”
6- For
dante_s_hell, who wanted a drabble in which Sam doesn't want to let Dean out of his sight for some reason.“Dude, I seriously feel like I've grown a second shadow.”
“Sorry.”
“Would you quit apologizing already?”
“So —right. Okay.”
Dean rolls his eyes. “All right, clingy. What's with you?”
“Nothing,” Sam fidgets next to him at the bar. Dean's twitchy, maybe because Sam doesn't have his laptop. It's their buffer, keeps them both in their comfort zone.
“Don't make me nag you.”
“How about I buy you a beer instead?” Sam offers with a small smile.
“Compromise accepted.”
They drink, and Dean sees everyone they've lost reflected in Sam's eyes.
7- For
blubird_pie (and it's totally kosher for you to request drabbles, babe!), who wanted Sam to do something nice for Dean, kind of like in Stolen Moments. (And can I take this opportunity to say how AWESOME it is to hear that you guys liked my previous stuff enough to refer back to it?)When the feelings come back he begins to think Famine was probably full of shit. It's a trickle, then a full-on flood, until he finds himself screaming at the sky; and then perversely he finds himself wishing they'd all go away again. He spends three days trying very hard to drown them.
He wakes up with the world's worst hangover, and Sam is sitting on the bed, looking tired but alert, a steaming mug in his hand, smiling uncertainly.
“I brought coffee and Tylenol.”
He pushes himself upright, accepts the mug, reminded that not all feelings are necessarily bad.
8- For
tifaching, who wanted Deaf!Dean and Sam training.Training with Dean is an eerily silent affair, just the sound of skin colliding with skin and fabric, the occasional crack of leather, harsh panting in his ears. Sam settles into the rhythm of punch-block-feint-dodge. They're evenly matched now, in spite of Dad's worries that Dean's disability will slow him down. Sam snorts at the thought just as he gets his ass handed to him.
Dean grins as he offers a hand to pull him up from the dusty ground.
How do you always know what I'm going to do? Sam signs.
Dean shrugs. You tell me with your eyes.
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I'm glad you enjoyed these! I'm not planning on stopping anytime soon, no.
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(Anonymous) 2010-02-17 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
I was about to ask who that was! :D
Glad you liked your drabble. :)
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I don't know why but I have a thing for poking in sick/hurt fics. It's so adorable. And the baseball mitts line was so Dean. I could pretty much say I loved every line but I'll just say that I'm so glad you had Sam there for him. The ending was perfect. :D
*HUGS*
I went back and read all the other drabbles too. You did a great job with all of them but #4 really stood out for me. All I could think about was Dug from UP when I read that, lol. It was a perfect little tag to Take Me Home. :)
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I should have figured you'd like Jimmy & Castiel. :)
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I'm really glad you liked your sick!Dean drabble. I love poking in that kind of fic too, so I understand entirely. :)
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IthoughtIsawasquirrel
Awesome!
Thank you so much *giggles some more*
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And yes, so VERY Sam'n'Dean. The non-verbal communication they have going in the first few seasons is my favourite thing in the whole wide world.
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Glad you liked it!
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Thank you for sweet Cas, btw. How'd you know that a detox scene would be just extra awesome?
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The only reason I haven't written a full thing for that is that everyone and their cousin has done it. Also, I may end up having to include a scene like that in my BigBang fic. Ahem.
The squirrel thing makes me giggle every time.
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The squirrel line seems pretty popular. :)
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"You tell me with your eyes."
SamnDean!
I really like the one for me...clearly Dean's about to get tied up, or sucked dry, or at least smacked around a bit, and I love that we don't find out exactly what her angle is.
I'm curious, though; In what direction out of your comfort zone was that?
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The drabble stayed pretty tame, overall. And yes, Bad Things™ are about to happen to Dean, you can see it coming a mile away. :D
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and HOW DID I MISS YOUR REQUEST FOR REQUESTS??
are you going to do this again? Will you poke me if you do? Do I have to win something to get one?
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Heck, there are still two slots open. Want a drabble? Go right ahead and prompt.
Drabbles aren't difficult, once you get the hang of them. The trick is to remember that you're not telling a story, you're examining a tiny moment in time and conveying an emotion. :) I actually find that restricting myself to 100 words exactly forces me to choose what I'm saying very, very carefully, too, which helps.
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I really liked that one myself.
I find that the shorter the fic, the more you have to make each word count. Drabbles are there to evoke one single emotion/reaction in the reader, so you have to weigh each word carefully to make sure it has the maximum impact. In short, I'm glad you feel I'm doing something right! ;)