Prompt meme!

[ratherastory]

Shamelessly stolen from de_nugis.

Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I will give you 1-3 sentences (or more) from or about it.

I haven't been writing much (apart from my summergen, which keeps getting longer on me and is giving me terrible trouble and I am worried my recipient will hate it and oh God... anyway), so this feels like a fun way to get back into the swing of things.

All my fandoms are fair game. That's Supernatural, H50, Leverage, White Collar, Avengers (and all related Marvel movies that I've seen), and if you know I watch a TV show but haven't written anything for it yet and feel like taking a chance, you should go for it. (Ones that spring to mind are Person of Interest and Teen Wolf, among others.)

Comments

[gidgetgal9.livejournal.com]

I remember this well because it was the sort of thing that would happen to me. Remember the time in the fusion verse Sam got his meds out in the bathroom and dropped the whole bottle of pills in the toilet. It is the weekend and the pills will be hard to refill and it is the end to a crappy day anyway. Dean bakes cookies to make it all better. :)

[ratherastory.livejournal.com]

The pills are strewn over the table, now, drying out on several sheets of paper towel, and Sam is still shaking. He's wrapped in one of the throws from the living room even though it's summer and Dean is a little worried he'll die of heatstroke, but if it stops the shaking Dean will take it.

He produces the bottle of Klonopin he took from the medicine cabinet after he'd rescued the rest of Sam's Seroquel from the toilet bowl, shakes out two tiny pills into Sam's oversized palm and hands him a glass of water.

"Bottom's up, Sammy. It's fine, okay? The pills are a little soggy, but we'll let 'em dry out, they should be fine. C'mon, breathe for me. In and out, through your nose."

He has to help hold the glass steady, because this apparently was the last straw on a very bad day, and Sam has all but shut down, eyes closed against whatever it is he's seeing. It was obviously an accident—it wouldn't even occur to Sam to flush his meds, not when they cost so much money and let him cope with the sheer scope of existing topside these days—but he was so upset Dean was sure he'd end up hurting himself.

"Better now?" he asks, once the water's gone, and Sam nods automatically. It might be a lie, but at least Sam's trying. He squeezes Sam's shoulder with one hand, gives a thumb's-up to Perry, not that she knows what that means, but she gets upset when Sam's upset, so he does what he can. "So," he says finally. "How about I bake cookies? Think that'd improve your day?"

Sam's sudden, small smile is the only answer he needs.

[gidgetgal9.livejournal.com]

I love your fusion verse and this is so sweet. You are amazing in my book- just saying. :)

[harrigan.livejournal.com]

You have made my night!

[sandycub.livejournal.com]

Oh poor Sammy! Having an accident like that and then being so worried over it! Of course Dean is understanding and comforting!

[madebyme-x.livejournal.com]

Oh, these fics have been such a treat - this is my favourite verse ever!