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First lot is all SPN. These have all kind of turned into tiny beginnings of stories because y'all gave me excellent beginnings that have got my brain running overtime. I also went a leetle over the paragraphs for a couple of them...
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Dean landed on his back as the burglar held him down with familiar large hands. He blinked, hoping they hadn't woke up Jessica. "Sam?"
“Surprised to see me?” Sam asked, a ghost of a grin on his face that Dean could only make out by the flash of white teeth. “You getting soft?” To this Dean growled and hooked his leg up and over, managing to flip them both so he had Sam pinned instead. “Huh, maybe not.”
Somwhere deeper in the house, Thomas started wailing because he’d obviously heard the noise and hated missing anything. “Dadeeeeeeee!” Dean looked down the hallway and then back at Sam, letting up on the forearm he had pressed lightly over Sam’s throat.
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Fromdolimir_k
"This is so not my fault."
Sam looked up from his place tied to the floor, both hands manacled and ankles clamped. Dean was looking apologetic, but also amused which just pissed him off to no end.
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Fromdeirdre_c
He picks purple, because Sam's favorite color is purple. John looks askance at him. “You sure?”
Dean waggles the bear, poking the belly where there’s a rainbow or an ice cream sundae or some crap stitched on. “How am I supposed to be sure?” Dean asks, grumpy. “How am I supposed to know what to get her?”
“That’s just a little… young, don’t you think?” John asks. “She’s turning sixteen.”
“Well, we can head on over to the underwear section and buy her a bra if you want?” Dean proposes dryly and clamps his teeth on his bottom lip to stop from grinning when John turns bright red.
“Bear’s fine.” John grunts, herding Dean back towards the registers.
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Fromrinkle
"It's just a step to the left..."
Sam looks up at Bobby and then back at Dean, who is also standing stock still. They’re immersed in a complicated ritual that requires they move through the swirls of chalked circle exactly right and…
“Dude, I’m pretty sure that’s Rocky Horror,” Dean snaps from his place and Sam nods. Bobby makes a grunt and flips pages in the battered journal he has in hand. With his other he takes his cap off for a second to scrub over the straggly brush of his hair.
“Sorry, yer right,” Bobby says gruffly. While he’s squinting at the book Sam looks back at Dean who just raises his eyebrows and then shudders. He’s pretty sure Dean’s done exactly what he just did.
Imagined Bobby schlepping to the local cinema in full Frankenfurter fishnets and suspenders. They'd faced demons, spirits and monsters on a regular basis but that? That was some scary shit.
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kelly_girlDean landed on his back as the burglar held him down with familiar large hands. He blinked, hoping they hadn't woke up Jessica. "Sam?"
“Surprised to see me?” Sam asked, a ghost of a grin on his face that Dean could only make out by the flash of white teeth. “You getting soft?” To this Dean growled and hooked his leg up and over, managing to flip them both so he had Sam pinned instead. “Huh, maybe not.”
Somwhere deeper in the house, Thomas started wailing because he’d obviously heard the noise and hated missing anything. “Dadeeeeeeee!” Dean looked down the hallway and then back at Sam, letting up on the forearm he had pressed lightly over Sam’s throat.
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dolimir_k"This is so not my fault."
Sam looked up from his place tied to the floor, both hands manacled and ankles clamped. Dean was looking apologetic, but also amused which just pissed him off to no end.
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deirdre_cHe picks purple, because Sam's favorite color is purple. John looks askance at him. “You sure?”
Dean waggles the bear, poking the belly where there’s a rainbow or an ice cream sundae or some crap stitched on. “How am I supposed to be sure?” Dean asks, grumpy. “How am I supposed to know what to get her?”
“That’s just a little… young, don’t you think?” John asks. “She’s turning sixteen.”
“Well, we can head on over to the underwear section and buy her a bra if you want?” Dean proposes dryly and clamps his teeth on his bottom lip to stop from grinning when John turns bright red.
“Bear’s fine.” John grunts, herding Dean back towards the registers.
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rinkle"It's just a step to the left..."
Sam looks up at Bobby and then back at Dean, who is also standing stock still. They’re immersed in a complicated ritual that requires they move through the swirls of chalked circle exactly right and…
“Dude, I’m pretty sure that’s Rocky Horror,” Dean snaps from his place and Sam nods. Bobby makes a grunt and flips pages in the battered journal he has in hand. With his other he takes his cap off for a second to scrub over the straggly brush of his hair.
“Sorry, yer right,” Bobby says gruffly. While he’s squinting at the book Sam looks back at Dean who just raises his eyebrows and then shudders. He’s pretty sure Dean’s done exactly what he just did.
Imagined Bobby schlepping to the local cinema in full Frankenfurter fishnets and suspenders. They'd faced demons, spirits and monsters on a regular basis but that? That was some scary shit.
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The purple carebear Heee! John and Dean: both so clueless.
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HEEEE!! Best. Visual. Ever!
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You gotta write the entire thing! This is awesome!!
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Imagined Bobby schlepping to the local cinema in full Frankenfurter fishnets and suspenders. They'd faced demons, spirits and monsters on a regular basis but that? That was some scary shit.
LOL!
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Also, I'm having a hard time deciding what icon to use for the brilliance that is the last one. My badass motherfucker!Bobby trucker hat icon... or this one. \o/
(Now please to be writing 5000 words in that first 'verse! *nodnod*)
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*drags feet but ultimately sticks it on the ever-expanding todo list*
I'm only comfortable adding this to the todo because I finished *two* stories yesterday... *aeroplane arms*
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Yeah the rest were good too but that image trumps everything.
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