Ficlets by request

[kellifer]

I have 3 4 5 stories I really need to finish and my muse has completely and not unsurprisingly... abandoned me like a used candy wrapper on the side of the road.

Help me woo her back.

Request some timestamps/pre/post/missing scenes of anything I've written.

*Anything*

I'm not actually expecting many of you to be around because I think it's like night o'clock Sunday for most of you but what the hell.

I will write 3 4 5 as many as I can squeeze out before I actually get my mojo back and start writing what I'm supposed to be writing.

Hi new people who have recently joined, don't be shy. :)

ETA: Can anyone point me in the direction of any good up-for-grabs posted Justin Long icons??

Comments

[earthquakedream.livejournal.com]

More Matt Farrell/Sam Winchester? :D Anything for them. Maybe Matt meeting Dean?

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, I can see my muse sidling up to me for this one damn her!

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Matt is going to kill Sam.

Actually, kill is too neat a word for what he's planning to do because hey, come meet me brother, we'll have breakfast is so far outside what this experience has been that Matt well and truly has to plan torture as well as killing with lots of sharp and uncomfortable items.

He swallows hard and looks back across at the man sitting opposite him.

Dean had been some kind of abstract thought all the time that Matt had known Sam. Some kind of ideal, one-side of a phonecall but not a real person. The actual Dean is glaring at Matt while he works methodically through three different breakfast specials, looking like he wants to stab Matt through the eye with his fork.

Sam has been at the counter for ten minutes, flirting with the waitress and Matt is going to hang, draw and quarter him.

"So, are you Sam's boyfriend or whatever?" Dean asks, not bothering to finish the pancake he's mauling to death before shoving bacon in his mouth on top of it. Matt had always thought that after John, no one would be scary but Dean is...

Dean is flat out terrifying.

"No, it's not like that," Matt starts to say but jerks when Dean slams his fork on the table, sharp tines upright.

"Why the hell not? My Sammy not good enough for you?" Dean demands, something proprietary in his tone and murderous in his look.

Matt has no earthly idea how to answer that question without giving Dean a reason to leap the table and strangle him to death.

He and Sam have sex. It's nice and transitory and if Sam were able to stay still for all of five goddamn minutes then maybe Matt would like it to go somewhere else but at the moment, Matt knows it's impossible. Matt fights the urge to look over his shoulder and see if Sam is stalling on purpose just to mess with him.

"I like him," Matt offers, hoping it's enough to put off his execution.

"Jesus Christ, Andie Walsh," Dean snorts. "Who knew Sam was a lesbian?"

"Wha-?"

"Y'know," Sam says, sliding into the booth on Matt's side and dropping an arm over his shoulder. "I might just tell Janey over there to forget about the free pie if you're going to be such an asshole."

"Pie?" Matt and Sam both say at the same time with identical bright expressions and then look at each other.

Dean rolls his eyes and looks back at his breakfast but for just a minute, Matt thinks that maybe he's edged away from certain doom.

[giandujakiss.livejournal.com]

Anything related to Do Winchesters Dream Of Electric Impalas? - I'd love a post-story ficlet but since you probably ended it where you wanted to end it, I'll take whatever I can get :-).

[lomer.livejournal.com]

*lol* I just requested the exact same thing two minutes after you did. "DWDoEI" is a damn fine story, what can I say?

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

I don't think I ever posted the Xmas ficlet I wrote in this 'verse... I'll have to see if I can find it... heh!!

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

"Stop it," Sam says for maybe the fifteenth time. Dean looks up at him and grins, knife held in one hand precariously over his forearm. "I mean it."

"It'll totally heal," Dean opines, bringing the knife closer to his arm and Sam has had enough, he really has. He leans over the table and smacks the knife out of Dean's hand. Or at least, he meant to but Dean jerked a little when he made a grab for it and instead Sam manages to cut open the meat of his palm in one long slice. He sits back quickly.

"Why did you do that?" Dean asks, looking horrified.

"I didn't mean to do it," Sam sighs, grabbing at the napkins in the dispenser on their table so he can staunch the flow of blood before someone else sees it and freaks out. He watches Dean slide out of his own side of the booth and then sighs and shifts left so Dean can wedge himself into Sam's side, grabbing at the napkins and wrapping Sam's hand firmly, holding the cut closed.

"You're always hurting yourself," Dean scolds, eyes intent on Sam's hand and the dribble of blood that has escaped the makeshift bandages and circled Sam's wrist.

"Me? You were the one who wanted to reenact Terminator 2," Sam gripes. Dean had been strangely intent on seeing if he could strip the flesh from his forearm off in one smooth motion like the Terminator, like he'd seen someone peel an apple in one go without breaking the skin and thought he could do it.

Sometimes Sam worries about the damage to Dean's connections or whatever it was he used to be rational because they certainly seemed to be failing him.

"Well, I heal better than you," Dean says and he sounds pissed about the fact, like Sam's skin doesn't knit neatly together by benefit of thousands of helpful nanites on purpose.

"It's not a competition," Sam says and rolls his eyes.

"You've just gotta stop... hurting yourself. I won't always... I can't stand..." Dean doesn't finish what he's saying but his whole face tenses and Sam's stomach clenches.

"Hey, look at me for a sec," Sam says and after a beat, Dean does.

"That's why we gotta make sure you stick around," Sam says, a determined line carving his brow in half.

[lomer.livejournal.com]

I'm curious if Sam ever found that blue fairy in "Do Winchesters Dream of Electric Impalas?" and if he did, what was Dean's first day as a human like?

[gypsy-atavari.livejournal.com]

I second, I second. :-)

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure I'm ready to write *that* story but I hope this will suffice.

---

Dean doesn't know whether it's an imperative of his programming or the result of his imprinting but protectsamprotectsamprotectsam runs through his skull and the fine lacings of wires and nanites that live beneath it on a constant loop.

And currently he feels like he's doing a pretty damn crappy job.

He's the protector so it's odd to find himself relagated to a secondary role in their little family, of being the one they're trying to save.

The worst part is that the whole thing is hurting Sam in ways Dean can't fix and can't really fathom.

For instance, Sam is currently asleep. It's a blessing in part because Dean's pretty sure, okay, definitely knows that Sam hasn't slept in exactly forty-six hours, thirty nine minutes and twelve seconds. What's troubling is that Sam is actually less asleep and more passed out from exhaustion slumped over his laptop and a pile of books.

Dean watches Sam get hollowed out by his search to find their elusive answer, this particular hunt chipping pieces of good and okay off him so the not doing so hot is showing through underneath.

Dean feels powerless.

He wants to demand that Sam stop, that he no longer drives himself into the ground this way but he doesn't know how. Sam gets that determined expression and makes sure Dean knows that to not have him around will kill him quicker than anything he's currently doing to himself and Dean has to admit defeat and just watch Sam slowly destroy himself from the sidelines.

Dean wishes...

There's a miracle in itself, Dean supposes, considering he's more closely related to a toaster oven than his brother.

Dean wishes.

[pinkfinity.livejournal.com]

Any Sam/Jess timestamping?

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

"We're supposed to be leaving in like... five minutes."

Jess stands, exasperated, at the end of his bed. The focus of his exasperation is sprawled in an untidy heap of limbs and shaggy hair right in the middle and hasn't moved despite Jess's very valiant efforts to be as noisy as possible as he got ready.

"I can be ready in twenty seconds flat, believe me," a voice opines. Sam's arm is thrown as flimsy defense over his eyes as Jess snaps the bedroom curtains wide and sun bleeds into the room. "So leave me alone for four minutes and forty seconds."

"You've just used up your four minutes arguing for your four minutes," Jess points out, jiggling a foot that is temptingly exposed to the air. It disappears under the blankets as soon as the gentle jiggle turns into a scraping of nails on the arch.

"You're mean," Sam announces, finally levering himself upright. He pokes out his tongue and Jess has to bite down on his lip to hold in the laughter because Sam is six-foot-plus of scarred, lean behemoth and he resembles a petulant six year old if he doesn't get to sleep in. Jess had asked Sam about it once and Sam had just said something cryptic about catching up.

How he'd had to always beat even the birds out of bed when he was younger.

Jess, who never arose from his coma before two in the afternoon between the ages of fourteen and nineteen was aghast at the very prospect and so more often than not cut Sam a little slack.

Not today though. Today it mattered if they were late because like the dink town it was, there was only one bus that actually managed to arrive in Stars Hollow per day that left from a real city.

Jess restrained himself from reminding Sam, very loudly and with wet willies for emphasis that it was Sam who wanted to visit his "hometown". Sam, who had gotten inexplicably but endearingly excited at the very idea of Stars Hollow.

[fonapola.livejournal.com]

*waves*

Hi, new fan of your work. And I totally understand the abandoning muse. :)

So, how 'bout post Cast A Long Shadow (http://kellifer-fic.livejournal.com/203049.html#cutid1)? Like Sarah and one of the 66 seals?

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

They weren't really expecting to find rubble instead of a building when they arrived at the place Castiel had given them directions to. Sam looked across at Dean and raised and eyebrow, Dean's only response a half-shrug.

Apparently under this pile of debris was a demon that once slung back to hell, would mean Lucifer was one seal farther away from his big jail break.

Sam and Dean both pulled their weapons and spun when they heard a snap of wood behind them and weren't exactly expecting to find Sarah standing with a long silver spike in her hand, looking like an extra from Michael Jackson's Thriller video.

"Holy crap!" Sam exclaims, darting forward to help Sarah down from the pile she was balancing on. Dean hangs back, still with his gun up but then takes a step away when Sarah stops just in front of him, tilting her face up.

She grins and the fine layer of grime coating her skin cracks. "Got some holy water?" she asks. "You can douse me and help me clean up at the same time."

"What are you doing here?" Sam demands and Dean looks at him and smirks. Dean's resigned himself to the fact that Sarah makes a pretty good hunter but he knows Sam will always sound like a scandalised maiden whenever he has to bear witness to it.

"Beating you to the punch," Sarah says and then she turns and there's another woman standing a little apart from them, someone Dean swears wasn't there a minute ago.

When he senses someone behind his own shoulder he doesn't even bother to check because he knows it's Castiel.

"Valoel," Castiel greets. "You're a long way from home."

"Just looking after my human," the woman says with a smile. "Just like you."

[theladyscribe]

I want either Big Brother!Dean or And hell followed with him!Dean. Or maybe zombie!brothers. I DON'T KNOW. TOO MANY CHOICES.

Um, how about Big Brother!Dean at the end of things. *nods* That'll do.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

I think I might be taking this one a leetle too literally... heh.

---

Jenny is taking their new recruit Amber around the place when Amber pulls her head out of one of the rooms, looking confused. "I thought the residents didn't have to share?"

Jenny likes that Amber already calls them residents instead of the numerous other and mostly callous nicknames she's heard used over the years from inmates to fossils. She knows this place will never be home to any of them, but she likes to make it as much of one as she possibly can.

"That's Dean Smith and Sam Wesson's room," Jenny says and she knows her smile if she were to look at it in a mirror, would be fond. "They insisted. Or at least, Mr Smith did."

"Smith and Wesson?" Amber asks incredulously and Jenny chuckles. There's always speculation in these types of places about where the residents might have come from, what they might have been.

No one is more mysterious than the two men who share a room and are so careful with each other, so caring that it makes Jenny hurt just to watch them.

"Bill thinks they're old lovers," Jenny says in a low whisper as they move down the hall. "I don't think that's right though."

"What's your theory?" Amber asks, eyes bright and interested. They pause in the "media" room's doorway and there's two worn armchairs pulled up close to the screen. From behind, all Jenny can see is the top of their heads, both men with a still full head of hair, Smith with short-cut pure white and Wesson shaggy iron grey.

"Gotta be related. Cousins, maybe brothers even. The false names are because they have... records or something." Jenny raises her eyebrows and leans close. "Maybe bankrobbers or confidence men."

Amber hides a laugh behind her hand. A snore is heard from Wesson's chair and as they watch, Smith puts a hand across and tugs the blanket up that was falling off the other man's chair. Jenny cuts her eyes across at Amber and sees she's smitten with them both already.

It never takes long.

"Just watch out for Mr Smith though," she warns with a glint in her eye. "He's handsy."

[sams1ra.livejournal.com]

Anything? *evol grin*
What happens next on The Skin Horse?
And hey, if these things help, there's always doll!Dean... ;) (Dude, Doll!Bobby and doll!Impala!)

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Sam doesn't begrudge Dean the gloves anymore.

In fact, he buys some for him. He of course buys pink gloves that have been bedazzled because he can't help himself but he thinks that Dean appreciates the gesture... kind of.

They're also careful around each other. Sam remembers when Dean started thinking that maybe one of the psychic talents he was going to get was mindreading and how much that freaked him out. Sam knows that Dean's whatever it is, isn't actually that pervasive but still.

There's just some things you don't want your brother to know.

It comes in handy more often than not, but sometimes Dean will see something he doesn't want to and that's always hard. Sam can appreciate it, considering the technicolor bloodbathes he's been subject to in that very special part of his brain that gets a feed straight from the future and when either of them have born witness to something particularly heinous, they will find a bar and drink the night away.

It's something they can agree on.

[dolimir-k.livejournal.com]

How about a time stamp on your massive crossover piece (the sort of x-files one)? (I remember it had the Winchesters, some stargate people, Cordelia) Maybe all the characters just sitting around and trying to top each other with weird stories. Who would win?

[skippy-peanuts.livejournal.com]

Uhm... Anything Lorne/Novak? *looks really Really hopeful(think puppy eying a treat!)*
I haven't been able to find anything Lorne/Novak lately and you write them so well!
And on the matter of up for grab icons of Justin Long, you might be able to find some at this website if you know something he's in.
http://community.livejournal.com/_fandom_icons_/

Good luck with the muse... they are such sneaky creatures at times!!

[intermezzo]

I second the Lorne/Novak request.

Also? ultimateicons should have various Justin Long icons under the tag "actors" and, of course, jlong_daily should have them all ;)

[nola-nola.livejournal.com]

More of "And paid for."

[aqua-eyes.livejournal.com]

More of the SPN/SGA My Daddy Didn't Have Days Like This/My Daddy was a Solider Man. <3 SPN. In SGA. What more could a fangirl want?

Errr. Do you want anything more specific?

[kjfri.livejournal.com]

I loved, loved, loved A World of His Own Making and I loved the sequel to it as well - but I would have loved to see more of how Dean ended up in the hospital? did Bobby find him there? did Dean react to anyone except wee-Sam during the 5 years it took Bobby to find Sam? pretty please?

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Bobby exhausts four months, all his contacts, takes up drinking in earnest and thinks that he's lost the only two sons he was ever likely to have when he thinks to do something as mundane as check hospitals.

A nurse friend of his finds Dean, registered under his own name no less, in approximately six hours.

Bobby doesn't really believe it until he claps eyes on Dean himself, thinking it's all going to be some cruel joke.

[(Anonymous)]

Hey i don't know if your still taking requests, but I've always wanted to know more about that first part of "Five Times Sammy Wasn't" :D

[faithintheboys.livejournal.com]

RL kicked my ass for a while and I had this saved until I had a free minute to read something. But this is just so awesome. I love how different Dean is from our Dean. I really love his "programming" and his thoughts. Really fantastic. I love that it really is Dean's life to protect and love Sam.

[faithintheboys.livejournal.com]

Aw....