So, since there's a week left till new SPN (for anyone that isn't me stuck here in sunny Australia *tragicface*), how about some five things prompts to celebrate?
Obviously SPN, nearly anything goes and I will do... not necessarily the *first* five but I will do five if I get 'em.
I'm in a writing mood. :)
Obviously SPN, nearly anything goes and I will do... not necessarily the *first* five but I will do five if I get 'em.
I'm in a writing mood. :)
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Sometimes it's subtle, like he gets extra greens in the Lo Mien or he asks the waittress to stick spinach through his scrambled eggs.
Sometimes it's not so subtle, Sam trying to pass off a red lentil burger as just a weird-looking chicken burger but that one Dean checked, because he may have an iron stomach but even he's got internal alarm bells going off when someone says weird looking and chicken.
It all evens out though, Dean has switched Sam to full caffeinne and full fat milk when he was on a decaf and half and half kick.
No matter what people say, for days the taste of soap is all you're gonna have if your dad rams a bar of it into your mouth.
Even whiskey wouldn't wash that nastiness out.
Dean likes fruit, especially the seasonal kind, berries and citrus.
So maybe he has to sneak it when Sam's around to maintain his all-grease diet rep and pulls faces if Sam forces roadside blueberries on him.
Never say, "I'll eat my own boots first" around a warlock.
Those dudes just don't appreciate sarcasm.
The last thing Dean's expecting when Sam finishes his growth spurt is to eat his dust.
Kid's fast.
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5 things Dean doesn't tell, but Cas knows anyway.
5 things Cas doesn't tell, but Dean knows anyway.
Ack, I can't decide which one is the best. *headdesk*
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Castiel knows that Dean is very good at blaming himself. He takes on guilt like shrugging into a well-worn coat.
Castiel knows that Dean really does see himself as the final answer, even if he can't admit it.
He knows that Dean thinks the world would just fall apart if he weren't in it, holding it together with his bare hands and the more Castiel gets to know him, the more he's starting to suspect that Dean's right.
Castiel knows that Dean hates his father as much as he worships him.
Castiel knows that Dean is rarely if ever surprised when he just shows up but he also knows that Dean really likes complaining about it.
Castiel knows that Dean still loves Sam more than anything.
He's just sad to see that Sam has his doubts.
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Dean gets it out into the light and sees a child's rendition of a house. There's two young boys and a larger adult standing in all their stick-figure glory on the lawn outside, watching scrawled flames engulf the top half of the house.
Dean breaks the thing over his knee and when Sam just blinks at him, Dean shrugs and snorts, "'s broken."
Sam has not forgiven him for actually finding a used condom by touch when he was searching under his seat for his bottle of water.
Dean hasn't stopped thinking it was the funniest thing ever the way Sam screamed.
Dean is never going to tell Sam that it wasn't his because one of them being scarred for life is enough.
It's only chance that Dean happens on the yellowed slip of paper that has Bobby Singer's number on it when he's running out of answers and time.
"Didn't he try to shoot dad last time he saw him?" Sam asks when they're heading towards Bobby's place.
"I think there are like, six months worth of burger wrappers back here," Sam complains, tossing them in the general vicinity of the front seat where Dean has set up a garbage bag. "How can you claim to love this car so much and still do this?"
"Dude, you always hurt the ones you love."
Dean's hurting and he's pretty sure his shoulder is partway out of the socket but he knows as soon as he stops Sam will wake up and the kid hasn't slept in what feels like years.
Dean's never reminded so much of how little his brother was when he manages to fold himself up, impossibly small in the backseat of the Impala.
Dean keeps driving, to quote a classic, straight on till morning.
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5 times Sam says I'm sorry
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John watches both his sons, sitting in the backseat of the Impala. They both have their arms crossed and identically pissed off expressions which would be funny if it weren't so serious.
"'m sorry," Sammy mumbles, almost under his breath.
"What'd I just say?" John barks.
Sammy then gets up on his knees, leans right over into Dean's space and yells, "I'm sorry!"
Dean takes one shaky breath and then hooks an arm around Sammy's neck, drags him down and then it's nothing but flailing limbs and screeching.
John sighs, sinking back into the driver's seat, listening to the battle rage on. He knows it was pretty fruitless to try and make Sammy apologise, it's pretty fruitless trying to make Sammy do anything he doesn't want to but John just remembers Dean's face, how destroyed and just plain terrified the kid looked when Sammy wasn't where he was supposed to be after school for Dean to collect him.
Sammy was just in the library, lost track of time immersed in his books and it could happen to anyone, especially a little kid but still...
John waits for the kids to punch themselves out, rubbing a hand over his face. Later, when they're calm and separated, he'll explain to Sammy just what can happen to him if he doesn't have his brother watching out for him.
"I'm sorry, alright?" Sam grumbles and Dean just scowls at him, duffle over his shoulder. Sam had kicked up such a fuss about his chem test and his stupid tryouts that their dad, for once, had relented and let him stay behind.
Now their dad's in a cast and they're going to be stuck in this good for nothing town for another six weeks. What really rankles is that Dean suspects Sam isn't sorry at all, he's actually secretly pleased about the extra time.
"You let us down kiddo," Dean says, defeated.
"I'm sorry," Sam says, lips quirking.
He's not sorry at all the little bastard.
Dean puts a thumb up and rubs over where one of his eyebrows used to be. He'd had the last of their dad's whiskey the night before and had passed out on the couch. It's really his own fault, any Winchester falling asleep in a public space is fair game but still.
He had a date with Tara Peters that night and it had taken him sixteen dates and the better part of five entire paychecks to get her to the point where she was willing.
Tonight had been the night and now he looked all weird and lopsided.
"Oh you'll be sorry," Dean promised and the smile fell off Sam's face.
Dean sat in the darkness, listened to Sam mumble in his sleep, a litany of apologies and promises and pleas.
It'd been six weeks since Jess had died and Dean had no idea what to do.
"I'm sorry," Sam said, plain and simple, covered in blood.
Dean would forgive him.
He always does.
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Sam is just staring at him, video cover held in one hand and his mouth open.
There was a decrepit video machine in their room and neither of them had held out much hope for the selection of movies in the motel office with good reason. It was either Sound Of Music or -
"It's Texas Chainsaw Massacre, it's a classic," Sam protests, shaking the video under Dean's nose.
"Just..." Dean grimaces, rubs a hand over his face and can't believe he's going to say the words that will give Sam mockery material for years but there's nothing on television and they're both too keyed to sleep but too exhausted to go out. "Just... get the Julie Andrews one, okay?"
"You call me Louise one more time and I'm gonna shoot you in the face," Dean warns.
This happens, every time that stupid movie is on.
Never again.
Besides, he's totally Thelma if he has to be anyone.
Dean hates Star Wars and Sam has learned to accept that fact, even if he doesn't really understand it.
Every time Dean starts to explain why though, Sam tunes out because he's really not that interested in the specifics of the Death Star and how improbable it is.
Don't get Dean started on Event Horizon.
"It's just not really fair," Dean grumbles when Sam's flipping channels and settles on it. "The one dude who says, fuck this shit, that ship is haunted and I'm not getting on it still dies? That's just not right."
In amongst Dean's not very carefully hidden porn stash in the very bottom of the trunk of the Impala is a copy of Josie and the Pussycats.
Sam keeps his discovery to himself.
He's saving that one.
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Five friends Sam has had
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Also with the *tragicfce*
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5 times Sam and Castiel have spoken.
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