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The Sam and Dean Drabble-a-thon


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Welcome to the very first Sam and Dean drabble-a-thon! Please pull up a chair, give us some prompts, write us some drabbles and have loads of fun!

If you have any problems or questions, feel free to PM or email me at drabbleathon@gmail.com

Here are some basic rules for this drabble-a-thon:


1. Write a drabble/ficlet. (100 words, 500 words, whatever, just try to make it fit into a comment. If you can't -- no worries. Just post a link to the full fic. The more the better!)
2. It must revolve around Sam and/or Dean. You can include John or Bobby but please no Castiel. This is a drabble a thon for the brothers. It can be Wincest, or Gen! :)
3. Leave feedback pretty please! Authors thrive on feedback!
4. If you post a prompt at least try to write something, however if you can't no worries!
5. When posting a prompt, just reply to this entry and comment following this format: character or pairing, prompt. One prompt per comment.
6. When posting a fic, reply to the prompt (or just make a new comment all together if your drabble isn't based on a prompt) following this format: Title - character and/or pairing, rating. (This will make it easier for readers to find fic and for me to make the master list at the end.)
7. Have fun!
8. PIMP THIS LIKE IT'S HOT, KAY?




OK lovelies, I am officially closing off prompting but you're still welcome to fill any prompts for as long as it takes! Since this was such a hit, I am going to re-open and re-host this again during the hiatus. Sound like a plan? Thank you all so much for making this a success! You're ALL awesome and you ALL rock!

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littleone87
Nov. 2nd, 2009 02:10 am (UTC)
I will start us off...

Sam/Dean, Truth
bistokids
Nov. 2nd, 2009 11:01 am (UTC)
Truth; Sam/Dean; R
I suck at staying within comment limits.

HERE, HAVE A LINK INSTEAD!
Re: Truth; Sam/Dean; R - littleone87 - Nov. 2nd, 2009 07:25 pm (UTC) - Expand
littleone87
Nov. 2nd, 2009 02:20 am (UTC)
Sam/Dean, Hug
callistosh65
Nov. 2nd, 2009 11:34 am (UTC)
Sam, Dean, PG (can be seen as slash or gen)
I wrote this for a friend a while ago, but I hope it's okay to post it here, because dammit, it fits.*g* (Drabble, 100 words. Vaguely post everything)

It’s something they do now, before a hunt. Too many deals, devils and demons have happened for them to take each other breathing and whole for granted again. It’s a little ritual Sam took a deep breath and asked for, and which Dean accepted. After calling him Samantha and having a shitload of fun with it first, of course.

“Hey,” Sam stops and then glares, holding his arms out. “Dude. Always with the reminding.”

Dean rolls his eyes and sighs, but he walks back into the room so that he and Sam can hug, guns careful over each other’s shoulders.
littleone87
Nov. 2nd, 2009 02:23 am (UTC)
Future!Dean, Alone
jhisksan
Nov. 2nd, 2009 09:11 am (UTC)
three years six months and twelve days: Dean gen
It’s almost four years since Lucifer broke free from his prison, the world started crumbling, and yet it remained oblivious to its own upcoming end. Dean Winchester has been fighting ever since. It doesn’t make any difference though he’s been raised as a soldier anyway.

Trying his best to shrug every damn demon and angels that comes to him, he fights. He fights now with more people behind his back, an army with soldiers determined to live.

It’s been three years six months and twelve days since he said goodbye to Sam.

“It’s okay Kyle, big brother’s here. I won’t ever leave you behind.” The older muttered to the younger hysterical child, he then looked at Dean with challenging eyes.

Two gunshots rang the air.

It’s been three years six months and twelve days since he decided he was alone in this fight.

Earlier this morning he received the news that Lucifer finally has his vessel. He’s on the move and the angels finally gave up.

It’s been three years six months and twelve days and he never felt more alone in his life.

----
hope this is okay
2012, Future!Dean, PG (450 words) - laufeyette - Nov. 2nd, 2009 08:03 pm (UTC) - Expand
Re: 2012, Future!Dean, PG (450 words) - littleone87 - Nov. 2nd, 2009 08:07 pm (UTC) - Expand
earth_dragon
Nov. 2nd, 2009 03:21 am (UTC)
WHOA BOY, HERE WE GO!!! XD

Sam/Dean, Cat. Or it could be Gen.
smilesoftnsweet
Nov. 2nd, 2009 07:00 am (UTC)
Life Among the Ruins, Sam&Dean, gen
**nvm, you said it was ok, lol**

---

The world still stands, a little worse for the wear but still there.

They stop at a gas station—Dean fills the tank while Sam limps along the gravel road, stretching his bum leg when he hears the pitiful meow and stops. There in a patch of grass is a spot of orange fur and Sam trails along carefully. The cat is frail and alone, walking with a limp just like Sam. Its back hunches, hair sticking up as if bracing for an attack as Sam moves in.

“Here kitty, kitty. Shhh… it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt ya.” He soothes, hand coming out slowly. The cat doesn’t move though, frozen. Sam picks him up, cradles him in against his stomach and the cat cries pitifully. “You’re okay, little guy.”

He feels the little rugrat tremble against his shirt and tries to soothe him as he walks back towards Dean and the car.

“What’ve you got there, Sam?”

Sam cradles the cat in his arms, fingers running along the cat’s dirty fur. Sam settles his weight against the car, can’t really walk too much without getting tired or feeling sore. “Found it by the small shrub… was all alone. Think he’s got a busted leg… could probably use a good cleaning, too.”

Dean looks his brother over, always checking him over like a mama-bear, and Sam bites back the annoyed remark. “There was an animal clinic a little ways back,” Dean offers, finger brushing over the fur between the cat’s eyes, along his nose. The cat is purring now. “Could probably check him over, clean him up.”

“Might put him down if we leave ’em,” Sam adds, nonchalant.

Dean catches his eye, fingers scratching behind the cat’s ear. “Then we’ll have to take him along.”

Sam’s answering smile is blinding.

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Edited at 2009-11-02 07:01 am (UTC)
Re: Life Among the Ruins - littleone87 - Nov. 2nd, 2009 07:03 am (UTC) - Expand
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Re: Life Among the Ruins, Sam&Dean, gen - myers1978 - Nov. 2nd, 2009 07:09 am (UTC) - Expand
Re: Life Among the Ruins, Sam&Dean, gen - littleone87 - Nov. 2nd, 2009 07:11 am (UTC) - Expand
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Re: Life Among the Ruins, Sam&Dean, gen - pkwench - Nov. 2nd, 2009 06:09 pm (UTC) - Expand
Re: Life Among the Ruins, Sam&Dean, gen - laufeyette - Nov. 2nd, 2009 08:06 pm (UTC) - Expand
earth_dragon
Nov. 2nd, 2009 03:21 am (UTC)
Sam/Dean, Light
brianshanelvr
Nov. 3rd, 2009 04:34 am (UTC)
The Grounding Affect, Sam/Dean, PG?
Gasping for air, confused as to why there wasn't so much pain, so many screams, so much blood. Everything was still too dark.

He needed to get to his Sammy. For the light to return. His existence isn't true until he can wrap himself around his baby and cause a storm.

(51 words, sorry)
Re: The Grounding Affect, Sam/Dean, PG? - earth_dragon - Nov. 3rd, 2009 04:37 am (UTC) - Expand
Re: The Grounding Affect, Sam/Dean, PG? - littleone87 - Nov. 3rd, 2009 04:42 am (UTC) - Expand
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earth_dragon
Nov. 2nd, 2009 03:22 am (UTC)
Sam/Dean, Fear
(Anonymous)
Nov. 2nd, 2009 08:17 pm (UTC)
Fear, Sam/Dean or Sam and Dean, PG
100 words, can be seen as slash or gen.

Dean never used to be scared.

That’s the only thing Sam can think of when he’s shaking his brother awake from a nightmare, Dean struggling halfheartedly, soft broken sounds tumbling from his lips as he tries to push Sam’s hands away.

Dean used to be the one who comforted him, not the other way round.

He feels so small now, so vulnerable when he’s curled up in Sam’s arms and Sam’s pressing gentle kisses to his forehead, stroking his hair and whispering that everything’s going to be okay.

All he can do now is try and chase the fear away.
Re: Fear, Sam/Dean or Sam and Dean, PG - earth_dragon - Nov. 2nd, 2009 08:43 pm (UTC) - Expand
brianshanelvr
Nov. 2nd, 2009 06:02 am (UTC)
Sam/Dean, Taste
callistosh65
Nov. 2nd, 2009 01:02 pm (UTC)
Dean's Neck Sam/Dean, R
“Dude. We’re not lions.”

Sam just grins and licks another slow stripe up Dean’s neck. When he’s got Dean half-undressed and unbalanced, Sam likes to kiss his neck, nipping and laughing while Dean curses and stumbles backwards. When he’s balls-deep inside him, he likes to arch Dean’s neck taut and suck blood to the surface there in time with every thrust. And when Dean’s boneless and breathless, that’s when he likes to taste his neck. Dean has no signature after-shave or soap, nothing outside of leather and gun oil on his hands and clothes. So when Sam has him like this, everything sweated and purged and blissed out of him? What’s left is one hundred percent pure, unadulterated Dean.

“We’re not in the wild, and you’re fucking grooming me. It’s weird.”

“Considering who I am and what you were yelling, you might want to rethink weird there, Dean.”

“Shut up. And I wasn’t yelling. I was... encouraging you.”

Sam chuckles and just breathes Dean in this time.

Happiness, he thinks muzzily. This is what happiness smells like.

“What?”

No way he’s voicing that thought aloud. “Nothing,” Sam yawns and presses his nose in a little more. “Go to sleep.”

*****
(200 words)


Edited at 2009-11-02 01:35 pm (UTC)
Re: Dean's Neck Sam/Dean, R - bistokids - Nov. 2nd, 2009 01:40 pm (UTC) - Expand
Re: Dean's Neck Sam/Dean, R - callistosh65 - Nov. 2nd, 2009 01:47 pm (UTC) - Expand
Re: Dean's Neck Sam/Dean, R - earth_dragon - Nov. 2nd, 2009 04:29 pm (UTC) - Expand
Re: Dean's Neck Sam/Dean, R - callistosh65 - Nov. 2nd, 2009 04:37 pm (UTC) - Expand
Re: Dean's Neck Sam/Dean, R - littleone87 - Nov. 2nd, 2009 08:00 pm (UTC) - Expand
Re: Dean's Neck Sam/Dean, R - callistosh65 - Nov. 2nd, 2009 08:44 pm (UTC) - Expand
Re: Dean's Neck Sam/Dean, R - laufeyette - Nov. 2nd, 2009 08:08 pm (UTC) - Expand
Re: Dean's Neck Sam/Dean, R - callistosh65 - Nov. 2nd, 2009 08:45 pm (UTC) - Expand
Re: Dean's Neck Sam/Dean, R - brianshanelvr - Nov. 2nd, 2009 09:42 pm (UTC) - Expand
Re: Dean's Neck Sam/Dean, R - callistosh65 - Nov. 2nd, 2009 09:47 pm (UTC) - Expand
Re: Dean's Neck Sam/Dean, R - keerawa - Nov. 3rd, 2009 03:32 am (UTC) - Expand
Re: Dean's Neck Sam/Dean, R - callistosh65 - Nov. 3rd, 2009 06:18 am (UTC) - Expand
Re: Dean's Neck Sam/Dean, R - tifaching - Nov. 3rd, 2009 04:04 am (UTC) - Expand
Re: Dean's Neck Sam/Dean, R - callistosh65 - Nov. 3rd, 2009 06:19 am (UTC) - Expand
Re: Dean's Neck Sam/Dean, R - mad_server - Nov. 4th, 2009 03:01 am (UTC) - Expand
Re: Dean's Neck Sam/Dean, R - callistosh65 - Nov. 4th, 2009 09:01 am (UTC) - Expand
Re: Dean's Neck Sam/Dean, R - deadflowers5 - Nov. 23rd, 2009 12:06 pm (UTC) - Expand
Re: Dean's Neck Sam/Dean, R - callistosh65 - Nov. 23rd, 2009 03:08 pm (UTC) - Expand
The Taste of a Hunter, Dean/Sam PG - roadtripper666 - Nov. 3rd, 2009 09:48 am (UTC) - Expand
Re: The Taste of a Hunter, Dean/Sam PG - brianshanelvr - Nov. 3rd, 2009 10:03 am (UTC) - Expand
littleone87
Nov. 2nd, 2009 06:20 am (UTC)
Sam/Dean, Crave
pinkelephanti
Nov. 5th, 2009 02:22 am (UTC)
100 Words [R]
I'm a bit late to the party, but what the hell!

It's in the curve of his hip. It's in the smell of his hair. It's in the soft hairs just below his belly-button. It's the way he can't stop looking, tasting, touching, drinking it all in. It's addicting and intoxicating. It's hands and lips and eyes, gentle caresses and firm kisses. It's being lost to the world and existing only for each other. It's legs twining and fingers locking, tongues tracing and toes curling. It's sweat glistening on the line of his neck, tacky skin pressed together. Heart to heart, beat for beat. It's everything, and he'll never get enough.
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strgazr04
Nov. 2nd, 2009 06:36 am (UTC)
Sam, Dean - hair
earth_dragon
Nov. 2nd, 2009 09:49 pm (UTC)
Sam, Dean -- The root of the problem. (hair)
It's strange, the things you forget when there's an apocalypse happening.

Like haircuts.

When he was younger his Dad always cut his hair. When he got a bit older, though, Dad made Dean take over. After all, their Dad always said, there was no sense in paying a stranger to do it when they were perfectly capable of doing it themselves and saving a few bucks.

The extra money could always be used for ammo.

Sam always whined and complained about having to have Dean cut his hair. That was just what kid brothers were supposed to do.

Dean always bitched and moaned about the task as well, though, which Sam always found strange. There were a lot of things in their screwed up excuse for a childhood that could have easily provoked a rebellion, but why Dean chose to get his boxers in a bunch over cutting his little brother's hair was beyond Sam. Just one of those things, he supposed.

Sam ran his fingers through his over-long, slightly greasy bangs. "Hey, ya mind cutting this back a bit for me?" It was the first time Sam had asked since he and Dean had reunited, and while he knew Dean would do it, he wasn't sure how happy he was gonna be at having been asked.

"Yeah, sure," Dean answered without looking up. "I'll go get the scissors."

A few minutes later, Sam was seated in their motel room's only rickety chair with a towel draped around his shoulders and Dean's fingers in his hair. The snip snip of the scissors was the only sound to be heard.

The quiet was unnatural and set Sam's teeth on edge.

"How much are you gonna take off?"

"I dunno," Dean answered softly. "Not much. You don't need it."

"Don't need it?" Sam asked. "I look like the shaggy dog! I can barely see past all the hair that hangs in my face. It's messing up my aim."

Dean snipped a bit more. Just a bit more. "You're aim's okay."

Sam huffed and tried to rein in his temper. "Bullshit Dean. If you don't wanna cut my hair then just say so. I'll go have somebody else do it."

"I wish you wouldn't cut your hair anyway," Dean replied, but he continued to gently snip tiny bits of it away. "I don't like seeing it short."

Of all the things Dean could have said, that was definitely the most unexpected, and it gave Sam a moment of pause. "But," he argued, though a bit more gently, "you make fun of my 'girly' hair all the time. I'd think you'd be happier if I was bald."

"NO!" Dean exclaimed and he thunked the scissors down on the old table. "I don't ever wanna see you bald. Not again."

Sam turned around in his chair to look at his brother. "Again? What do you mean? I've never been bald."

Dean sighed and ambled over to sit down on one of the beds. "Yeah you were. When you were a baby."

Sam chuckled. "Dean, nearly all babies are bald."

"Yeah," Dean replied, "but not usually because they had their hair singed off in a fire."

Oh. So that was why Dean never wanted to cut his hair. For him, it was a direct reminder of their Mom and the fire, and of everything bad that had followed them since then.

Ah crap.

He chewed at his lip for a moment while he tried to think of something to say. "Oh, um, I didn't know that."

Dean just shrugged.

Sam cast about for some way, any way, to ease the tension. "Well, if it had to be one of us, it's good it was me."

Dean looked at him as if he had lost him mind. "What?!"

Dean could be overbearing and overprotective sometimes, and it could be annoying as all hell, but Sam knew that it was born of only the truest and strongest love. For him. And he could never fault Dean for that.

"Just proves that I've got superiour hair shafts. You could never hope to grow such luscious locks!"

"Shafts, Sammy?" Dean smirked sarcastically. "Really?"

And Sam knew that Dean knew he was deflecting for his sake, but it was okay. "Chicks dig good, strong shafts!"

"I hope to God we're still talking about hair."

But then Sam snapped the towel at Dean's chest and they weren't talking about anything anymore.
strgazr04
Nov. 2nd, 2009 06:36 am (UTC)
Sam, Dean - thanksgiving
earth_dragon
Nov. 5th, 2009 09:37 pm (UTC)
Sam, Dean -- Thanksgiving
Um... I am not at all sure about this. I hope it's close to what you were looking for. I was sorta playing with style a bit on this one. Hope you enjoy. :)


~~*~~

They've never been the kind of family that really celebrated holidays. They've never been the kind of family that really celebrated anything.

And for a long time, they weren't really even family. They can both admit to that now, even though the fact still pains them.

Secrets and distrust, distance both physical and emotional -- it all took an incredible toll. But when the dust settled, when the flames were extinguished and the Devil beat back into his prison, Sam and Dean had locked eyes and saw each other bleeding clean.

The debt was paid, the air cleared, and the blood was once again pure Winchester.

Knowing that you and your brother saved the world makes you pause to take stock. It makes you grateful to still have stock to pause for. Sam watched Dean watching him bleed the blood of a warrior that only a Winchester brother could be, and they were both so damn grateful that it defied expression.

But that was then and this is now. They still aren't much on holidays, but they are very big on celebrating the way that only a Winchester could.

And they are all about giving thanks.

Re: Sam, Dean -- Thanksgiving - littleone87 - Nov. 6th, 2009 04:42 am (UTC) - Expand
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strgazr04
Nov. 2nd, 2009 06:37 am (UTC)
Sam, Dean - heart attack (as in reference to TCCODW)
mad_server
Nov. 4th, 2009 12:47 am (UTC)
Twitchy
"He said you didn't have that much time left."

Dean sniffs, scratches the back of his head. "Had enough though." He toasts, takes a pull from his pint.

Sam frowns, trades glances with Bobby. "Was it a close call?"

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm in amazing shape." But he's pale, tracing patterns in the condensation on his glass, leg bobbing next to Sam's under the table.

"Yeah, but old you wasn't."

Dean rubs his chest, then blows out a breath and goes still.

"I'm fine. What are we still talkin' about this for? I'm fine."

Sam realizes he wasn't.


(100)
Re: Twitchy - littleone87 - Nov. 4th, 2009 12:59 am (UTC) - Expand
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strgazr04
Nov. 2nd, 2009 06:38 am (UTC)
Sam, Dean - ringtone
(Anonymous)
Nov. 2nd, 2009 06:45 pm (UTC)


Sam genuinely rued the day he taught Dean how to change the ringtone in his phone to any song available. He was trying to be nice. And Dean had been excited and appreciative, soon having a wide-array of classic rock clogging up his SIM card.

It was only during the next prank war that Sam realized he should never, ever do anything nice for Dean ever, ever again.

It was midday and they were having lunch at a crowded cafe. Even though there was a diner down the street that practically empty, Dean had insisted they eat at this establishment. That should have been Sam's first clue.

The fact that Dean got up and went outside, saying he just wanted to snag paper from the newsstand - that should have been his second clue.

Suddenly, a loud melody echoed throughout the place, and every head turned toward Sam, who had nearly jumped out of his seat when the blaring sound poured out of his laptop bag.

'Cause I'm a red-neck woman, ain't no high-class broad...'

Blushing bright red, Sam fumbled for the outside pocket, where he usually kept his cell. It wasn't there. The fucker had moved it on him!

"...I'm just a product of my raisin', and I say "Hell yeah" and "Yee haw."'

Sam murmured apologies at his captive audience, some of whom were glaring at him, many who were laughing at his expense, and a rare few who were humming along or tapping their feet. Flailing spastically as he rummaged quickly through the bag, he eventually found the phone, taped to the underside of his battery pack. How Dean had actually managed to have the time to do that, he didn't know.

Looking murderous, Sam pressed the connect button only to hear Dean cackling with glee. "Hey, little lady," Dean's voice blasted through the line. Sam could see his brother through the front window of the restaurant, tears of laughter in his eyes.

"Oh, it is so on."


[*331* Not so much with the 100 words, sorry]
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strgazr04
Nov. 2nd, 2009 06:38 am (UTC)
Sam, Dean - sam!fans and dean!fans (i.e. TMATEOTB)
write_light
Nov. 2nd, 2009 07:48 pm (UTC)
"I'm mostly on Dreamwidth now." Sam/Dean - G (100 words)
"That's just sick!" Dean blurted, slamming the laptop and shoving it away.

Later, though, when Sam went out, he opened it again. There were a lot more "Sam!Girls" posting than "Dean!Girls". It hadn't escaped his attention.

"That's gotta be the book cover," he groused, and scrolled farther down.

When Sam returned, Dean was stalking the room, hand on his forehead, panicky. Sam was already by the laptop when Dean lurched toward him, too late.

"You found … a Sam!Boy?" Sam asked, his lips curling up.

"There's "Sam!Boys" but no "Dean!Boys! How – WHY?!"

"Because I don't post on this site."





"Whut?"




strgazr04
Nov. 2nd, 2009 06:40 am (UTC)
sam, dean - getting old (TCCODW)
nanoks
Mar. 28th, 2014 04:02 pm (UTC)
FILLED!
It’s been said; you’re only as young as you feel. Everyday Dean rolls the dice with his age; some days he’s a playfully four-year old, sweet, silly and giggling, and someday he’s years past his prime, creaking old bones, gray hair, and crippling arthritis.

Today, he feels old. Not young by the way he limps into the motel room with a busted leg, body aching sore and stiff from the hunt, dirt and sweat caked into the wrinkling lines on his face. He stumbled toward the bed and collapse, sighing heavily.

Sam sits beside him and rests a hand lightly on his back, rubbing comforting circles across his tense muscles. “You okay, Dee?”

Even though he’s exhausted Dean smiles brightly at the childhood nickname. “’M fine, Sammy,” He says, patting Sam’s back softly. “Just tired, worn out. Feelin’ old, little brother.”

Dean slumps against his shoulder, and Sam leans close to kiss his forehead. “Your not old, Dean. It’s just the job, this life; it can take a toll on you and age you in the blink of an eye.”

Dean hums in agreement, his eyelids feeling heavy as he snuggles close to his brother. “Will you always love me Sammy? Even when I’m old and gray-haired?

“Yes I will.”

“Promise?”

Sam wraps his arms around Dean and hugs him, warm hands rubbing tenderly up and down his back. “I promise, big brother.”

(END)
Re: FILLED! - strgazr04 - Mar. 28th, 2014 11:42 pm (UTC) - Expand
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littleone87
Nov. 2nd, 2009 07:10 am (UTC)
Sam/Dean, Female canine companion
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