Going fuckfuckfuck through my clenched teeth.

[spinspinsugar]

Ugh. I totally fail. These are much later than I promised. Worse: They're not even that great! (But they've got me thinking about writing again. Hurrah. Silver lining, you shine so brightly!) In conclusion: Vidding is so. Much. Easier.

for marenzi:

Dean was suckin' down Corona like it was goin' out of style when Sam burst through Bobby's front door armed with two giant brown bags.
"What's all this?" Dean asked. "You told me you were out getting supplies."
"I did get supplies."
"No. Supplies, man, supplies."
"I know what the hell supplies are, Dean."
"Uh, no, you don't, smartass, because this ain't them. Rock salt, bullets, sharp knives. Those are supplies." He reached into the bag on Sam's left and pulled out a bag of sugar. "I can't work with this shit."
Sam ignored Dean--par for the course, really--and began emptying the rest of the bags' contents.
Dean continued to rant. "Chopped walnuts. Nutmeg. Anything useful in there? Because if you think I'm about to start killin' off these evil sons'a'bitches armed with two bags of flour and a sack of apples, you can fucking forget it." Dean folded his arms across his chest. "For-fucking-get it. Tell me, Sam, when did you become the Master Chef?"
"Since shut the hell up," Sam snapped.
Dean carried on cursing his brother, silently. Then Sam produced a shiny pie tin and the puzzle pieces finally clicked in Dean's brain. "Hang on. You're baking pie?"
Sam nodded absently.
"You son of a bitch! Son. Of. A. Bitch. You're bakin' pie."

for deirdre_c:

It was dusk when Sam finally arrived, breathless, and Dean told him to shut the door and lock it. Outside, the streetlamps were already lit. They bathed Dean's office in a warm, yellowish glow.
"Came as soon as I could."
"You ran here?"
"Yeah." He felt drowsy-drunk, and briefly wondered if he'd simply dreamed Dean up. There was no way -- correction, no fucking way -- he was seriously toting lube in his back pocket right now. But then why were there a million tiny voices buzzing in his brain? Don't. Stop. Think, they commanded. No, he thought fiercely. No no NO. Those voices were responsible for driving him away from Dean the first time. The hell if he was going to let them fuck this up for him.
Anyway, Sam wasn't blind. He saw there wasn't a single light on in Dean's office, and the first three buttons on Dean's collared blue shirt were unbuttoned.

Halfway through, Sam noticed their silhouettes on the opposite wall. His mind spun carelessly; he got lost in the beauty of them.
"Fuck," Dean panted. "Fuck, Sam. Don't stop now. Don't stop."
"I'm sorry," Sam said quietly. "This ... You."
"Something wrong?"
"No. Nothing's wrong."
"Then what? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I think we've done this before."
"The hell we have."
"It feels like we have."
"What? You dreamt this, too?"

for twasadark:

It was Tuesday, and it was hot. Sam wanted ham, but Dean said no. They wrassled over it for half-an-hour until Dean finally whacked his head on an overpriced seahorse statue. Sam conceded, and got the bandaids.
At half past two, they ambled down the alameda. Destination: Oodles of Noodles.
"You keep on smiling like that, I'll drop kick you," Sam warned.
"Hey, Sam?"
"Go hey yourself. Dick."
Dean ignored the slight, seized Sam's arm and frogmarched him to the nearest tree. He kissed him, roughly, full force. Holy shit, Sam thought, Christmas already?
Dean grinned as Sam spluttered for air.
"Well?"
"I believe this is yours," Sam said vaguely, drawing out a wad of spearmint gum from his mouth. "And yeah. Truce."

for marciaelena:

They're closer than the closest brothers, more devoted than the most devoted lovers. They talk together with mouths closed. A nod here, a smile there. That's all that's needed. They walk together, steps corresponding. Ruby sees, and knows, she can't change that. No one can. Sure as hell won't stop her trying though. She follows them all the way to Michigan where they're investigating a string of mysterious deaths. As if that matters, she thinks, but they don't know what she knows. They have no idea what's coming.
It's drizzling outside, and the streets are too slick for driving. They're miles from civilization so they seek shelter in an old, abandoned farmhouse miles off course to rest for the evening.
Dean's much too quiet.
The farmhouse is full of dust and cobwebs and a pair of ratty, old cover-alls, but they make do. Sam covers the ground with his jacket. Dean settles down beside him.
Sam has barely shut his eyes when Dean sighs and scoots closer.
"What's wrong?" Sam asks.
"'m cold."
"Think we shoulda slept in the car?"
"Probably. Hey, Sam...?"
Sam says, "Shh, it's okay, 've got you."
"Yeah, I know you do."
Sam grips Dean so tightly it feels as though he's fused them together, and wouldn't that be nice, he thinks, if they could just lie here and pretend...
"Samsamsam," Dean mutters, nuzzling Sam's neck, and his chant soothes Sam like a lullaby. "'m sorry, 'msososorry."
"I know. Shh."

persuna, I will have yours soon...ish. I over-think these things, I really really do. Sigh.

Oh! I meant to post this yesterday, but then I was a big ball of fail.



Happy Birthday, wistful_fever.
You are gorgeous, darling, inside and out, and
you never cease to amaze me in all that you do.
♥ ♥ ♥

Comments

[twasadark.livejournal.com]

LOL!! Well done! You made something cute and funny from those tough prompts. I salute you. :-)

[proofpudding.livejournal.com]

I think yours ended up being my favorite. It was so delightfully random! :)

[deirdre-c.livejournal.com]

YAY!!! *grins a mile wide* That was worth a dozen biscuits. A baker's dozen even! ;)

[proofpudding.livejournal.com]

Liah. But I love you anyway.

[moodswingers.livejournal.com]

These were great, bb. Pie! Gum! Synchronicity! What's not to love. :)

I think that you should expand the Smith&Wesson one.

[proofpudding.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I did try! :)

I think I will. Something seems to be missing. . . ;)

[persuna.livejournal.com]

I really enjoyed all of those! I was going to say the last one was my favourite, but then I scrolled up and enjoyed them all again and now I don't have a favourite. And sorry if mine was tricky! Feel free to quietly ignore it.

[proofpudding.livejournal.com]

Ah, thanks. You're way too kind.

Oh, no, yours wasn't tricky at all, and I most definitely will not ignore it. I just spent so long figuring out the other four that I didn't have time to polish yours. I already have the scenario, I just need to find the right words! Hopefully tonight. If not, expect it this weekend. :)

[babyomlet.livejournal.com]

PIE! I love it.

[proofpudding.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :)

[marenzi.livejournal.com]

I THINK I LOVE YOU. You magically picked up on my obsessive love of cooking and especially baking pies and the boys in the kitchen! Thank you!

[proofpudding.livejournal.com]

SWEET. :)