Chick Fic

Consequences of Being Different

Thu, 08 May 2008 06:54:24 GMT

Title: Consequences of Being Different
Author: my_sam_dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt # 36 - Blood - Prompt 100 IJ
Prompt # 8 - Tears - 10 hurt comfort
Rating: G
Characters: Wee!Sam, Wee!Dean
Disclaimer: I own nothing Superntural.
Summary: Sam gets beat up, Dean patches Sam up and they go to get an apology.

Dean heard the scream from outside and set down weapon he was cleaning. Sam was coming up the sidewalk.

"I'm bleeding, Dean. Really bleeding,'“ there were tears streaming down his chunky cheeks.

"It's okay, Sammy. I'm here," Dean wiped his hands off on a rag before getting Sam to sit down on the steps.

"What happened?" Dean tried to calm he so he could investigate the injury further.

"Dumb kid said we were weird."

"We are weird, Sam. Anyway, what did you tell him?"

"I can't remember. Then, he just knocked me to the ground."

"You know where this kid lives?" Sam nodded.

"We'll go make sure he apologizes and knows for sure that he can't be doing that again."

"I don't wanna go back there."

"It's for your own good Sammy. We need stand up for ourselves, especially when Dad's not here."

A scraped elbow and a scraped knee wasn't all that bad, it was the damage done to Sam mentally that Dean worried most about.

The other boy apologized, although no where near as profusely as his mother did. He seemed to get the message to leave Sammy alone. Sam’s eyes shone up at his big brother for fixing what he’d thought was broken beyond repair.

“Want some cocoa when we get home? Dean offered.

“Sure, but we don’t have a special occasions.”

“This is one, Sam. We solved our own problems. We’re celebrating our responsibility to ourselves and each other. Sill want the cocoa?”

“Yeah,” Sam smiled.

Truth Be Told

Sun, 04 May 2008 06:59:30 GMT

Title: Truth Be Told
Author: my_sam_dean
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/character: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Prompt: The boys get drunk/high, their inhibitions are lowered and their true desires are revealed; affection please. -round_of_kink
Kink: drunkenness
Table/Prompt: Fluff/#03-Cuddle - Mission Insane
Notes/Warnings: I own nothing Supernatural. Warnings: could possibly be considered pre-slash/incest, unusually close brothers.

It had been a rough hunt. Whenever a salt and burn involved a child, it was always the same.

"I think I'm gonna have to cut you guys off for the night," the bartender told them.

"Come on. Sam's not even singing karoke yet. He's nowhere near drunk," Dean argued.

"We don't have karoke," the bartender told him and smiled.

"Dean ain't puking yet," Sam got the giggles. "She's snot drunk," he slurred.

"Sammy, you're not helping," Dean elbowed him so hard that he fell off his stool but Dean didn't notice. "Can I get one more, please?" Dean would later deny that he'd gotten so close to begging for a brew.

"No. Pick your friend up off the floor before you leave," the bartender went back to work.

"Floor?" Dean looked over to Sam's stool to find it empty. "Sam?"

Sam groaned from the floor.

"What happened?" Dean asked him.

"Dunno. I was just sitting there and then I was here."

"We'll check for EMF tomorrow," Dean told him. "Let's just get back to the motel."

"Do we have a room at a motel? I thought we just came here."

"I think I checked us in. Damn, can't remember if that was today or some other day."

***

"We have a room. What the hell do you know?" Dean found a key in his pocket and opened the door.

Sam tried to get through the door the same time as Dean and they got stuck. Dean grumped about it and Sam dissolved into peals of giggles. When they both got inside, Dean pushed Sam toward a bed and he toppled over onto it, still giggling.

"You're drunk," Dean stumbled on his way to the bathroom.

"But I didn't get to sing!"

"Dude, no one wants to hear you sing." Dean shook his head as Sam started caterwauling some song Dean had never heard. He got ready for bed and told Sam it was his turn.

"But I haven't done my encore," Sam snorted when he laughed. "You gotta hear my encore."

"I taught you all the good songs that you know. I don't need to hear any others that you've picked up."

Sam's laughter stopped suddenly. "Dean, I'm gonna be sick."

Dean wrestled Sam off the bed and into the bathroom. Sam rested his head on his arms while waves of nausea overcame him. Dean put a cool washcloth on the back of Sam's neck and rubbed his back.

"I'm gonna die."

"You'll want to die, but you won't," Dean corrected him.

Dean helped Sam out of his sweaty clothes and got another washcloth to wipe his back down.

"I need to brush my teeth."

"I'll help ya get ready for bed. You'll sleep better when you're all cleaned up."

***

Sam was safely in bed, bemoaning the drinks he should not have had, while Dean searched for that all-important aspirin. He took some himself and then put them with a glass of water by Sam's bed. He wouldn't be able to keep them down now, but maybe later.

"Come sit with me," Sam whined.

"Sam, you're drunk, not sick."

"I feel sick," Sam turned on the puppy dog eyes.

"Scoot over," Dean ordered as he got out of bed. "And don't you dare puke on me."

***

Dean ran his fingers through Sam's hair, "How you feeling, Sammy?"

"Little better. I like it when you play with my hair."

"I know. That's why I do it."

"Jessica never did. She tried, but her ways of trying to comfort me didn't work as well as yours do."

"Well, Sam, you're making it a little awkward here. Congratulations on that."

"I just missed having you around when I was sick or upset. What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing."

Sam snuggled in closer. "Did you miss me when I was gone?"

Dean let a few breaths pass before he answered. "Yeah. It was awful."

"Awful, how?"

"I'm just glad it's over."

Sam idly ran his fingers up and down Dean's arm, which promptly broke out in goose bumps. "Are you cold?"

"No."

"Hmm," Sam's befuddled mind was trying to come up with another explanation.

"I'm getting tired. Scoot over so I can lie down or I'm going back to my own bed."

Sam moved in small increments until there was enough room for Dean. Once Dean was under the blankets, he was covered with Sam.

"It's kinda sad that you were missing me when I was gone because I was missing you, too," Sam's said quietly. "If I would have known, I would have tried to have seen you."

"Would that have made our separation any easier? Periodic visits?"

"I guess not," Sam admitted. "Let's not do that again."

"No argument here," Dean smiled. "I like having you close."

"Me, too," Sam sounded sleepy.

"Think you can keep some aspirin down?"

"Don't wanna move, Dean."

Dean struggled to sit up and get the glass and aspirin for the bedside table. "Come on, Sam. I won't bother you again after this."

Sam huffed but took the pills.

"I sleep better by you," Sam was back to resting his head on Dean's shoulder.

"You always have," Dean smiled. "I sleep better, too. I know you're safe and that makes it easier for me to rest."

"Do you think this is weird?"

"When have we ever been normal, Sammy? Besides, it's just the two of us here. There's no one to judge."

"You don't think I act like a girl?"

"Nah, you just like to cuddle."

"How come you call me a girl then?"

"Just messing with you like a brother should. It's really just to cover up that I like to cuddle, too."

"I figured that."

They laid there in silence, Dean playing with Sam's hair and Sam trailing his fingers over Dean's skin.

"You know if you ever tell anyone that I like to cuddle, I'll deny it."

"Yup," Sam replied. "Let's just get some sleep."

That's how they slept, cuddled together, resting soundly, knowing that their brother was safe. It's how it was right after the fire, and how it would always be.

Deacon and the Wiinchester Boys

Fri, 25 Apr 2008 09:00:35 GMT

Title: Deacon and the Winchester Boys
Author: my_sam_dean
Characters/Pairings: Deacon, Dean, Sammy, mentions John
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Summary: Deacon takes care of the Winchester boys.

Baby Sammy was screaming in the crib. Deacon was met there by Dean, who stood by the crib, silent, looking to Deacon for help.

"I've got ya, Sammy," Deacon picked the baby up and tried to comfort him. He turned to Dean, "Good job, little buddy. You're a great big brother."

Dean beamed at him and followed him into the kitchen where he made Sammy a bottle and then settled into the recliner. Dean drug over the blanket from the couch.

"Come on up," Deacon made room for him on his lap. Dean snuggled into him and watched Sammy drink his bottle. Deacon clumsily covered them up with one hand. After Sammy had burped, Deacon asked Dean, "How bout we just rest here for awhile?"

Dean nodded, barely able to keep his eyes open.

Deacon reclined the chair. Sammy was lying on his chest and Dean was clutched against his side. It didn't take long for the trio to fall asleep.

Deacon woke up with his shirt soaked. Sammy's diaper had leaked. Dean was still sound asleep. Deacon set the chair upright and tried to ease himself out. Dean curled up in the recliner with the blanket, still asleep.

Sammy wasn't quite awake. Deacon took Sammy's soiled clothes off and put him in a bath. Sammy awoke, upset, and Deacon sang to him to console him. Sammy sucked on his fingers and looked up at Deacon with bright eyes. Even though it was in the middle of the night, Deacon found himself smiling at Sammy. He felt a tug at his T-shirt and looked down to find Dean, rubbing at his eyes.

"Hey, Dean. Sammy just needed a quick bath. He's fine, buddy. Why don't you go back to sleep?"

Stubbornly, Dean shook his head and stayed at his place beside Deacon.

Deacon went back to washing the squirming baby and hoped Sammy wouldn't have the stubborn streak that his dad and brother had. He could easily picture the three of them butting heads every chance they got.

When Sammy was smelling all fresh, Deacon went back to the bedroom, knowing that Dean would just follow. It was kind of eerie how he stayed close to Sammy and didn't utter a word. Deacon just kept talking to him like he was getting a response and hoped that Dean would come out of it on his own.

He was an ex-marine, not a miracle worker. When John showed up at his door the with the boys, he'd wanted to remind him that he had zero experience with kids. John had told him that Dean was a great helper and would show him what he needed to know. John had been right, of course, but that still didn't make Deacon used to having a baby and a mute four-year old as roommates.

Deacon laid down in his bed with Sammy by his side.

"Come on up, Dean. Sammy needs you on this side of him so he doesn't roll off the bed," Deacon patted the other side.

Dean beamed with being able to help and climbed up. He settled into the pillow and idly played with Sammy, keeping him quiet, until they fell asleep. Deacon fell asleep first. Dean kept Sammy busy until he fell into a slumber where his baby brain dreamed of bottles, pacifiers, and big brothers named Dean. The mute little boy was the last to fall asleep, after he was sure that the other two were okay. He knew it was his job to watch over Sam. Since they'd been at Deacon's, he'd assumed that he was to watch over Deacon, too.

***

Deacon awoke to the sound of something raining down in the kitchen. He put Sam in his crib, still asleep, and went to investigate.

Dean stood in the middle of a puddle of Cheerios. He'd tried to open the bag and it had ripped open in a way he hadn't expected. Dean looked terrified.

"Dang bag exploded on ya. It's okay, Dean. Happens to me, too. I think they're designed that way," Deacon smiled at Dean and ran his fingers through the boy's hair. "Let's pick these up and we'll find something else for breakfast."

Dean gave him a smile and began to pick the cereal up off the floor. He went to the garbage to throw away a handful and said, "Boom!"

"What was that, Dean?" Deacon thought he heard Dean say something.

"Boom!" Dean told Deacon and started to laugh.

"That's right, Dean. Boom. Big Boom," Deacon laughed along with Dean.

With the toasted o's picked up, Deacon started making eggs. He heard Sammy start fussing in the bedroom.

"Dean, can you check on Sammy for me? He might just need his pacifier."

Dean smiled up at Deacon and ran toward the bedroom.

Deacon finished making the eggs and wondered why Dean hadn't come back yet. Sammy wasn't crying so he wasn't too worried. He walked to his bedroom and could hear Dean telling Sammy, "Boom!" And Sammy would laugh and giggle, the big belly laugh that is contagious. He heard Dean laugh, too. When they had quieted down, Dean said, "Boom!" and it started all over again.

Deacon rested with his shoulder against the doorframe and watched the brothers play. It wasn't often that he got to see Dean act like a child. He enjoyed it when he did.

Fic: Chaos Theory

Sun, 17 Feb 2008 08:29:54 GMT

Title: Chaos Theory
Author: insomnia_geek
Rating: PG
Genre: gen
Word count: 1000
Spoilers: 3.11 Mystery Spot
Summary: 3.11 Mystery Spot coda. Sam is precision, Dean is chaos. Somehow together it all works out.

Click for fic . . . .

x-posted

Fic: It's early morning, the sun comes out

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 05:15:22 GMT

Title: It's early morning, the sun comes out
Author: insomnia_geek
Rating: R
Genre: Wincest, schmoop
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Dean
Word Count: 931
Summary: Sam wakes slowly, consciousness gradually emerging from the fog of sleep with all the indolence of a spoilt housecat.
Notes: Fic #4 inspired by dreamlittleyo, which she begged me for after the last one made her cry. This one is as schmoopy and fluffy as the last one was angsty.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and receive nothing but enjoyment from this. Kripke and Co, own anything related to Supernatural.

Click here for the warm fuzzies . . . .

Fic: De Profundis

Mon, 01 Oct 2007 09:54:14 GMT

Title: De Profundis
Author: insomnia_geek
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen, angst
Characters: Sam, Dean
Word count: 2347
Warnings: kissing (NOT Wincest), angst up the wazoo, character death
Summary: One Last Duty

Notes & Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I receive nothing but enjoyment from this. Kripke and Co. own Supernatural. Piece one of three (maybe four) inspired by this art from dreamlittleyo

Link goes to my journal, click for fic . . . .

Dreaming (PG-13, Gen)

Thu, 16 Aug 2007 03:10:00 GMT

Title: Dreaming[Bad username: ]Author: iceandlime
Characters: Sam, Dean
Word Count: 658
Rating: PG-13
Category: Gen
Disclaimer: Don't own any of these character, just playing with them for a while.
Summary: Just a little bit of silliness. The boys end up in a motel having to share a bed. Very tame, not Wincest unless you want to read it that way.

The boys are soaked through by the time they walk to the motel...

Dean and his daughter

Sun, 22 Jul 2007 08:17:56 GMT

DEAN AND HIS DAUGHTER VIDEPO - YouTube

This video is based on a fanfiction idea that I had. Basically Dean ends up having a daughter named Mary. I think he would be a great father. The baby is a character called Kerry from the Australian show Neighbours. I chose to use clips of her because she is just the cutest baby ever. Seriously tell me she doesn't make you go Awww! The actress with the baby in a lot of clips is Stephanie McIntosh. The song is 'With arms wide open' by Creed. I know that the song is about a man having a boy but I just liked the song too much not to use it. I think it still works though. Thanks to Bec for supplying the Neighbours clips. Please let me know what you think.

Supernatural videos that might make you cry.

Sat, 07 Jul 2007 07:16:18 GMT

So I have made a lot of videos (mostly about Dean) that might be a bit sad, or at least thats the way I tried to make them. I've only got the youtube links. If anyone is interested you could download a program called vdownload for free and then you can get youtubes vids to keep.

I'm not too sure how it feels - The song is called 'Miss You Love' and is by Silverchair. This vid is random clips of Dean dealing with his relationship with Sam and his death.

I'm looking for you half smile - The song is called 'Daniel' and is by Lior. Sam deals with Dean's depression after the death of their father and just wants to see Dean happy again.

DW - transcended - The song is 'Transcended ' and is by the band GUD. Random clips of Dean but the song is sweet and I added the moment where John tells Dean that he's proud of him and the moment at the end of the final where Dean and Sam talk about Sam's deal.

This pain is just too real - 'My Immortal (rock version)' by Evanescence. The video is about Sam dying and Dean making a deal to save him.

Waiting on an angel - 'Waiting on an angel' by Damien Leith. All Hell Breaks Loose Part 1. A short video about Sam dying in Dean's arms.

Night of my life - 'Night of my life' by Damien Leith. Dean's journey the the episode What Is And What Should Never Be.

Dean's secret about Sammy - The music is called 'Doomsday' and is taken from the Doctor Who soundtrack. This is about Dean having to keep what John told him at the hospital a secret and then finally telling Sam.

Please let me know what you think. More vids on the way.
BYE

Question???

Fri, 06 Jul 2007 14:59:25 GMT

Hello
I was just wondering if I was aloud to post links to my music videos here or if that is not aloud. Theres no harm in asking and I have some vids on youtube that i think would be considered as chick flick moments or just plain sad.

Also does anyone have/know of any sad/chick flick moment fics about Dean as a child, say 5yrs and younger? I would love to read some fics featuring baby Dean.

Okay bye and thanks.

ps. sorry if this post is not aloud. Delete it if its wrong.

New Dean fic is here - Love & Hunting

Wed, 02 May 2007 21:57:37 GMT

Summary: A continuation of the Roadhouse series. Story Two, Love & Hunting has begun.
The original story Sins is here
Pairing: Dean/Ofc, Sam/ofc
Rating: NC17
I do not own any recognizable characters, no copyright infringement is intended.

The story starts Here

Please leave feedback.

So Long, Lonesome: R, no pairing

Mon, 30 Apr 2007 21:00:44 GMT

Title: So Long, Lonesome
Summary: A conversation and a telling of stories.
Warning/Pairing: This is rated R for violent images, language and sexual references. There are no pairings and there isn't anything in here that can spoil anyone for the show.

Please enjoy!

You can only throw a fists a few times before you run out of breath and the other guy beats you.

Mod Post: Prompts

Mon, 23 Apr 2007 20:37:29 GMT

Hello each and every one of you. How are you all? See me? I'm good and that's because I'm finally making this post.

As a jump start to this community I would like to ask all of you to submit prompts in this post for chick fic. Anything you want to see written. Is there a certain story you've been craving but just can't seem to find? Ask around, as any good chick flick would tell you, talk to the people around you. SHARE YOUR FEELINGS!

P.S. I've always wanted to see how Sam would handle a possessed Dean. That right there has emotional bombs written all over it.

And if we are still confused as to what chick fic is, let us refer to the Good Book of Wiki:

Thank you.

THE AVATAR

Sun, 22 Apr 2007 08:35:12 GMT

Author: ICantBelieveImNotButter
Category: Supernatural, AU, Fantasy, Angst
Length: Work In Progress
Spoilers: In My Time Of Dying
Rating: M (For now)
Setting: Start of season 2
Summary: When Dean's life is suddenly saved, John is forced to remember other times where his son's life has been saved which leads John, Sam and Dean to wonder why. How will they handle it when they discover Dean's true destiny?
Main Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer and Gypsie Sutherland(OFC)
Authors Notes: Based on the series Avatar: The Last Airbender. I have just started writing this story and so far I am not 100% sure what way it is going to go. All I do know is that I plan to have lots of Dean angst. So I hope it suite this group. Chapter one is basically a recap of In My Time Of Dying so you don't need to read it. All you need to know is that Dean wasn't being hunted by the Reaper and that John didn't make a deal with the demon. That way you can skip to chapter 2. The main reason why I am postibg my story here is because of chapter 4. The idea or story isnt mine I just changed it to suite the Supernatural show. But its about Dean getting really sick as a baby and how John and Mary cope with it. Hopefully its sad.
Disclaimer: I own nothing :(

chapter one - Waking Up
chapter two - Happened Before
chapter three - The First Time It Happened
chapter four - Baby Dean's Ordeal

Wed, 21 Mar 2007 00:23:14 GMT

Title: Remembrance
Summary: Cassie & Dean's eldest child, Jessica, tells about her life as she waits to have her first child.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Dean/Cassie, Sam/OFC, OMC/OFC
I do not own any recognizable characters, though I have created a few relatives for the Winchesters that are my own. No copyright infringement is intended.

Remembrance

Our Invincibe Heights, DeanOFC, Sam, Ash

Tue, 20 Mar 2007 20:01:32 GMT

TITLE: Our Invincible Heights
AUTHOR: rubykatewriting
PAIRING: DeanOFC, Sam, Ash, OCs
RATING: R
WORDS: 11,422
SUMMARY: FutureFic. The dust kicks up as they pull away from the house and she gazes into the side view mirror, watches it disappear behind the bend in the road.
DISCLAIMER: John, Dean and Sam Winchester as well as Ash are the creations of others. I am only borrowing them. The rest of the characters herein belong to me. No harm intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The title comes from Pablo Neruda’s poem And because love battles, which can be found here. Special thanks go to Green Eve for the awesome (as always) beta and halfway2home for giving this a look in its earliest stages.

like a kiss which falls/from our invincible heights/to show the fire and the tenderness/of a true love

i am new here

Wed, 14 Mar 2007 21:42:46 GMT

Can i get an explanation of the type of fics that are posted here; I would love that. I have a few fics but I am not sure if I can post them in this community. thanks.

Mod Post- IT'S ALIVE, MAWHAHAHA ALIVE

Wed, 14 Mar 2007 20:53:21 GMT

Howdy Kiddies!

Yes, I know it’s been a while and things have been a bit slow. I’m going to try and lavish some love onto this Community again, only this time it’s going to be a bit more intensive. See, what I figure is that I did a poor job of advertising this baby in the beginning, so I’m going to not make that mistake again. I’ll to do what I can to breathe life back into this place, and as for you all, it would be wonderful if you told your friends and their friends and their friends about

chickficmoments. We all need some touchy feely moments in our lives.

I tried doing prompts but that didn’t seem to work, so what about challenges? What if I set up a small challenge to go along with the regular fiction postings? As a group we judge what was the best use of the prompt, or most creative, or most touching, or touchy feely? I can’t make banners for the winners, but I’m sure either one of you can or know someone that can.

What about it all? Any brain storming ideas you wish to chip in to get business booming?

Thanks everyone!

Fri, 02 Mar 2007 12:09:29 GMT

Hello everyone
I have just finished my first Supernatural story EVER! so I hope that someone out there enjoys it. I'm not sure if it is right for this community though. It is a wee Winchester story so I think that it could be. If not please let me know.

That's Not How
Author - ICantBelieveImNotButter
Category - WeeWinchester
Spoilers - None
Rating - PG
Setting - Pre-Series
Summary - Eight-year-old Dean has to look after four-year-old Sammy by himself for the first time.
Characters - WeeDean, WeeSammy, John Winchester
Notes - This idea is taken from an episode of the cartoon "Jakers! The Adventures of Piggly Winks." Something made me remember the episode and it just screamed Wee Winchesters to me. I know that it would be more than likely that Sam liked Dean more than his father, but for this story to work, Sammy has to like their father more. Also I'm sorry about the Battleship game but I really couldn't think of anything else. I think it still works though.
Disclaimer - I don't own anything.
Feedback - I would really love feed-back. Ifr you like it or don't, I just love hearing people's thoughts.

Thank you to Zulma for taking the time to fix my many mistakes, and for giving me some great tips.

I’ve Wandered Much Further Today than I Should, PG

Sun, 25 Feb 2007 02:13:59 GMT

Title: I’ve Wandered Much Further Today than I Should

Author/Artist: Hanyo

Characters/Pairing: Gen, so no pairing; 4 OCs, Sam, Dean

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: PG

Summary: ""What can it be?" he thought. "There are lots of noises in the Forest, but this is a different one. It isn't a growl, and it isn't a purr, and it isn't a bark, and it isn't the noise-you-make-before- beginning-a-piece-of-poetry, but it's a noise of some kind, made by a strange animal.

Warnings: The whole damn story is just a big, weird, future!fic, AU, spoiler for Playthings, and I’m sure y’all will figure out what I mean by that as you read. Bittersweet!angst is ahead, too.

Notes: Title? A lyric from ‘House at Pooh Corner’, by Kenny Loggins/Jim Messina; I fucking love that song. Also? Concrit is love; and friending is also love. :D

Disclaimer: I borrowed EVERYTHING but the OCs for this fic. Seriously.

Hidden Journal, AU, PG-13

Wed, 17 Jan 2007 00:26:33 GMT

Title: Hidden Journal
Author: sailorhathor
Rating: PG-13. Language.
Word Count: 3,540
Summary: Sam wants to know what their father told Dean before he died. The truth is far worse than he ever could have imagined.
Timeline: Alternate Universe. Takes place at the end of "Croatoan."
Warning: Contains spoilers for "In My Time of Dying" and "Croatoan."
Betas: Thanks to kaijawest and meredevachon for their betas.
Author's Notes: My take on what Dean told Sam. Angst, crying, and Winhugging.

Wed, 20 Sep 2006 00:08:47 GMT

Title:Deal
Author: Lanakins
Rating: PG-13 for mild swearing.
Spoilers: Faith.
Disclaimer. Don't own them, wish I did, not doing this for money, please don't sue.
A/N: This hasn't been beta-ed, but it's a little Faith drabble that I hope you enjoy! Also, x-posted liek woah.

Dean was dying. Dean was broken, and he was dying. Sam could no longer take being in the hospital room, watching the incessant beeping of his brother’s heart monitor. It was so strong and steady now, even if Dean looked like death, but Sam was afraid that if he stayed in the room long enough, it would stop completely. His brother’s heart would fail, and he would be there to see it. The thought made a large lump grow in the younger Winchester’s throat, and he blinked several times before swallowing hard and continuing his research. Everything he had come up with so far pointed to one thing, and it was the same thing the doctors had already told him. The same thing he refused to acknowledge as anything resembling the truth. After calling John, and knowing that their father wouldn’t show up, Sam lay back on the bed, breathing heavily. His first thought after he hung up the phone was that their father was an ass. A complete and total ass. He knew that John Winchester was busy, and was trying to hunt down the thing that had killed his wife, their mom, and Jess, but the idea that he, as their father, wouldn’t even take a break to see his dying son made Sam sick. Dean had never been anything but loyal to John, and now he was getting stabbed in the back. He was going to be left alone.

That most recent thought sent a chill up his spine, and he jumped off the bed about as quickly as he could. Sam hated seeing Dean in a hospital bed, attached to machines and looking not at all like his big brother, but he’d be damned if he would let Dean be alone. If there was one thing that Sam had discovered about his brother during their mission, it was that Dean didn’t do alone well. As quickly as he could, Sam drove to the hospital and parked haphazardly, not caring if a ticket would be there when he got back. The sudden urgency to see his older brother made his pulse quicken as he took the steps two at a time and shot down the hallway. Visiting hours were well over, Sam knew this, but he snuck into Dean’s room anyway.

As his gaze fell upon the silent figure of Dean, Sam’s breath caught. The moonlight filtering through the blinds made his elder look ghostly. The beeping of his heart monitor gave Sam goose bumps, knowing that this was the machine that was making sure Dean was still alive. He pulled a plastic chair up to the side of Dean’s bed and sat down, placing his head in his hands. Dean was fast asleep, and when Sam looked up, the peace that was evident on his brother’s face made Sam’s heart skip a beat. Dean looked so innocent, so helpless, so weak, so vulnerable, so Un-Dean.

“Dean, man, you’ve got to fight this,” he found himself talking. The words came much easier when he knew Dean wasn’t listening. The tears came easier, too.

“I need you to fight this,” he continued, not caring that his cheeks were quickly becoming wet, “You can’t leave me, because I need you to stay. Who’s gonna keep me in line when I find Dad?”

Sadness quickly turned into anger, blame. “How could you do this? Why were you so reckless, Dean? You’ve never slipped up like this before, God, those guns were at 100,000 volts. What were you thinking?!” He chided quietly.

Anger quickly turned to guilt, new blame. “I should have been down there to help you. I shouldn’t have left you; I shouldn’t have given you that gun. I should have stayed. I could have stopped this, I could have protected you for once, for all the times you’ve protected me.”

Anger morphed back into sadness, blame was gone. “Dean, please.”

He looked up at his brother’s face, still peaceful, still asleep. The dark circles under his eyes chilled Sam to the bone, but it was the pale of everything else, the almost translucent quality of Dean’s skin that chilled Sam’s blood. He grabbed Dean’s hand and then almost dropped it from the cool touch. He felt Dean’s wrist to check for a pulse, his own senses disagreeing with the still steadily beeping heart monitor. The pulse was there, and Sam choked out a sob of relief. Dean stirred, and Sam’s eyes darted instantly to Dean’s just opening, glossed-over, green eyes.

“Sammy?” Dean’s voice was weak and vague, thick with sleep and tinged with pain.

“Dean,” Sam replied, trying to quell his tears. Dean was dying. Dean was broken and he was dying, and Sam couldn’t take it, “I’m here,” he managed.

“Don’t leave,” Dean uttered quietly.

“I won’t if you won’t,” Sam replied, and Dean mustered up a smirk.

“Deal,” the elder said, and then went back to sleep.

At Least We're Still Flying

Mon, 11 Sep 2006 06:38:03 GMT

Title: At Least We're Still Flying
Author: lostandalone22
Rating: PG
Pairing: None
Genre: Angst/General
Warnings: This is just a little drabble, really small
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, but man, if I did...
Word Count: 378
A/N: This was written for alieneyes over at spn_bunnies. It's just a one-shot.

Dad had carried the youngest back to the car. Blood adorned his head, neck, and most of the right side of his body. They all knew that it was bad, and that they needed to get him to a doctor. It was too bad for them to deal with this time. Dean had walked along behind them, still vigilantly watching for any sign of threat although being injured himself. There was no way he was going to let anything get at his baby brother.

John gently laid his son down in the backseat, making sure that he was covered to avoid shock and that one of their flannel shirts was made into a pillow for his head. Dean had moved around to the front passenger side, allowing his father to drive so that he could keep an eye on Sam and maybe nurse his injured right ankle.

Keeping an eye on the youngest, Dean watched as his eyes struggled to stay open, but failed in their attempts. He tried to jostle him, tried to keep him with them, alert, but it was a losing battle. “We’re just big, damn heroes.” He muttered, almost to himself, but hoping that his brother picked it up. He heard the quiet chuckle, the inside joke making its point.

“Ain’t we just....” Sam’s voice was getting weaker, but at least he was still aware of what was going on. The werewolf hadn’t gotten the best of him yet.

Dean was weary, watching the blood gush out of Sam, watching the upholstery in the backseat of his car get shot to hell. He smiled, though, and gingerly patted the top of the seat that separated him from his lifeline. “Hey, at least we’re still flyin.’”

There was no response. The connection between them was broken, and Dean lifted himself from the seat, ignoring the pain in his ankle. He reached down, feeling for a pulse in the left side of his brother’s neck, and sighed. He looked at his father for a moment, and they shared a look. “Drive faster,” He instructed.

The car pushed itself into gear, going the maximum speed that the car would allow. Dean set his own head back on the seat, and quietly muttered, “At least we’re still flying.”

Mon, 11 Sep 2006 02:09:37 GMT

A friend suggested I post this here as it fits rather well with one of the challenge prompts, and it definitely has the potential for ovary-exploding. I hope you like it.

Title: Woolly
Author: meredevachon
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: All the Winchesters
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2048
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for the Pilot and Devil’s Trap. Predominantly pre-series, but the end is post Season 1.
Disclaimer: Supernatural, its characters and situations do not belong to me. This is all in fun and for love of the characters.
Beta: Many thanks to crazycatlady3x3 for all her help. This is a better story for her efforts, and any remaining mistakes are entirely my fault.
A/N: This tamingthemuse prompt really threw me for a loop. Then I got inspiration in the form of the Wee!Winchesters and a friend’s toddler. Somehow that led to this. The color purple is dedicated to the girls of First Beall 1988-1990.
Summary: A simple stuffed animal and how it came to be a favorite over the years.

Read Woolly in my journal.

My first post here!

Sun, 10 Sep 2006 15:18:14 GMT

Title: Sammy’s First Day
Author: lauren271190
Rating: G
Notes: My first Supernatural fanfic. Oh, it's fluff! It's fluffy, fluffy fluff!
(Originally posted for the spn_flashback)

Sammy's First Day