20 Supernatural Drabbles
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dol_moonTitle: 20 Supernatural Drabbles
Author: Dolavine
Warnings: None PG
Pairings None
Teasers: 20 drabbles some based on actual Supernatural episodes and a few from my own brain. All supernatural related.
One
Castiel stands quietly over Dean watching him breathe before touching him on the shoulder.
Dean sits up startled, his eyes focused on Castiel. “Damn Cas, give a guy some warning.”
“Dean, I bring an ultimatum from the higher powers.” Dean stood up toe to toe with Castiel. “What do they want from me now?”
“You must make the choice, Accept Michael and say Yes to being his vessel or be sent back to hell.”
“An ultimatum! I kill Sam or go back to the pit.”
“Yes. You have only tonight to decide, I’ll be back tomorrow.” He disappeares leaving Dean bewildered.
Two
Jimmy’s been dormant inside his own meat suite for nearly a year now and sometimes he wonders why he ever said Yes, at least he does when he has the chance to form a coherent thought for himself. Being Castiel’s vessel is not exactly what he imagined he was signing up for when he prayed for help and guidance to save his family. People were always saying be careful what you wish for but that’s only partly true, it’s not the wishing that gets you in trouble, in fact it’s actually the praying that can end up being your undoing.
Three
Sam looks into the mirror his lips stained with demon blood and he feels repulsed by his own image, he cups the cold water into his hands and splashes his face washing the blood from his mouth before exiting the bathroom. He throws the smudged towel on the bed and turns to Ruby who is sitting half naked on the other bed. “I have to go.” He says slipping on his jacket and picking up the keys from the stand next to the door. He walks out into the sunlight, gets into the Impala, cranks the engine and drives away.
Four
Bobby sits at his desk searching dust covered volumes of demon lure when his phone rings. “Yeah, Dean?” He says in a fatherly way. “He’s drinking Demon Blood, why doesn’t that surprise me, that boy has had trouble on his mind since you went to hell. There is only one way to help him, bring Sam here, he needs a demon intervention and what better to save his sorry ass than to separate him from his addictions by blocking that demon bitch Ruby out. He needs to detox Dean, I’ll get the bunker ready tonight.” Bobby hangs up the phone.
Five
Dean walks around the corner and into the garden. He sees a man in a white suite his foot on his alternate self’s neck as he hears the sound of bone cracking. The man in the white suite turns around, it’s Sam. Dean takes a deep gasp; he knew Sam said yes, future Dean had told him but the coldness in his eyes, the void of Sam in his mannerisms. He had thought he could, maybe, possibly, save Sam, somehow get Lucifer out of him and save the World but now he knows what must be done. Lucifer must die.
Six
A copy of Busty Asian beauties lay on the passenger seat, an empty burger wrapper balled up next to it. Dean sits on the hood of the Impala waiting for Sam. Could he learn to trust Sam again, could he let Sam back in, would things ever really be the same. He watched Sam drink demon blood, he tried to help him get clean, but he feared the worst when confronted with the sight of him with demon blood on his hands. Is this the right decision, will he make the right choices, or will I have to kill him?
Seven
Ruby knocks on Sam’s hotel room door. “You’ve been calling me, what’s up Sam?” she says scanning the hotel room.
‘I need it Ruby; I’ve been hurting real bad.”
She smiles and leans back on the bed with a wise grin. “You know you can have it, all you need to do is take it.” She lifts the sleeve of her blouse and extends her arm. Sam pulls the pocket knife from his jeans and slits her forearm; he looks into her eyes and then puts the wound to his mouth. Ruby strokes his hair and her eyes go black.
Eight
Dean stares at his toothbrush, he looks into the mirror fear in his eyes. He looks back at the toothbrush, a tiny hair hangs from it, he begins to hyperventilate. He carries the toothbrush into the bedroom and hands it to Sam. “Burn it or something just get rid of that horrible thing.” Sam looks at the toothbrush. “Dean it’s just a hair.” He pulls it off and hands it back. “No, Sammy, burn it.” Sam rolls his eyes and shakes his head before dropping the brush into the trash.
“Thank you, Thank You.” He breathes a sigh of relief.
Nine
Anna placed her hand on Dean’s face and gently caressed his cheek, her eyes beckoning to him. Dean closed his eyes his hands on the small of her back, he pulled her in tight. He whispered into her ear. “God you smell good.” She brushed her hair against his cheek as she led him to the back door of the Impala. Dean took the handle and opened the door. “Are you sure?”
“Last day on Earth, I’m definite.” She said pushing him backwards onto the seat. Dean gave his best devilish smile as she climbed in and shut the door.
Ten
Sam stumbled along the graveyard path trying desperately to hop on one foot most of the time as his left shoe was gone. Dean looked back at him limping along helplessly trying to save his already muddy sock. “Dude. Pick up the pace.” He said to a very frustrated Sam. “I lost my shoe Dean, I’m going as fast as I can.” He sat down on a stump pulling his sopping wet sock back onto his foot. Right then he made the decision that it couldn’t save it, he stood up firm on both feet and trotted off after Dean.
Eleven
Dean orders the same breakfast, Sam catches the hot sauce bottle, “Good reflexes” are repeated by Dean every morning starting the same day over and over the only thing that Changes is the way Dean’s going to die. Sam lies in bed staring at the ceiling trying to figure out how to save Dean from his ultimate death today. He looks over at him lying there unaware and winces at the thought of possibly losing him again. The Alarm goes off and Asia’s Heat of the Moment is on the radio. Sam sighs and gets out of bed. “Another day.”
Twelve
Sam looked at Dean standing at the buffet table with his headset on milling over the fresh sandwich delivery and winced. Dean walks over to Sam a small sandwich in hand. “Dude these are like mini philly cheesesteaks.” He takes a huge bite, “They’re delicious.” He says his mouth full. Sam makes a disgusted face. “No, thanks.” Sam watches him chew. “He’s always eating.” Suddenly a picture of an older obese Dean flashes in his head, Sam shutters at his own thought. “Dude we have work to do, put down the Cheesesteak.” Dean finishes his bite and grins. “They’re, delicious.”
Thirteen
Dean scrolls down the side bar of Sam’s computer looking for his bookmark to Busty Asian Beauties, he stops when he sees a link reading Dean/Cas. He clicks the bookmark and opens a page with links for Fic, Manips, and discussions. He furrows his brow and wonders why Sam would have a link to Man nips and discussions about them. He clicks the link opening the page up; there to his curious eyes did appear pictures of himself and Castiel in various unusual positions. He looked over at Sam still sleeping. “WTF.” He whispered loudly before slamming the laptop closed.
Fourteen
Dean’s leaning under the hood of the Impala as Sam sits on the curb the toolbox on his lap and a root beer in his hand. Dean looks up. “1/8th Socket wrench.” He hands Sam the wrench. Sam files through the socket pieces and changes the head before handing it back. Dean wipes the sweat from his grease smeared face, stands up and closes the hood. “There, that should do it.” Sam hands a cold root beer to Dean. “Root Beer?”
“Yeah, Bobby said something about safe driving.” Dean smiles and cracks the top taking a long chug. “Ahhh, refreshing.”
Fifteen
Dean rifles through the motel closet at his clothing inventory. “Green canvas coat, brown bomber jacket, leather coat, t-shirt, t-shirt, Jeans, Jeans, FBI suit, flannel shirt and t-shirt.” He says disgusted. “Sam!” He yells “Do I have any Yuppie clothes?” Sam leans out of the shower. “What?” “Do I have any Yuppie clothes?” Sam looks confused. “UM, no, I don’t think you do.” Dean leans back on the bed his arms behind his head. “I could have sworn I had a black sweater vest and white shirt in there.” He made a thinking face and then sat up. “Oh well.”
Sixteen
Dean looked into the bathroom mirror and grunted. “Grey hair, and wrinkles around my eyes. Why couldn’t I grow old gracefully?” he slipped on a robe noticing his sagging skin where his muscular frame had been. “God, what was I thinking?” He sat on the edge of the tub and looked at his feet as he slipped them into the hotel slippers. “A robe and hotel slippers, where’s the basset hound with my pipe and paper?” he snickered at his own old man joke. He stood up and reached for the bathroom door as he heard Sam coming and smiled.
Seventeen
Joe strutted across the room and leaned against the bar. “Dean, need a refill?” she said looking him up and down. Dean lifted the mug to his lips and gave her wink. He smiled smugly before glancing across the bar at Ellen who was giving him the protective mother glare as she cleaned the glasses. “Look Dean, Joe, she’s a handful looking for some hunter to take her away from all this. I really don’t want you feeding her hunter fantasies.” “No Mam, not feeding her fantasies. Nope, not me.” He glanced at Sam a worried look in his eye.
Eighteen
Lucifer stood over Sam watching him sleep. He knows without Dean he’ll be lonely, all alone and vulnerable, no big brother to hold his hand so he’ll say No, how easy it will be to persuade him to say Yes, to let him just step inside his body and get this party started. He lay down on the bed next to Sam and laid his hand on his shoulder. He whispered softly into his ear and ran his hand over his chest planting the seed and letting it take root. Sam awoke, his eyes opened to a vision of Jessica.
Nineteen
It was the first time Sam felt like a Hero, he didn’t feel like the freak in the room. He took his accolades, those pats on the back and held his head high. For the first time in 13 years he wished he didn’t have to move on in just a few short days.
Dean stood helpless in the hallway, his ego hurt, his brain swirling; he wasn’t the sexy bad boy this time, not the hero the girl would beg to stay. His pain leapt out verbally as he watched them walk away, the phone couldn’t ring soon enough.
Twenty
Dean held the sides of the surgical table tight and clenched his teeth as he heard Sam say, “I need a pocket knife, some dental floss, a sewing needle and whiskey. STAT!” He knew what was coming; Sam had stitched him up with battle field technology too many times in the past. He wondered if this time he’d get some anesthesia rather than just whiskey to drink and over the wound because for once, they were in a hospital. The nurses returned with the items, the sting of whiskey hit his wound and he knew it, battle field technology, again.
Author: Dolavine
Warnings: None PG
Pairings None
Teasers: 20 drabbles some based on actual Supernatural episodes and a few from my own brain. All supernatural related.
One
Castiel stands quietly over Dean watching him breathe before touching him on the shoulder.
Dean sits up startled, his eyes focused on Castiel. “Damn Cas, give a guy some warning.”
“Dean, I bring an ultimatum from the higher powers.” Dean stood up toe to toe with Castiel. “What do they want from me now?”
“You must make the choice, Accept Michael and say Yes to being his vessel or be sent back to hell.”
“An ultimatum! I kill Sam or go back to the pit.”
“Yes. You have only tonight to decide, I’ll be back tomorrow.” He disappeares leaving Dean bewildered.
Two
Jimmy’s been dormant inside his own meat suite for nearly a year now and sometimes he wonders why he ever said Yes, at least he does when he has the chance to form a coherent thought for himself. Being Castiel’s vessel is not exactly what he imagined he was signing up for when he prayed for help and guidance to save his family. People were always saying be careful what you wish for but that’s only partly true, it’s not the wishing that gets you in trouble, in fact it’s actually the praying that can end up being your undoing.
Three
Sam looks into the mirror his lips stained with demon blood and he feels repulsed by his own image, he cups the cold water into his hands and splashes his face washing the blood from his mouth before exiting the bathroom. He throws the smudged towel on the bed and turns to Ruby who is sitting half naked on the other bed. “I have to go.” He says slipping on his jacket and picking up the keys from the stand next to the door. He walks out into the sunlight, gets into the Impala, cranks the engine and drives away.
Four
Bobby sits at his desk searching dust covered volumes of demon lure when his phone rings. “Yeah, Dean?” He says in a fatherly way. “He’s drinking Demon Blood, why doesn’t that surprise me, that boy has had trouble on his mind since you went to hell. There is only one way to help him, bring Sam here, he needs a demon intervention and what better to save his sorry ass than to separate him from his addictions by blocking that demon bitch Ruby out. He needs to detox Dean, I’ll get the bunker ready tonight.” Bobby hangs up the phone.
Five
Dean walks around the corner and into the garden. He sees a man in a white suite his foot on his alternate self’s neck as he hears the sound of bone cracking. The man in the white suite turns around, it’s Sam. Dean takes a deep gasp; he knew Sam said yes, future Dean had told him but the coldness in his eyes, the void of Sam in his mannerisms. He had thought he could, maybe, possibly, save Sam, somehow get Lucifer out of him and save the World but now he knows what must be done. Lucifer must die.
Six
A copy of Busty Asian beauties lay on the passenger seat, an empty burger wrapper balled up next to it. Dean sits on the hood of the Impala waiting for Sam. Could he learn to trust Sam again, could he let Sam back in, would things ever really be the same. He watched Sam drink demon blood, he tried to help him get clean, but he feared the worst when confronted with the sight of him with demon blood on his hands. Is this the right decision, will he make the right choices, or will I have to kill him?
Seven
Ruby knocks on Sam’s hotel room door. “You’ve been calling me, what’s up Sam?” she says scanning the hotel room.
‘I need it Ruby; I’ve been hurting real bad.”
She smiles and leans back on the bed with a wise grin. “You know you can have it, all you need to do is take it.” She lifts the sleeve of her blouse and extends her arm. Sam pulls the pocket knife from his jeans and slits her forearm; he looks into her eyes and then puts the wound to his mouth. Ruby strokes his hair and her eyes go black.
Eight
Dean stares at his toothbrush, he looks into the mirror fear in his eyes. He looks back at the toothbrush, a tiny hair hangs from it, he begins to hyperventilate. He carries the toothbrush into the bedroom and hands it to Sam. “Burn it or something just get rid of that horrible thing.” Sam looks at the toothbrush. “Dean it’s just a hair.” He pulls it off and hands it back. “No, Sammy, burn it.” Sam rolls his eyes and shakes his head before dropping the brush into the trash.
“Thank you, Thank You.” He breathes a sigh of relief.
Nine
Anna placed her hand on Dean’s face and gently caressed his cheek, her eyes beckoning to him. Dean closed his eyes his hands on the small of her back, he pulled her in tight. He whispered into her ear. “God you smell good.” She brushed her hair against his cheek as she led him to the back door of the Impala. Dean took the handle and opened the door. “Are you sure?”
“Last day on Earth, I’m definite.” She said pushing him backwards onto the seat. Dean gave his best devilish smile as she climbed in and shut the door.
Ten
Sam stumbled along the graveyard path trying desperately to hop on one foot most of the time as his left shoe was gone. Dean looked back at him limping along helplessly trying to save his already muddy sock. “Dude. Pick up the pace.” He said to a very frustrated Sam. “I lost my shoe Dean, I’m going as fast as I can.” He sat down on a stump pulling his sopping wet sock back onto his foot. Right then he made the decision that it couldn’t save it, he stood up firm on both feet and trotted off after Dean.
Eleven
Dean orders the same breakfast, Sam catches the hot sauce bottle, “Good reflexes” are repeated by Dean every morning starting the same day over and over the only thing that Changes is the way Dean’s going to die. Sam lies in bed staring at the ceiling trying to figure out how to save Dean from his ultimate death today. He looks over at him lying there unaware and winces at the thought of possibly losing him again. The Alarm goes off and Asia’s Heat of the Moment is on the radio. Sam sighs and gets out of bed. “Another day.”
Twelve
Sam looked at Dean standing at the buffet table with his headset on milling over the fresh sandwich delivery and winced. Dean walks over to Sam a small sandwich in hand. “Dude these are like mini philly cheesesteaks.” He takes a huge bite, “They’re delicious.” He says his mouth full. Sam makes a disgusted face. “No, thanks.” Sam watches him chew. “He’s always eating.” Suddenly a picture of an older obese Dean flashes in his head, Sam shutters at his own thought. “Dude we have work to do, put down the Cheesesteak.” Dean finishes his bite and grins. “They’re, delicious.”
Thirteen
Dean scrolls down the side bar of Sam’s computer looking for his bookmark to Busty Asian Beauties, he stops when he sees a link reading Dean/Cas. He clicks the bookmark and opens a page with links for Fic, Manips, and discussions. He furrows his brow and wonders why Sam would have a link to Man nips and discussions about them. He clicks the link opening the page up; there to his curious eyes did appear pictures of himself and Castiel in various unusual positions. He looked over at Sam still sleeping. “WTF.” He whispered loudly before slamming the laptop closed.
Fourteen
Dean’s leaning under the hood of the Impala as Sam sits on the curb the toolbox on his lap and a root beer in his hand. Dean looks up. “1/8th Socket wrench.” He hands Sam the wrench. Sam files through the socket pieces and changes the head before handing it back. Dean wipes the sweat from his grease smeared face, stands up and closes the hood. “There, that should do it.” Sam hands a cold root beer to Dean. “Root Beer?”
“Yeah, Bobby said something about safe driving.” Dean smiles and cracks the top taking a long chug. “Ahhh, refreshing.”
Fifteen
Dean rifles through the motel closet at his clothing inventory. “Green canvas coat, brown bomber jacket, leather coat, t-shirt, t-shirt, Jeans, Jeans, FBI suit, flannel shirt and t-shirt.” He says disgusted. “Sam!” He yells “Do I have any Yuppie clothes?” Sam leans out of the shower. “What?” “Do I have any Yuppie clothes?” Sam looks confused. “UM, no, I don’t think you do.” Dean leans back on the bed his arms behind his head. “I could have sworn I had a black sweater vest and white shirt in there.” He made a thinking face and then sat up. “Oh well.”
Sixteen
Dean looked into the bathroom mirror and grunted. “Grey hair, and wrinkles around my eyes. Why couldn’t I grow old gracefully?” he slipped on a robe noticing his sagging skin where his muscular frame had been. “God, what was I thinking?” He sat on the edge of the tub and looked at his feet as he slipped them into the hotel slippers. “A robe and hotel slippers, where’s the basset hound with my pipe and paper?” he snickered at his own old man joke. He stood up and reached for the bathroom door as he heard Sam coming and smiled.
Seventeen
Joe strutted across the room and leaned against the bar. “Dean, need a refill?” she said looking him up and down. Dean lifted the mug to his lips and gave her wink. He smiled smugly before glancing across the bar at Ellen who was giving him the protective mother glare as she cleaned the glasses. “Look Dean, Joe, she’s a handful looking for some hunter to take her away from all this. I really don’t want you feeding her hunter fantasies.” “No Mam, not feeding her fantasies. Nope, not me.” He glanced at Sam a worried look in his eye.
Eighteen
Lucifer stood over Sam watching him sleep. He knows without Dean he’ll be lonely, all alone and vulnerable, no big brother to hold his hand so he’ll say No, how easy it will be to persuade him to say Yes, to let him just step inside his body and get this party started. He lay down on the bed next to Sam and laid his hand on his shoulder. He whispered softly into his ear and ran his hand over his chest planting the seed and letting it take root. Sam awoke, his eyes opened to a vision of Jessica.
Nineteen
It was the first time Sam felt like a Hero, he didn’t feel like the freak in the room. He took his accolades, those pats on the back and held his head high. For the first time in 13 years he wished he didn’t have to move on in just a few short days.
Dean stood helpless in the hallway, his ego hurt, his brain swirling; he wasn’t the sexy bad boy this time, not the hero the girl would beg to stay. His pain leapt out verbally as he watched them walk away, the phone couldn’t ring soon enough.
Twenty
Dean held the sides of the surgical table tight and clenched his teeth as he heard Sam say, “I need a pocket knife, some dental floss, a sewing needle and whiskey. STAT!” He knew what was coming; Sam had stitched him up with battle field technology too many times in the past. He wondered if this time he’d get some anesthesia rather than just whiskey to drink and over the wound because for once, they were in a hospital. The nurses returned with the items, the sting of whiskey hit his wound and he knew it, battle field technology, again.
