SN drabbles - gen, het - G, PG
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tigriswolfTitle: from the world that was
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: AU for “All Hell Breaks Loose”
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 190
Point of view: third
A thousand years of planning, ruined in a few seconds. Samuel was the culmination, and he chose humanity over his destiny—chose the wildcard, Dean, over his true, soul-family.
Of course, such insubordination could not be allowed, and It took Dean away. If Samuel wanted his “brother” returned—unharmed—he would need to reconsider his answer to Its offer. And Samuel did, quickly. He stopped fighting fate and became the general of Hell’s army. His reward was Dean, alive and unhurt, whole and healthy.
Dean, of course, could not understand his brother’s actions. He hated what Samuel had become to save him, though he still loved his brother more than anything in existence.
It allowed them each other. Before long, Dean followed his baby brother to the battlefield and fought at his side.
It won the final war of Light and Dark, overrunning the world, then streaming out through the dimensions.
Samuel was the culmination, and Dean existed to keep him alive.
Heaven locked the gate, keeping out everything as the Creator turned His back on the world that fell.
And the Winchesters, in the new order, reigned, Hell’s favorite sons.
Title: Snapshot
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: before “Something Wicked”
Pairings: none
Rating: G
Wordcount: 570
Point of view: third
“Poopyhead.”
Dean turned, mouth opened in shock. He sat on the couch, flipping through a magazine, and glanced up to see Sam, ridiculous in pj’s too big and holding an old stuffed dog, with his dark, too-long hair flopping into his eyes. “What did you call me?” Dean asked, too stunned to even be offended.
His little brother stepped forward defiantly, clutching the dog close. “Poopyhead,” he growled again, trying to imitate their dad as he challenged monsters. “You’re a big, mean, old poopyhead!”
Dean raised an eyebrow and slipped off the couch, moving toward Sam, who instinctively backed up. He could barely keep the grin from his face; of all the things to call him, all the bad words both of them knew—Sam picked poopyhead? “What’d I do this time, Sammy?” Dean queried, keeping the mean look on his face.
“You ate the last of the macaroni!” Sam yelled, his anger at the offense overcoming his fear of Dean’s retribution. “You didn’t leave any for me!”
Dean turned his laughter into scoffing. “You baby,” he sneered, moving back to the couch, rolling his eyes and picking up his magazine. At ten, he was decades ahead of little six-year-old Sammy.
He never saw the shoe coming and it hit him in the head. He threw the magazine down and lunged for Sam, an incoherent yell filling the room around them. It wasn’t even that the shoe hurt, because it didn’t; he needed to maintain his no-nonsense big brother image.
Dean wouldn’t hurt Sam, of course, just teach him a lesson.
The dog was shoved aside as they tussled, Dean doing his best to keep from wounding his baby brother, but Sam felt no inclination, and fought tooth and nail. Dean pinned him quickly of course; four years gave a lot of advantages. “What do you say?” he whispered menacingly in Sam’s ear.
“Get off,” Sam replied, trying to match Dean’s tone and failing. He squirmed and wiggled, attempting to loosen Dean’s hold; that venture failed, too.
Dean tightened his grip. “Say it, Sammy,” he continued softly, but this time in a wheedling voice, “and I’ll make you more macaroni.”
“But Dad doesn’t let you use the stove,” Sam said, shocked into pausing his movement.
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Dean answered, purposely ignoring that things people didn’t know killed them all the time. Sam didn’t need to hear about that, not yet.
Dean’s innocence may have shattered years before, but he could let Sammy keep his still.
“I’m sorry, Dean,” Sam gave in, “You’re the best brother in the whole world.” Dean let him go and stood, pulling Sam to his feet.
“I thought you were done eating,” Dean said, picking up the dog and handing it to Sam. “You didn’t tell me to save some for you.” He led the way into the kitchen, Sam padding behind him.
“Oh,” Sam muttered, guilt flooding him. “Sorry.”
Dean grinned at him, grabbing the pot to wash it so he could make more. “’s’alright, Sammy.” He placed the pot in the sink after shuffling some dishes around; once Sam was finished eating, it was time for another load. “But where did you hear the word poopyhead?”
He glanced over his shoulder at Sam, who answered, proud and ashamed at the same
time, “I made it up.”
Dean looked back at the pot and turned the water on, hiding his grin from Sam.
Title: Perfect World
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: AU
Pairings: John/Mary, Sam/Jessica
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 365
Point of view: third
In a perfect world, there is no pain. Dean knows that. Dean also knows he couldn’t stand to live in such a place because pain is all he has.
In a perfect world—the perfect world—Momma didn’t die, and they all lived happily ever after. Momma and Daddy grew old together and died in each other’s arms, slipping away in the night.
Sammy went off to college with everyone’s blessing and met a beautiful blonde named Jessica. They got married two years later with the whole family present and had three kids: William, Mary, and Deanna.
And in this perfect world, Dean felt out of place. He wandered the country, checking in every now and then. He showed up for Sam’s wedding and each of the births.
Momma always gave him a special smile and kissed his cheek and whispered, “You’ll forever have a home with me, you know that, right?” He nodded and kissed her forehead and vanished back down the road.
If given a choice between herself and her son, Mary would forever pick her baby to live. And she was given the choice.
And she made it.
And Dean lived.
Sam never knew that the maybes he saw could never equal the maybe his mother kept from coming to pass. Sam never knew that another world existed, a world where Dean died that night, where Dean was stolen and changed and twisted and turned—a world his mother kept from coming to pass with her blood and flames.
Sam never knew and Mary’s glad because she can’t escape the knowledge.
Dean lived. Not unscathed and not without loss, but he lived.
In a perfect world, there is no pain. Dean knows that. Dean also knows he couldn’t stand to live in such a place because pain is all he has.
And eventually they caught up with the thing that killed Momma. And they killed it, destroyed it, erased it from existence instead of sending it back to Hell.
John collapsed after it was done and with a smile he died.
And Dean cried.
And Sam walked away without looking back.
There is no such thing as a perfect world.
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Date: 2007-09-26 10:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-27 02:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-26 11:58 pm (UTC)from the world that was
Yikes, what a chilling AU! Needless to say, I’m happy the boys don’t seem headed in this direction. It’d hurt to see them fall so hard.
Snapshot
Sam’s too cute in this, all six-year-old anger, and the boy!fighting is cute, too. And of course, at the end, Dean’s an awesome big brother.
Favorite lines:
He sat on the couch, flipping through a magazine, and glanced up to see Sam, ridiculous in pj’s too big and holding an old stuffed dog, with his dark, too-long hair flopping into his eyes.
Aww. *pets Sam*
Perfect World
Ow, ow, ow. This one makes me hurt for them all, especially Dean.
Favorite lines:
In a perfect world, there is no pain. Dean knows that. Dean also knows he couldn’t stand to live in such a place because pain is all he has.
Oh, Dean.
John collapsed after it was done and with a smile he died.
And Dean cried.
And Sam walked away without looking back.
There is no such thing as a perfect world.
And again, I must say Oh, Dean. Such a wrenching ending. *hugs him*
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Date: 2007-09-27 02:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-30 09:34 am (UTC)And the first one...*glee* Dean's the only thing Sam has left. Take that away and Hell breaking loose will seem like a walk in the park. :)
The last one? There's more to Mary than meets the eye and yeah... hard to believe the same wouldn't be true for her firstborn. Poor, poor Dean.
*huggles the disturbing ficlet*
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Date: 2007-09-30 01:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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