drabbles: The Losers and Supernatural - het, slash, AU, PG, R

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Title: No one thought how precious it was
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: pre-series
Pairings: Sam/Jessica
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 260
Point of view: third
Prompt: peeps

 

Easter morning, Sam gets up and finds two baskets on the kitchen counter. He carefully approaches and gently examines them, searching for anything dangerous.

One has the shower gel Jessica favors, a handful of miniature Reese’s, blue Peeps, and new charcoal pencils. The other basket has aftershave Sam hasn’t seen since a novelty store in South Dakota, a Hershey bar, a generic cereal box toy, and a gorgeous knife honed razor sharp.

He hears Jessica stirring, so Sam quickly secrets the knife away. The rest, though, he lets remain out. Jess doesn’t have to know Sam’s not the one who remembered Easter.

Sam’s kind of annoyed that Dean got in and out without waking him, but not surprised.

“Sam?” Jessica says, entering the kitchen with a yawn. She pauses when she sees the baskets, but then she smiles. “Baby, did the Easter Bunny come last night?”

He shrugs; she chuckles and sashays to him, pulling him down for a kiss. “Thank you,” she whispers against his lips. Before he lets her go, he presses a kiss to her forehead. Jessica gleefully explores her basket and Sam watches her, smiling. She bites the head off one of the Peeps and saunters back to Sam, settling against him. 

“Want some?” she asks, offering the headless Peep. He nibbles at it, kissing her fingertips.

“I love you, Jess,” he says.

“Come back to bed,” she whispers in his ear. He lets her pull him to the bedroom and makes a mental note to call Dean later, and then he focuses completely on Jessica.



 

Title: The summer flowers depart
Fandom: The Losers movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Browning
Warnings: AU during movie; character death
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 95
Point of view: third

They all hear, Clay, I need an exit. Clay gives the direction, but Cougar isn’t there, not yet. He spent an extra half a minute dealing with guards who shouldn’t have been there, so he’s not in place when Jensen needs back-up.

They all hear Jensen’s bullshit, trying to buy time. They all hear the shot and one of the guards stuttering an apology, with tears in his voice.

Cougar is half a minute too late. He stares through the scope, sees the guards crouched over Jensen, and pulls the trigger three times. 

Title: Somewhere there’s a stolen halo
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Dean&Sam aren’t mine; title from Big&Rich
Warnings: vampire!AU
Pairings: Dean/Sam
Rating: R
Wordcount: 300
Point of view: third
Prompt: calorie

“Hey,” Dean laughs, leaning back. “Dude, this one tastes like a Big Mac.” He shoves the man towards his brother. “Have a sip.”

Sam grabs him and sinks in, gulping down hot blood. “You’re right,” he says after pulling out. “Guess now we have to find some fries.”

He lets the man fall, slumping down to lie motionless on the floor. Dean crouches and yanks him far enough up to finish the meal. Sam moves on to the man’s wife, shielding the two kids with her own body.

“Please,” the woman begs. “Don’t hurt them.”

Sam smiles. “It won’t hurt, ma’am.”

She sobs, pushing herself backwards, staying between Sam and a sweet treat.

Dean stands back up, wiping at his mouth. “Lady,” he says, “quit puttin’ off the inevitable, ‘kay?”

Lunging forward, Sam grabs the woman’s arm. The kids finally start screaming, but Dean takes care of them, slamming the boy into the wall and gently nipping the girl’s neck.

Sam’s meal tastes like strawberries, and Dean tells him the girl’s blood is chocolate. They share the boy before they go, and leave all four where they fall.

“Should we clean up?” Sam asks at the door.

Dean pulls him in for a kiss and they exchange the last remnants of their dinner, reaching deep into each other. “So glad we don’t need to breathe anymore,” Dean mutters when they separate. He swoops back in for a quick bite, nibbling on Sam’s lip until it bleeds so he can lick up the drops. 

Sam chuckles, stroking the back of Dean’s head. “I’ll take that as a no.” He leads the way to the car, setting into his seat with a satisfied sigh. Dean starts the car, crowing with the roar, and they hurry away into the dawn.