Fic: 2 Supernatural Drabbles
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Which, yeah. Sorta says a lot about me, huh?
Title: No Way
Author:
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Rating: PG
Pairing: none; Gen
Note: Challenge 128 - Yellow
Tackling the zombie may have thrown Dean’s back and neck out, but his mouth?
That worked just fine.
“No way, dude,” Dean said, spreadeagled on the motel bed. “No, no, no, and hell no.”
Sam sighed. “You can’t move and I can’t do it for you.”
“It’s gross!”
“Just do it.”
Dean eyed the bottle’s small opening with disgust. “Get me a Gatorade bottle at least. That might be wide enough.”
Sam rolled his eyes, but offered Dean a plastic soda cup from the wastebasket.
He turned around, smiling as Dean cursed.
And fumbled.
And finally sighed in blissful relief.
Title: Returning[Unknown site tag]
Author:twasadark
Rating: G
Pairing: Dean/Cassie
Note: Challenge 125 - Red. I wrote this a while ago, but didn't post it to my journal so that I could actually FIND the thing. :-)
He’s propped up against her doorframe, heart pounding, head swimming, and when the door opens and he sees her face, her coffee brown skin and red red lips, he feels something like a fissure open inside him.
“Dean?” She asks on a warm, sweet breath. Her eyes take in his face, track down his chest to where the hand is pressed over the wound, sticky with blood. “What--?”
He quirks a grin, can’t help himself. “Cassie. Had to see you.”
“God, Dean. God--” Then she’s filling his arms, leading him inside. Welcoming him.
“Yeah,” he says.
And believes.
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Date: 2008-07-05 02:31 pm (UTC)