As I think I may have mentioned in my profile, I adore that gorgeously naughty and big-hearted rogue Dean Winchester, and more than anything, I adore giving him a hard time in my fanfic stories.
Just wanted to post up a handful of my littlest fanfics to see if anyone liked them, if so, I may get brave and post a few more ...
Needless to say, I don't own the boys, I'm just borrowing them from Mr Kripke and then putting them back where I found them!
BELOW THE BELT
A hunt for a 'Lady in White' doesn't go entirely according to plan.
Sam squatted beside the prone, twitching body of his brother; his hand on Dean's back, trying to offer a little comfort through the fog of pain. That Lady in White had been a slippery bitch; Sam bristled with fury at the thought of what she had done before making her escape.
"You doin' okay there, bro?" he asked softly. Dean uncurled slightly and looked up, wet, green eyes, bulging almost comically out of a sweat-beaded face, "y'm'good", he croaked between gasping breaths.
They hunted evil all the time, regularly facing the worst kind of creatures without flinching; they had seen pure wickedness, the foulest kind of skulking monsters, dripping with malevolence, devoid of any goodness, existing only to create misery and suffering.
But this … to knee a man in the jewels?
They would find her - the bitch was toast.
A teeny weeny little reflection on the bed nearest the door ...
It was always Dean's, the bed nearest the door.
Wherever they stayed, night after night in endless tatty motel rooms across countless empty miles, Dean became Sam's barricade; an impenetrable blockade separating Sammy from the bad things out there in the darkness; an immovable force.
Like a loyal guard dog placing himself in the face of danger without fear, question or second thought; an immovable force.
A sighing, snuffling, fidgeting, pillow kneading, foot twitching immovable force.
Evil never stood a chance.
CLOTHES MAKETH THE MAN
A Winchester shopping trip is way, way overdue ...
Sam opened the laundry bag and sighed; it was a paltry collection.
Eight shrunken T shirts with holes under the armpits
Four ancient pairs of jeans mottled with indeterminate stains;
One fleece hoodie with bald patches;
Thirteen odd socks;
One smoke damaged jacket;
Two pairs of sweatpants with no elastic;
Six moth-eaten plaid shirts with half the buttons hanging off;
It was when a freshly showered Dean appeared through the bathroom door sporting a threadbare pair of blue boxers with a very unfortunately placed hole that Sam bowed to the inevitable.
"Dude, we have GOT to buy some new gear!"
Please let me know if you like them - *wrings hands* - you would make me very happy :-)