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Apparently, what inspires most of my SPN short fic is tiny details in the script which get under my skin. Today was one of those days.

Title: Toast
Rating: Gen. Suitable for all.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester
Description: Weechesters. Fast-written ficlet inspired by a post on Tumblr by
wondering what past events led to Sam's comment about John which Dean doesn't defend, "the man can't work a toaster".
Warnings: traumatized Dean, angst
Length: ~1K
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks. Neither the boys or their world belong to me. I'm playing for fun, not profit.

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IDK. My kids grew up with Pokemon. They are out there now, fully grown and hunting them. We played too much Pokemon Trainer during holidays and wet days. I watch too much Supernatural, invest too much time in Sam and Dean. All of this combines to DO STUFF to my brain. A weird ficlet was the result.
This isn't a crossover, more a 'what if Pokemon Go is available in their world too' fic and only a vague knowledge of Pokemon Go is required to understand it.


Title: Gotta Catch 'em All
Rating: Gen. Suitable for all.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Mary Winchester, OFC
Description: Season 12 is the year that Sam and Dean gotta catch 'em all. It's all the old monsters with nerdy new prey.
Warnings: None
Length:
~700 words
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, neither the boys and their world or Pokemon GO belong to me.*damn*


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It was bound to happen sooner or later. I fell hard for 'In the Flesh'  - but just how it is that the first voice that demands to be ficced is Gary Kendal, I have no idea. I suppose, when you are the object of everyone's hate (rightfully so), it makes a character hungry to be heard.


Title: Consumed
Rating: Gen
Description: 'He isn't consumed quickly'

A short headcanon fic for Gary Kendal.
Wordcount: ~400
Warnings:
none
Disclaimer: Gary Kendal belongs to BBCthree, In the Flesh, and I gladly hand him back once I've finished playing with him. Not true.

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Title: Educating Lucifer
Rating: U (all readers)
Description: Crack. Drabble/Art.  S7. After The Born Again Identity Sam finds a scrap of paper that Hallucifer left behind. Reproduced for the DEW (drabbles every weekend) challenge at [livejournal.com profile] spn_bigpretzel for the prompts Lucifer and writing.
Since this is technically Hallucifer, there are shades of Sam in it.

Wordcount: 100
Warnings: none

Disclaimer: Unfortunately experts cannot confirm the authenticity of this document, but it sure looks like Lucifer's handwriting to me.


Silliness ahead... )
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Okay, I know - I haven't been here forever. I haven't written a word for months and can't keep concentration to read for long either.

I've had to put all my energies into getting better, I've changed meds more times than I've had hot dinners and I've started a course of talking therapy that will last for several more months. On the plus side I can actually get out of bed and do normal stuff like hoovering some days - I've even been known to go to the shops on my own in the last few weeks (shocking I know). On the other hand I am emotionally drained every single day and it's drained my creativity too.

Why do I feel the need to explain all of a sudden?  Well - this is it - the sum total of any writing for the last few months and it is only 5 minutes of madness brought about by Raggles-the-rabbit at Borders pet rescue. I was gonna ask for fic from others, or add it to the Easter bunny drabble I wrote, but words sort of happened when I posted it on Tumblr... because this is so definitely S7 Sam right?

Right now any words feel good, however cliche, short, or generally silly they are. This sort of follows on from Bunny Trouble but it's totally readable without that. So here they are:-

raggles

"What the hell, Sammy?! I knew it! I told you! Eating all that rabbit food was just wrong! I mean, there was a hog roast at that fayre, man."

*twitch*

Dean chuckles. “Hey, you couldn’t even lose the sideburns. Ha! Oh, brother they have to go!”

*Thump, hop, crash*

Dean nosedives to the floor as Sam flees under the bed.

"Sam, Sam-my, Sam,Sam, Sammy… "

Dean proffers lettuce.

*Twitch, nibble, hop* onto Dean’s lap.

"Oomph! Holy shit, you couldn’t be a normal size rabbit could you?"

*snuggle*

Dean strokes Sam. His fur really is very soft, and this witch case has been very tiring.

*snuggle*

*snore*

*magical poof*

*snore, snuggle, stroke*

"Um, Dean? What the hell? Not enough room in this bed… and let go of my hair dude…"

{On a serious note, Raggles is a giant lionhead rabbit with a sweet personality, who was abandoned in woodland by his owner because his fur was matted. His resultant sores were terrible. He’s been shaved and treated and is now looking for a forever home in the Scottish Borders with a neutered female rabbit - see link if you’re interested.}

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Happy holidays to all my readers. I have barely written a word recently so I figured I should try to give you something, however little. I tried to get chocolate eggs over the inter-waves but it just made a sticky mess of my modem ;)

Title: Bunny Trouble (SPN, Gen)
Rating: Gen
Description: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester. Dean freakin' hates witches. Just a little easter bunny fluff for my readers.
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Warnings: crack, big bunny fluff, a teeny tiny bit of suggestive language.
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the only bunny that belongs to me is the plot bunny.

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“Son of a bitch, Sammy! Freakin’ witches!”

Dean peered frantically into the fayre’s easter-rabbit enclosure. He lifted out the huge, brown bunny and sidled through the crowd toward the impala.

He ran fingers through soft fur. Damn but bunny-Sam was cute. His fingers stroked further – “Still a BIG boy,” Dean chuckled, as he walked into a solid wall of… Sam.

“Forgot the rosemary...” Sam said, “Er, Dean…?”

Dean looked up at his brother and back at the rabbit.

Sam’s shoulders heaved with laughter.

“Um, Happy Easter?” Dean improvised, shoving the rabbit at his brother with a grin.

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Description
: Gen. Loosely set at the end of season 9, using storyline up to 9.15. Dean will do anything to atone for the possession of Sam by Gadreel, even this.

Rating: PG-13
Warnings: *Spoilers* for season 9 up to 9.15, major character death, blood and gore.
Length: ~1,600 words
Disclaimer: This is all fiction, pure fantasy folks. Kripke and CW get to keep the boys *damn*

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Title: Pie in a Motel Room

Rating: G
Description: A quick glimpse of Dean on his birthday, because after 9.11 the thought of it hurt. (Gen)
Warnings: Spoiler for season 9 up to 9.11
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the boys and their world don't belong to me.*damn*
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After completing two tough and dark challenges (big bang and evil!Sam) I thought a light cracky, drabble might clear my head before I return to writing some of my neglected projects. So, it's Sunday, sit down, have a coffee with cupcakes, and a 'lil bite of J2.

Title: Forbidden Snack
Rating: G
Description: Non-AU (except J2 are a couple, still living together) Jensen bakes cakes. Jared ignores his instruction not to touch.
Warnings: Um, unwise snacking, schmoop
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: This is all fiction folks, the boys don't belong to me and they aren't getting in my van for candy cakes any time soon.
Forbidden Snack

Jared breathes the rich aroma. It's warm and sweet, vanilla, moms, and hugs.

There are sixty golden cupcakes, cooling in rows, that Jensen has baked for his charity.

Jensen waggles his finger, “Don't touch!” he grins, and walks away.

But there's another, slightly misshapen cake, to one side.

Just a sniff...a taste...

Jensen returns. He gapes at Jared, “Jared!”

Crumbs flutter like confetti, and Jared swallows – something hard.

“Did you eat it?”

Jared gives puppy eyes that widen when they see an empty ring box in Jensen's hand.

Jensen rolls his eyes, and kneels, “Will you marry me? Idiot.”
~end~
To sequel: Snack Therapy

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