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SPN Fic: Toast (Pre-series, Gen, R)
Jul. 24th, 2016 10:08 pm
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 iridescent-glitter-dragon 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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Title: The Hunt.
Description: PG/Gen. Young Sam and Dean are at Uncle Bobby’s. Wee!Sam (does eleven qualify as wee?) has to save Dean from some nasty critters but Dean doesn’t believe the creatures exist. (Not Wincest)
Warnings: Hm. This is awkward. There’s no sex, violence, smut, incest, blood, body parts or bodily fluids but there is a big squick and I can’t say what it is because just writing the word is, well, squicky and I can guarantee that 90% of readers will be affected by it but only short term and it isn’t a trigger. It is safe, you will recover. I hope. Really though don’t blame me, you’ve been warned. I had to write the damn thing and I’ll get over it. Unbetaed. Questionable attempt at humor.
Wordcount: ~1,800
Disclaimer: Sam and Dean don’t exist and even if they did they wouldn’t belong to me, also none of this happened. This makes me very sad.
Black Cat and Broomsticks ~ J2 AU
Oct. 31st, 2011 02:27 am
Title: Black Cat and Broomsticks
Description: PG It's Halloween and Jared has been talked into taking a horde of children trick or treating. The 'haunted house' they call at has an unexpected treat. Featuring vet!Jared, zombie!Jensen (or not), Ronald Macdonald, witches, a pumpkin and a cat
Wordcount: ~3,600
Warnings: Kissing, mature language, unabashed schmoop and Halloween ridiculousness.
Disclaimer: This is fiction, pure fantasy folks. Nobody here belongs to me and they’re not likely to get in my van for candy any time soon.
Jared should be pissed that his sister is using Jared’s pathetic, lonely, all work and no play, single existence to her advantage. I mean, he would be, that is if he had time to worry about it, but right now Ronald Macdonald has fallen over, and damn if he’d rather not touch that creepy costume with a bargepole. He will though, because it belongs to Megan’s neighbor’s seven-year old, gluten-intolerant brat.
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