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withimpunity) wrote2008-02-14 02:27 pm
withimpunity) wrote2008-02-14 02:27 pm
Entry tags:
spn drabbles: orange // red
Title: Sibling Rivalry
Pairing: RPS - J2
Rating: G
Words: 100
Prompt: Red
Disclaimer: These are real dudes, of course I don’t own them, also this is fictional and never happened. Probably.
“I want a red one.”
“No, I like the red ones. Back off.”
“Yeah well, so do I! Hand them over!”
“Boys,” Kim sighed exasperatedly, scrubbing his face with the heels of his hands. “Marcie, could you please get us more snacks?”
“M and M’s!” Jared shouted as the new P.A. shuffled off the set.
“I call red,” Jensen grinned smugly and leaned back in his chair, Jared of course, tipping him backwards, and then they were at it again.
Kim closed his eyes and sighed. Sometimes he wondered if Jensen and Jared were aware that they weren’t actually brothers.
Title: Protector
Characters: Dean, Sam
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Prompt: Orange
Disclaimer: All your Supernatural are belong to Kripke and Co. Not I.
Bright orange flames licked and twirled around their father’s body, dancing an ancient dance of grief and honor. Sam stood next to him, hot tears falling down his face, splashing on his hands, but Dean remained. John’s words echoed in his ears like rolling thunder in the mountains, an omen of what was to come.
If that happens, you’ll have to kill him.
Dean had said that he’d be the one to bury them both, but damned if he was going to be the reason Sam was in the ground. He’d find a way to save him. Didn’t he always?
Pairing: RPS - J2
Rating: G
Words: 100
Prompt: Red
Disclaimer: These are real dudes, of course I don’t own them, also this is fictional and never happened. Probably.
“I want a red one.”
“No, I like the red ones. Back off.”
“Yeah well, so do I! Hand them over!”
“Boys,” Kim sighed exasperatedly, scrubbing his face with the heels of his hands. “Marcie, could you please get us more snacks?”
“M and M’s!” Jared shouted as the new P.A. shuffled off the set.
“I call red,” Jensen grinned smugly and leaned back in his chair, Jared of course, tipping him backwards, and then they were at it again.
Kim closed his eyes and sighed. Sometimes he wondered if Jensen and Jared were aware that they weren’t actually brothers.
Title: Protector
Characters: Dean, Sam
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Prompt: Orange
Disclaimer: All your Supernatural are belong to Kripke and Co. Not I.
Bright orange flames licked and twirled around their father’s body, dancing an ancient dance of grief and honor. Sam stood next to him, hot tears falling down his face, splashing on his hands, but Dean remained. John’s words echoed in his ears like rolling thunder in the mountains, an omen of what was to come.
If that happens, you’ll have to kill him.
Dean had said that he’d be the one to bury them both, but damned if he was going to be the reason Sam was in the ground. He’d find a way to save him. Didn’t he always?