spn drabbles
Apr. 15th, 2008 04:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
withimpunityTitle: Priorities
Pairing: Dean/ofc sorta
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Prompt: Break up for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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“He’s always around,” She whined, bubblegum pink fingernails tapping on the dash of the car.
“He’s my little brother,” Dean told her, felt like the hundredth time he’d said it. “My Dad’s away on business a lot, so I gotta look after him.”
“He’s fourteen, Dean. He doesn’t need a babysitter. Can’t you just send him some where for a little while?” She ran her index finger not-so-subtlety down the vee of her blouse.
“Sorry, can’t,” Dean replied without hesitation, wincing when the passenger door slammed against the frame, two words hanging thick in the air. It’s over.
Title: Quarter till Midnight
Pairing: none; Sam
Rating: PG-13
Words: 100
Prompt: break up
a/n: this might only make sense to me. Lmk if you don't get it, lol.
“Yeah, I’m on my way, Bobby. I‘ll be there soon.”
“Sam,…it…Dean…for…”
“Bobby? Listen man, you’re breaking up. Let me…”
Sam flipped his cell phone shut, his reception suddenly the last thing on his mind. Static buzzed from the car‘s radio, the dash lights fading in and out the closer he got to the junkyard. He’d seen this before, two years ago outside a home in Salvation, Iowa.
He barely slowed the Impala to thirty as he steered into the junkyard. Bobby was waiting on the porch; he wasn’t wearing his hat.
Sam crumbled to the dirt. He was too late.
Pairing: Dean/ofc sorta
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Prompt: Break up for
100_ghosts “He’s always around,” She whined, bubblegum pink fingernails tapping on the dash of the car.
“He’s my little brother,” Dean told her, felt like the hundredth time he’d said it. “My Dad’s away on business a lot, so I gotta look after him.”
“He’s fourteen, Dean. He doesn’t need a babysitter. Can’t you just send him some where for a little while?” She ran her index finger not-so-subtlety down the vee of her blouse.
“Sorry, can’t,” Dean replied without hesitation, wincing when the passenger door slammed against the frame, two words hanging thick in the air. It’s over.
Title: Quarter till Midnight
Pairing: none; Sam
Rating: PG-13
Words: 100
Prompt: break up
a/n: this might only make sense to me. Lmk if you don't get it, lol.
“Yeah, I’m on my way, Bobby. I‘ll be there soon.”
“Sam,…it…Dean…for…”
“Bobby? Listen man, you’re breaking up. Let me…”
Sam flipped his cell phone shut, his reception suddenly the last thing on his mind. Static buzzed from the car‘s radio, the dash lights fading in and out the closer he got to the junkyard. He’d seen this before, two years ago outside a home in Salvation, Iowa.
He barely slowed the Impala to thirty as he steered into the junkyard. Bobby was waiting on the porch; he wasn’t wearing his hat.
Sam crumbled to the dirt. He was too late.
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Date: 2008-04-15 04:27 pm (UTC)The problem with 100 words is there's not enough of them! \o/
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Date: 2008-04-15 04:30 pm (UTC)The problem with 100 words is there's not enough of them! \o/
*g*
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Date: 2008-04-15 05:04 pm (UTC)