spn drabbles / dos
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withimpunityHokai, well apparently I felt like drabbling.
Title: You’re Disguise Is Slipping
Pairing: Sam/Dean (Sam is 14)
Rating: PG-13
Words: 100
Prompt: 014 @![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
winchesters100 ‘pot calling the kettle black’
Sam’s fourteen and Dean has some thing’s claw in his side and he’s bleeding to death and Sam slips. It’s only once, but once is all it takes.
John turns around to see Sammy cradling Dean’s face, blood spreading between his fingers as he applies pressure to Dean’s wound.
Its not the way any boy should kiss his brother, John tells him in loud, punctuated syllables when they’re back at the hotel and Dean’s sewn up.
“I don’t care. We need each other.”
John stares him down and tells him it’s wrong.
Sam smiles, because they both know he‘s right.
Title: Sum Quod Eris
Characters: Mary, Sammy
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Prompt: ‘face the music’ for100_ghosts
A/n: sum quod eris - i am what you will be
Mary doesn’t forget about that night, that kiss. She can still taste the sting of sulfur on the back of her tongue when the memory of that night surfaces.
She doesn’t think about the demon and his promise, nor does she forget it. She watches the years pass like months on a calendar and she waits. Seventy-two days until he’ll come -- for her, for John, maybe for the children.
Mary rocks Sammy against her breast, lulling him to sleep with practiced latin, exorcisms her own father had whispered to her when she this small.
Seventy-two days. She’ll be ready.
Title: You’re Disguise Is Slipping
Pairing: Sam/Dean (Sam is 14)
Rating: PG-13
Words: 100
Prompt: 014 @
winchesters100 ‘pot calling the kettle black’Sam’s fourteen and Dean has some thing’s claw in his side and he’s bleeding to death and Sam slips. It’s only once, but once is all it takes.
John turns around to see Sammy cradling Dean’s face, blood spreading between his fingers as he applies pressure to Dean’s wound.
Its not the way any boy should kiss his brother, John tells him in loud, punctuated syllables when they’re back at the hotel and Dean’s sewn up.
“I don’t care. We need each other.”
John stares him down and tells him it’s wrong.
Sam smiles, because they both know he‘s right.
Title: Sum Quod Eris
Characters: Mary, Sammy
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Prompt: ‘face the music’ for
100_ghostsA/n: sum quod eris - i am what you will be
Mary doesn’t forget about that night, that kiss. She can still taste the sting of sulfur on the back of her tongue when the memory of that night surfaces.
She doesn’t think about the demon and his promise, nor does she forget it. She watches the years pass like months on a calendar and she waits. Seventy-two days until he’ll come -- for her, for John, maybe for the children.
Mary rocks Sammy against her breast, lulling him to sleep with practiced latin, exorcisms her own father had whispered to her when she this small.
Seventy-two days. She’ll be ready.
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