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Christmas Fic Meme!

I'm stealing the Christmas fic meme going around, because really, it's not like I don't have enough to do as it is!

So!

I'm going to write ficlets for Christmas. Consider it a gift from me to you. I'm not going to put this in each of my journals, so the muses you are free to request ARE:

likely_evil - Sam Winchester

mini_dean - Ben Braeden

evilhandissue - Lindsey McDonald

facelorran - Face Loran

semihero_pietro - Pietro Maximoff

Fill out the information below. I will grant one or more of your requests depending on time and inspiration. If you want to borrow the meme go right ahead.

Give me up to five requests with the following information:

1. My Muse/Your Muse
2. A song, quote, one word prompt, letter prompt (if letter prompt make sure you say so) or brief description of what you'd like to see them do
3. Fluffy, Angsty, Comedy or writer's choice? ~~slash/wincest is not an option~~
4. Rating request?
5. What timeline or universe is this set in or do you want me to choose?

Pick from any of my muses and any of your muses. Make five requests of the same pairings or mix it up. I'll pick and choose and have something written before the end of the year (hopefully).

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*rubs hands together evilly*

I.
1. Sam/Ruby
2. Believe it or not
3. Writer's choice
4. Whatever works?
5. Wayward -> you pick when in the timeline

II.
1. Lindsey/Felicia
2. Clearly a bad idea.
3. Writer's choice
4. Whatever works?
5. Revenge is Supernatural

III.
1. Dean + Ben
2. First Christmas
3. Fluff!
4. Gish, obviously, since it's little!Ben
5. Fences

IV.
1. Sam/Bela
2. This is easier on you than it is on me.
3. Writer's choice.
4. Whatever works?
5. Happy!Sam verse.

V.
1. Ben + character of your choosing (because I have too many)
2. Open mouth, insert foot.
3. Writer's choice
4. Whatever works
5. Wayward

It was the middle of the night. By this time, the lights on the beach were turned off, and no one was walking along the water that turned cold.

Of course, there were small pockets of people, and in the darkness of a palm tree's shade, two lovers were on a hammock.

Doing something that really... wasn't meant to be done in a hammock. But neither of them was going to back down from the challenge.

However, as fate would dictate, they were in the middle of their moment when Lindsey suddenly realized that his foot was caught in the ropes of the hammock, and it was threatening to cut off his circulation. He tried to shift, but the hammock was unsteady and went in the opposite direction.

"Hey, don't be trying to throw me off just yet," Felicia teased, leaning down to kiss him. "I'm just getting started with my ride."

"I'm caught," Lindsey stated. "Need to move."

"Can't you wait, like a half hour? You'll live."

"Felicia, just give me a second." He tried to shift again, and the hammock swung in a way that the girl on top was flung off him and onto the sand below.

"Lindsey!"

"Sorry, Darlin'... I can't see for shit and it's hurting. I told you this was a bad idea..."

Getting up, Felicia went to go try and free him. His foot was wedged in there pretty good, and finally she sighed and looked at him. "There's no way we can get it out without some light."

"Then get something."

Felicia looked at him, then got a smirk on her lips. "Actually, I think I might like you like this."

His eyes narrowed as he glared at her. "What do you mean?"

The demon moved quickly, finding places to trap not only his other foot, but his hands as well. He struggled, then just looked at Felicia as she climbed back into his lap, settling in her place again with a groan. Then she leaned down over him, his hips swaying a bit in time with the hammock.

"I always wanted my own personal hammock, complete with a helpless man in it." She moved just a bit, getting Lindsey to groan. "Not such a bad idea after all now, huh?"

Heee -- Felicia says she promises to have freed him before he was in danger of losing any appendages.

And I loved this. Thank you!

Believe it or not, I'm walking on air, I never thought I could feel so free...

Ruby threw the Ipod into the backseat, not really wanting to put up with Sam's music choice at the moment. When you have a bleeding Antichrist in the passenger seat, you don't have a love for the finer works of Joey Scarbury.

Just hold on, Sam, Ruby muttered as the car went peeling into the motel's parking lot. She then parked and ran around to the other side, opening the door. "DEAN!" she shouted. "Get the fuck out here now!"

The motel door was already open when Dean heard the tires and he ran out. Ruby was pushed aside as Dean cursed and grabbed his brother, pulling him out of the way too modern car and into the hotel.

"What were you thinking, talking him into doing this?" Dean shouted at Ruby while he pulled Sam's shirt off. The cuts were not deep but they were bleeding and could get infected.

"He's a big boy, Dean, and you didn't see him out there. He took them all out." Ruby was getting the medical supplies on the bed next to Dean.

"And if you two hadn't snuck out while I was asleep, he wouldn't be laying here right now..."

"Will you two shut up already?" Sam groaned. "I've already got a headache."

"Yeah, well wait until you see what I'm going to do to you after I'm done cleaning you up." Dean glared at his brother.

"Dean..."

"Is this what's happening now, Sam? You going to start a hunt with me, then your slutty demon bitch shows up and you follow her off while leaving me behind?"

Sam looked at Ruby, then Dean. "If that's what keeps you alive... yes."

Dean stood up at that, his jaw set. He ran his hand over his face, then looked at Ruby. "Fine, you clean him up then."

"Where are you going?" Sam asked.

"Why should I tell you? You don't return the favor anymore." Dean grabbed his jacket and keys, then left, slamming the door behind him.

Sam closed his eyes and laid his head back on the pillow as Ruby sat beside him, a glass of water and pills in her hands. She helped him take them gently, then started to clean his wounds out carefully.

"Don't let him get to you," she told him. "You know what you have to do. He'll understand. Eventually."

"And what if he doesn't?" Sam asked her. "If I stop, he dies."

"Don't go there, Sam. The options there aren't fun. He'll understand, I promise." She wiped the cloth across his face, and hoped that he didn't hear the lie in her voice. Because she could see that Dean wouldn't understand, and that sooner or later, they were going to hit a crossroads.

And Ruby was going to have to lead Sam on a different road from where Dean traveled.

It was in the morning when Dean woke up to see the Christmas tree with the air fresheners on it that he remembered. "Shit, Sammy pack up we have to move!"

Sam woke up, a bit hung over from the eggnog. "What? What's wrong Dean?" Are there cops outside? FBI?

"I promised Lisa and Ben we'd be back by now for Christmas Morning. It's the kid's first one with me, and I've got to get there." Dean was already throwing things in the bag, then walked over to the tree. He took one of the air fresheners and stuck it in his pocket. "If we leave now, we can be there by dinner."

*~*

Ben was in the living room, staring out the window. It had started to snow, and it was getting dark and he was just waiting for the headlights of the Impala to come into view.

Lisa sat on the couch and sipped her tea. She was trying to read, but her eyes were locked on her son as he waited patiently. It was getting late, and she really didn't want to disappoint him in saying that Dean wasn't going to make it.

He had called early that morning but that was the last she had heard from him. Lisa hadn't wanted to get Ben's hopes up with inviting Dean to Christmas, but he was Dean's son too, and he couldn't deny him this.

There were still presents under the tree. Ben refused to open any until Dean was there. And now, it was almost six o'clock and...

"Mom, I see them!" Ben's face brightened instantly and he ran for the door. Lisa got up, putting her book down as she followed behind him.

The Impala pulled to a stop in the driveway and Ben waited until the car shut down before taking off out the door. Dean was barely out of the car when he scooped Ben up into his arms, hugging him tight.

"I knew you were gonna make it. I just knew it!"

Sam leaned over the roof of the car, smiling at he watched his brother hug his son. "Of course I'd make it," Dean said. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. In fact, Santa and I even made a deal and he left me some gifts to give you."

"He did?" Ben's eyes were wide as Dean grabbed the Walmart bag and then shut the Impala's door.

"Of course. Santa and I are like best friends. Right Sam?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Of course. Listen, I'm gonna go find us a place for the night. You guys... do your thing."

"Sam, you can come in," Lisa smiled. "I think Santa left you some things under the tree as well."

"He's a grinch, Lisa. Let him inside, and he'll find a way to shove the tree up the chimney." Dean turned to smirk at his little brother. Then, Dean sent the ultimate weapon at his brother.

Ben left Dean's arms and went to Sam, grabbing his sleeve. "Please Uncle Sam? Mom made dinner and everything and there's a spot for you and I made cookies."

"Ok, ok..." Sam let Ben drag him inside, unable to resist the cute 8 year old.

*~*

After dinner and presents, Dean sat on the couch as he flipped through the book that Lisa had gotten him. Sam had left after dinner to find a place to stay, and Dean opted to stay at Lisa's for the night.

"Dean?"

Turning his head, Dean saw Ben standing at the bottom of the stairs with his hair still wet from his bath. "yeah, kiddo?"

Ben came over, climbing to curl up on top of Dean on the couch. "You like stuff Santa got you?" Dean asked his son, shifting a bit so they can be more comfortable.

"Yup. I got everything that I wanted. And you." Ben smiled.

"So what, I'm a big present now?" Dean laughed.

"Yup. I asked Santa for a Dad last year. He was a bit alte getting me one, but he did. Santa totally rules."

Dean just pulled Ben close and hugged him tight. He didn't have the heart to tell Ben there will be a day in just a few months that he wouldn't come back.

"So, still think there are a few cookies left in the kitchen?" Dean looked at his son with a mischievous smirk.

"But I just brushed my teeth."

"Well, you can brush them again after we eat a few. it's Christmas, after all." Picking Ben up, Dean walked towards the kitchen to have some cookies with his son and just be a good father for once.

The one line about Dean not coming back made my heart hurt. But otherwise, I loved it. Thank you!

This fulfills Sam/Bela as the situation was easier for Bela to leave in the morning than Sam, apparently...

http://community.livejournal.com/justtostayalive/1390.html

Dinnertime at Mama's was always interesting. It had gotten to a point where there were not enough chairs around the table for everyone, so dinner was in shifts.

Noah was feeding Blake while the twins ate and Anna, Gina, Jen and Roxanne talked about going to the mall for some new clothes. Seth and Ben were outside, working on cutting firewood and stacking it since it was getting cold again and they were running low.

They came in to rebuild the fire as the twins finished their meals, and as they brothers headed to their lair, Ben and Seth went to take a spot at the table.

Anna looked up at Ben who was shirtless from working and smirked. "Now isn't that a sight to take in?" She teased.

Gina looked over the back of her seat and laughed. "Just like his daddy, Anna. In each and every fine way."

Ben made to open him mouth to retort but Noah stood up and pointed at him. "You, out."

"But I didn't say anything!"

"No, but your thinking is loud and clear. Out."

Ben just shook his head, then turned around and walked back into the living room, waiting until Noah and Blake were done before he could go in and have dinner.

Anna walked out a few seconds later, tossing him a biscuit. She then got behind him, loped her arms over his shoulder. "That's what you get for having a dirty mind," she whispered in his ear, then kissed his neck.

"Like you're any better," Ben pointed out, nibbling on the biscuit.

"Yeah, but at least I remember to keep my shields up around the 3 year old." She smiled and leaned in closer. "Though you're free to share those thoughts with me after the kid's in bed."

He smiled at her...

"BEN GET OUT OF THE HOUSE NOW!"

Anna just laughed as Ben closed his eyes. "His range isn't even this far!" Ben shouted back.

"I know, but mine is and I don't want that image in my head ever again."

Anna shook her head and moved away from him. "Bad bad boy..." she teased, heading upstairs. "Don't freeze out there."

Ben just scowled and grabbed his jacket. He could take a nap in his car until it was his dinner time.

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Christmas Fic Meme!

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Lindsey/Felicia - Clearly a bad idea.

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Dean & Ben - First Christmas

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Ben: Open Foot, Insert Mouth