likely_evil | 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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Fun times.

A.
1. Sam/Nellie
2. "She's So High" - Tal Bachman

First class and fancy free
She's high society
She's got the best of everything

What could a guy like me
Ever really offer?
She's perfect as she can be
Why should I even bother?

3.Writer's choice
4. However it comes out
5. Non Demon!Sam verse

B.
1. Sam/Bobby
2. "Cat's In The Cradle" - Harry Chapin

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home dad?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

3. Angst!
4. Any
5. canon or demon!Sam

C. (because I like Dean being pouty)

1. Sam/99
2. "Strong Enough To Be My Man" - Sheryl Crow

Nothing's true and nothing's right
So let me be alone tonight
Cause you can't change the way I am
Are you strong enough to be my man?

3. Writer's choice.
4. Any
5. some AU verse

Anything you want from me? Speak now....

It was Christmas Eve and Sam was in the Impala. He was taking his turn driving on the trip back to New York while Dean was in the passenger seat sleeping.

He had stopped his little pissy fit at his brother yesterday, but something was still bothering him.

Nellie.

He had enjoyed spending time with her while in Tijuana until it had all gotten fucked up. And Sam knew that it was pretty much his fault at this point. He shouldn't have said some of the things he did.

But she was from another world that he didn't know the first thing about. A world of money and having everything that you wanted and not having to do anything to earn it. It was so against what he had been raised - you fought for what you wanted and held the littlest things you had dear.

But he had been rude, and petty, and so he pulled out his phone and dialed her number. He wasn't surprised when it went into voice mail

"Hey Nellie, it's... it's Sam." He shot a quick glance over at his brother to make sure he was sleeping.

"Listen, I know I said some things that really wasn't like me, or very nice. I'm sorry. I'm just... I guess it's just because I don't really know you that well yet that I didn't understand what you were feeling. And I was going to come and talk to you but then that post went up and I got so angry..."

He sighed. "But I've done nothing but think about it after you've left, and I kinda see a bit clearer now and I was wrong, and I'm sorry. I know it's probably a little too late, but I just wanted you to know that."

"We're just... you and me come from two different worlds, and I don't understand yours at all. So ways that we both live and look at the world have to be different, and I guess stupid little things like this which you don't see as meaning a lot tend to be different to me."

He bit his lip. "So yeah, now I'm rambling into your phone and you probably don't even want to talk to me anymore, but I just wanted to call and let you know that I am sorry about what happened. I really did enjoy our time together, and I wish I had been able to talk to you more and just enjoy the time we had."

He hesitated for a moment. "I hope you are at least having a good holiday. And if you want to talk... you have my numbers. uh... so I hope I'll talk to you later. bye."

He tucked the phone back in his pocket and focused on the road. And he felt a bit better now that he had finally done that. He just hoped that it really wasn't too little too late.

It was summer break and Sam was 13 years old and staying at Bobby's for two weeks while Dean and John went on a hunt. John had insisted that Sam not follow them on this one, and instead left him behind with Bobby to research the demon they were chasing.

And Bobby stood in the doorway as he listened to Sam on the phone with his father. The conversation was short, giving the details they had found out.

"Dad... when are you coming back?" Sam asked after he was done. Then he lowered his head. "Yeah, I understand. Bye."

Bobby waited a moment, then cleared his throat. "Sam, you hungry? I think now that we're done we can afford a bit of a celebration."

"I guess." The boy got up, and Bobby shook his head. The kid was still smaller than everyone, but he knew from the length of Sam's arms that he was going to have a major growth spurt soon.

"You could afford me a bit of fake excitement." bobby grabbed a hat off the rack, running his hand over his clean shaven jaw. "What do you feel like? Your choice."

"Can we get pizza?" Sam asked. "There's that place that has the video games and then the comic book store next door?"

"Just as long as you don't spend all day in the store. Yer Dad left you money for food, not fer comics and video games."

Sam just gave him a pout. "I won't tell if you don't."

Shaking his head, Bobby laughed. "Get in the truck, son. We'll negotiate on the way. Maybe you can even show me that video game you like so much there."

Sam's eyes lit up. "It's Ninja Turtles. It's really cool, and you can play. You'd totally be Donatello, and I can be Michelangelo."

Putting his hand on the back of Sam's head, Bobby opened the door so they could start on their way. Normally, Bobby didn't have patience for kids, but Sam and Dean were different. And Bobby cherished each moment.

Even if he would deny it all later.

"So you're really a secret agent?"

"Uh huh." White shirt drifted to the ground.

"And this... CONTROL... wants to recruit me? Why?"

Black silk joined it as 99 climbed into Sam's lap. "Because you're one of the most intelligent men in the country with a skill set that is hard to come by." She wiggled a bit, making Sam groan as her fingers weaved through the hair on the back of his head. "And since Dean died, you've been a loose canon and we can help focus you."

Sam's eyes hardened. "Why me?"

"Sam, demons are all over the place, and the government can't not believe in them. We need to find them in our offices and positions. Ways to protect our heads of state from them. And you have that knowledge all in this pretty little head of yours." She leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "You don't have to hide anymore, and we can give you whatever you need to hunt this Lilith out and stop her. And I want to help you."

"Because of Dean."

"No. Because of you." Her legs wrapped around him tighter and Sam leaned his head back. "Dean is gone, and he wouldn't want us to mourn him. He would want us to go on, and if you need revenge..." she bit his earlobe.

"I want her head on that platter too, Sam. You join up with me, and we'll get her. And others. Just you and me, Agent 23. All you have to do is say yes and be my partner, and we'll take Hell on together."

Sam grit his teeth a moment, then looked at her with hooded eyes. "You're driving a hard bargain here, Agent 99."

"My deal isn't the only thing here that's hard, Sam," she teased, kissing his neck. "So what do you say? We have a deal?"

"Yes," he growled, and then he tilted his head, capturing her lips and sealing the deal like she was a crossroads demon and he had just sold his soul. But instead it was his skills, his talents... and with a few movements of his hands and hips, his body as well.

Christmas Fic Meme!

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Sam/Nellie: She's So High

Sam & Bobby: Cat's in the Cradle

Sam/99 - Strong Enough to Be My Man