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justprompts: Addiction and Downfall
Aug. 8th, 2009 11:01 pmooc: inspired by this picture. Takes place the morning after this.
Sam turned over in his bed, unable to sleep. He was shaking and covered in sweat, having woken up with the nurse's screams in his ears. It had been a few days now since he had that nightmare, and he had hoped that they were gone.
Please no! PLEASE!
He tried to fake sleeping, but his brother was too good. "You ok, Sammy?"
"Yeah." Sam sat up, rubbing his eyes with a hand. "Just not tired."
"Uh huh."
Sam looked over at the clock. "It's almost morning anyway. I'll go get us breakfast."
Dean rolled over to watch Sam a moment. "Sam... take a gun with you."
( . . . )
Sam turned over in his bed, unable to sleep. He was shaking and covered in sweat, having woken up with the nurse's screams in his ears. It had been a few days now since he had that nightmare, and he had hoped that they were gone.
Please no! PLEASE!
He tried to fake sleeping, but his brother was too good. "You ok, Sammy?"
"Yeah." Sam sat up, rubbing his eyes with a hand. "Just not tired."
"Uh huh."
Sam looked over at the clock. "It's almost morning anyway. I'll go get us breakfast."
Dean rolled over to watch Sam a moment. "Sam... take a gun with you."
( . . . )
Just doing a minor friends cut. Sam has a lot of people that he follows because of other pups and it's getting a bit overwhelming weeding out who is for who, so I'm going to be taking off people that either are not directly Sam's friend, or that I don't watch on any other journal.
That's all :)
That's all :)
I remembered each flash
as time began to blur
Like a startling sign
that fate had finally found me
-Linkin' Park "New Divide"
He had been keeping it a secret. Dean didn't like secrets but Sam knew he couldn't tell Dean. Dean would worry. Dean always worried and this was not a good thing for Dean to worry about. It would bring back bad memories and he would get sad and Sam couldn't make Dean sad. He hated making Dean sad.
But his head was hurting again, so he hid in the bathroom and pretended to take a shower. It was running, but he wasn't in it. Instead he was sitting between the toilet and sink with his head in his hands, trying to get the pain to stop.
And the pictures. He scrunched his eyes shut and there were people there and they were hurting and he didn't know who they were or what was happening. But they hurt and it made him hurt to the point where he wants to stab out his eyeballs so he didn't have to see anymore.
First they were in his dreams. He remembered how they had started like that before and now it was again. He curled up into Dean on those nights. Dean always made the bad things go away. But these weren't like his bad dreams Pain. Hurt. Fire. Smoke. DEAN! They were real and he knew it somewhere which made them hurt more.
Then they started to happen when he was awake. So far they happened when Dean and Alec were gone. He didn't know what to do, and curled up on Dean's bed and clung to his pillow... if he could make it. And sometimes he knew what the dreams were and he could sneak away and try to help. Dean and Alec would be mad if they knew he was on his own helping people. But if he helped them the pain went away.
These pictures though came when Dean was just finishing his shower. Sam couldn't get into the room fast enough that the steam and the smell of Dean's body wash was still in the air. The sound of the water hid his whimpers as he rocked back and forth, trying not to see the pictures.
A little girl. A demon was in her. She was killing people. There was a preacher. He was a good man but she slit his throat and then started to use his blood like finger paints. Pretty pictures of things he remembered from the books in Bobby's place that smelt like magic and leather. She then smiled and the pictures went away.
He had lost track of how long he was in the bathroom, curled up. He wanted them to go away. They hurt and reminded him of how he had become a demon and it wasn't fair and he was dead and they should be gone and not here where it will make Dean sad and angry and...
Another stab of pain had Sam curled up tighter, making pitiful whimpering noises and just wanting it to stop. To go away. To be a normal boy again and not a demon or a freak. He wanted to be Sammy again. Not this.
It hurt too much.
as time began to blur
Like a startling sign
that fate had finally found me
-Linkin' Park "New Divide"
He had been keeping it a secret. Dean didn't like secrets but Sam knew he couldn't tell Dean. Dean would worry. Dean always worried and this was not a good thing for Dean to worry about. It would bring back bad memories and he would get sad and Sam couldn't make Dean sad. He hated making Dean sad.
But his head was hurting again, so he hid in the bathroom and pretended to take a shower. It was running, but he wasn't in it. Instead he was sitting between the toilet and sink with his head in his hands, trying to get the pain to stop.
And the pictures. He scrunched his eyes shut and there were people there and they were hurting and he didn't know who they were or what was happening. But they hurt and it made him hurt to the point where he wants to stab out his eyeballs so he didn't have to see anymore.
First they were in his dreams. He remembered how they had started like that before and now it was again. He curled up into Dean on those nights. Dean always made the bad things go away. But these weren't like his bad dreams Pain. Hurt. Fire. Smoke. DEAN! They were real and he knew it somewhere which made them hurt more.
Then they started to happen when he was awake. So far they happened when Dean and Alec were gone. He didn't know what to do, and curled up on Dean's bed and clung to his pillow... if he could make it. And sometimes he knew what the dreams were and he could sneak away and try to help. Dean and Alec would be mad if they knew he was on his own helping people. But if he helped them the pain went away.
These pictures though came when Dean was just finishing his shower. Sam couldn't get into the room fast enough that the steam and the smell of Dean's body wash was still in the air. The sound of the water hid his whimpers as he rocked back and forth, trying not to see the pictures.
A little girl. A demon was in her. She was killing people. There was a preacher. He was a good man but she slit his throat and then started to use his blood like finger paints. Pretty pictures of things he remembered from the books in Bobby's place that smelt like magic and leather. She then smiled and the pictures went away.
He had lost track of how long he was in the bathroom, curled up. He wanted them to go away. They hurt and reminded him of how he had become a demon and it wasn't fair and he was dead and they should be gone and not here where it will make Dean sad and angry and...
Another stab of pain had Sam curled up tighter, making pitiful whimpering noises and just wanting it to stop. To go away. To be a normal boy again and not a demon or a freak. He wanted to be Sammy again. Not this.
It hurt too much.
It's not enough to say that I miss you
I feel so untouched right now
Need you so much somehow
Sam owed a lot to his brother these last two months. It felt like Dean had given up his life to take care of his pain in the ass little brother. Between the withdrawal symptoms making Sam sicker than he had ever felt some days, plus the dread in waiting for the other demonic shoe to drop... maybe it was easier to just take care of him than worry about what was to come.
Part of taking care of Sam seemed to involve the promise of them passing through Smallville on occasion, just so Sam could spend anywhere from a few hours to a day with Lana. It was part of his mental health that needed it... plus Sam missed Lana so much when they were on the road, unable to talk beyond a phone call or text message.
The stop in Smallville this time was not something Sam knew was going to happen, so Lana had no idea that they were in town. Dean had checked them into a motel - two separate rooms - and told Sam they had two days and he didn't expect to see Sam for most of it (but to check in).
Sam held his cell phone in his hand a moment to call Lana and let her know, then stopped himself. A smirk came to his face as he thought about something that Lana had always strongly hinted at wanting to do.
He'd be embarrassed by the thought of doing what he was about to do, but he had nothing else to do, and he really wanted to see her as soon as possible.
Which would be the reason why Sam appeared at her office building, a trench coat pulled tight around him as he strolled to the hall where her corner office was. He talked with her secretary, and she recognized his name from all the times Lana had talked about him. Lana was at a meeting, but the secretary was willing to help him in his romantic notions.
They closed the shades, turned down the lights, and Sam reclined in one of the guest chairs just hidden from the entrance so that Lana wouldn't see him until she closed the door. And her secretary would leave for lunch when she got back, closing and locking the outer doors as she left so that they wouldn't be disturbed during a very special lunch meeting.
I feel so untouched right now
Need you so much somehow
Sam owed a lot to his brother these last two months. It felt like Dean had given up his life to take care of his pain in the ass little brother. Between the withdrawal symptoms making Sam sicker than he had ever felt some days, plus the dread in waiting for the other demonic shoe to drop... maybe it was easier to just take care of him than worry about what was to come.
Part of taking care of Sam seemed to involve the promise of them passing through Smallville on occasion, just so Sam could spend anywhere from a few hours to a day with Lana. It was part of his mental health that needed it... plus Sam missed Lana so much when they were on the road, unable to talk beyond a phone call or text message.
The stop in Smallville this time was not something Sam knew was going to happen, so Lana had no idea that they were in town. Dean had checked them into a motel - two separate rooms - and told Sam they had two days and he didn't expect to see Sam for most of it (but to check in).
Sam held his cell phone in his hand a moment to call Lana and let her know, then stopped himself. A smirk came to his face as he thought about something that Lana had always strongly hinted at wanting to do.
He'd be embarrassed by the thought of doing what he was about to do, but he had nothing else to do, and he really wanted to see her as soon as possible.
Which would be the reason why Sam appeared at her office building, a trench coat pulled tight around him as he strolled to the hall where her corner office was. He talked with her secretary, and she recognized his name from all the times Lana had talked about him. Lana was at a meeting, but the secretary was willing to help him in his romantic notions.
They closed the shades, turned down the lights, and Sam reclined in one of the guest chairs just hidden from the entrance so that Lana wouldn't see him until she closed the door. And her secretary would leave for lunch when she got back, closing and locking the outer doors as she left so that they wouldn't be disturbed during a very special lunch meeting.
justprompts: Watch out!
Jul. 12th, 2009 07:11 pmooc: in response to this. Michael and Bela (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
enjoythe_ride) are used with love and permission.
Sam couldn't believe it. He had seen it with his own eyes, but still it was too amazing to have happened.
His baby boy walked. Ran. Right to him.
The pride going through him just wasn't something he could even measure. Mikey was growing up so fast and Bela was the one who witnessed all of the firsts. Dean had told him that it was normal when Sam pouted after missing each one, but this memory was going to be his.
Dinner was forgotten as he spent the next hour putting Mikey on the ground, letting him explore the world now on two legs. He winced the few times his son took a bad fall, but watched him just pick himself up and keep trying.
He had learned months ago now that his son was smart and could figure a lot of things out for himself. But it was moments like this where Sam was reminded about that. However, when Michael was about to take a header into the television stand, Sam was up and grabbed him before anything was broken or bruised.
The sound of keys in the door got Sam's attention and he went into the hallway. Bela was just stepping in, tossing her keys on the table when Sam appeared a few feet away from her, Michael in his arms. "Hey."
"Hey." Bela looked towards the kitchen. "Something happen? I don't see dinner ready."
"You could say that." Leaning down, Sam put their son on the ground on his two feet. "Go to Mommy."
Michael smiled his chubby baby grin and started to walk to Bela with his arms out. Bela gasped, watching as their son made it about eight steps, then fell forward onto his hands and knees. He stayed there for a second, then kept crawling to get to her, laughing.
Sam leaned against the wall, arms crossed as he watched Bela pick Michael up and hug him, then kiss his baby belly. "He did it.. he really did it..." Bela walked over, and Sam pulled them both close, kissing Bela quickly.
"Yes, he did." Sam grinned.
"But that doesn't give you an excuse not to have made dinner."
Sam rolled his eyes, then looked at Michael and shook his head. "We can never win. Remember that."
Michael's only answer was a giggle and clapping his hands together happily.
enjoythe_ride) are used with love and permission.Sam couldn't believe it. He had seen it with his own eyes, but still it was too amazing to have happened.
His baby boy walked. Ran. Right to him.
The pride going through him just wasn't something he could even measure. Mikey was growing up so fast and Bela was the one who witnessed all of the firsts. Dean had told him that it was normal when Sam pouted after missing each one, but this memory was going to be his.
Dinner was forgotten as he spent the next hour putting Mikey on the ground, letting him explore the world now on two legs. He winced the few times his son took a bad fall, but watched him just pick himself up and keep trying.
He had learned months ago now that his son was smart and could figure a lot of things out for himself. But it was moments like this where Sam was reminded about that. However, when Michael was about to take a header into the television stand, Sam was up and grabbed him before anything was broken or bruised.
The sound of keys in the door got Sam's attention and he went into the hallway. Bela was just stepping in, tossing her keys on the table when Sam appeared a few feet away from her, Michael in his arms. "Hey."
"Hey." Bela looked towards the kitchen. "Something happen? I don't see dinner ready."
"You could say that." Leaning down, Sam put their son on the ground on his two feet. "Go to Mommy."
Michael smiled his chubby baby grin and started to walk to Bela with his arms out. Bela gasped, watching as their son made it about eight steps, then fell forward onto his hands and knees. He stayed there for a second, then kept crawling to get to her, laughing.
Sam leaned against the wall, arms crossed as he watched Bela pick Michael up and hug him, then kiss his baby belly. "He did it.. he really did it..." Bela walked over, and Sam pulled them both close, kissing Bela quickly.
"Yes, he did." Sam grinned.
"But that doesn't give you an excuse not to have made dinner."
Sam rolled his eyes, then looked at Michael and shook his head. "We can never win. Remember that."
Michael's only answer was a giggle and clapping his hands together happily.
Birthday Fic for failuretotrust's mun
Jul. 7th, 2009 06:33 pmYou asked for it, and I held out until now to make it double special. Enjoy :)
God he loved her. Anytime she was in the room, his eyes always left whatever he was doing to take her in. It didn't matter if she was coming in to yell at him for something, or just to walk in and pick up her book. He knew she worried she was that she looked huge, but she looked beautiful to her.
And she had been joking about how frustrated she was with all her hormones, so he decided to surprise her with a little bit of seduction. He waited until she left for a little bit of pampering at the spa - his suggestion - before slipping out to get to the spa as well.
He had gotten her a pregnancy massage at Elizabeth Arden's Red Door Salon down on Pennsylvania Avenue, but there was a twist. A very expensive twist that he had been training with Jacques for about a week to get it right.
( . . . )
God he loved her. Anytime she was in the room, his eyes always left whatever he was doing to take her in. It didn't matter if she was coming in to yell at him for something, or just to walk in and pick up her book. He knew she worried she was that she looked huge, but she looked beautiful to her.
And she had been joking about how frustrated she was with all her hormones, so he decided to surprise her with a little bit of seduction. He waited until she left for a little bit of pampering at the spa - his suggestion - before slipping out to get to the spa as well.
He had gotten her a pregnancy massage at Elizabeth Arden's Red Door Salon down on Pennsylvania Avenue, but there was a twist. A very expensive twist that he had been training with Jacques for about a week to get it right.
( . . . )
15_song_titles: A Sorta Fairytale
Jun. 23rd, 2009 10:21 amooc: Birthday Fic for enjoythe_ride
"Shhhhh, don't wake her up..."
"Be careful Mikey..."
"Can I kiss her 'wake like a pwince?"
"No, stupid. That's Dad's job."
So much for the silent approach. Sam watched as Bela's eyes opened from the spot in the bed he had left her earlier that morning. Caught in the doorway, Michael held a tray of food while Sam held onto the youngest Talbot child that waved a crayon picture in the air. "Mommy's 'wake!" Sophia shouted, and realizing it was useless, Sam put her down.
The three year old was in the bed instantly, arms around Bela's neck as she kissed her cheek. "Happy Birthday Mommy! Look, I made you a pwincess and daddy is a pwince and I'm a fairwy and Michael's a big ugly fwog!"
"Hey, I'm not a frog!"
Sam moved quickly, grabbing the tray from his son as Michael jumped onto the bed and chased after his sister. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over to give her a quick kiss, and then put the tray on her lap. "Happy Birthday," he said.
"Thank you. For everything." She looked at the kids wrestling on the edge of the bed, then at the tray. Sam had taken care to make everything that she liked, the kids eating while he had cooked. Michael had helped him with the tray, and ran outside to pick a few flowers for the vase on the edge by her cup of coffee.
"Well, there's one last thing." He shifted a bit, pulling out a small package from his pocket and then held it out to her. "For you."
"You shouldn't have," she grinned though as she took the box, pulling the ribbon off and opening the box. Inside was a diamond ring - a small stone set in an antique band. There were two smaller colored gemstones on either end. She looked up at him in shock. "Sam?"
"Well, I was thinking the other day about how in all of this, the one thing I never got to give you was an actually engagement ring. Since well... you know." He smiled a bit. "I figured it was about time, and they had a setting which let me put in side stones." He pointed at them. "That one is Michael's birthstone, and this here is Sophia's."
Bela bit on her bottom lip, doing her best not to tear up as Sam took the ring out and slid it onto her finger. It matched the band set that they had picked out a few years ago when the Vegas rings started to tarnish. Sam then kissed her hand before letting it go.
"Thank you," she said softly, looking at the ring on her hand, then reaching over for Sam to give her another kiss. They did so until the Sophia's giggling separated them. Michael had his hands over his eyes and Sophia was smiling.
"Gross."
"It's pwetty!"
Sam looked over at the kids and shook his head. "Ok you two, Uncle Dean is going to be here in twenty minutes. You both need to go get dressed."
With excited shouts, the two kids crawled over to hug Bela and kiss her cheek before running for their rooms. Sam got up, fixing the tray so it was sitting better on Bela's lap. "Dean's going to take the kids to the zoo for a few hours. He says that the best gift he can give you is just to stay out of your hair for the day, and he's willing to give you a few hours of peace in the process."
"That's really generous of him," Bela laughed, sipping her coffee. "What about you, Prince Charming?"
"Well, I need to clean up the mess in the kitchen, then after that, I'm all yours."
Bela smiled around the rim of her cup as she watched Sam leave to start cleaning up, thinking just of all the things she and Sam could do to celebrate her birthday while the kids were away. This was looking to be a wonderful day after all.
enjoythe_ride"Shhhhh, don't wake her up..."
"Be careful Mikey..."
"Can I kiss her 'wake like a pwince?"
"No, stupid. That's Dad's job."
So much for the silent approach. Sam watched as Bela's eyes opened from the spot in the bed he had left her earlier that morning. Caught in the doorway, Michael held a tray of food while Sam held onto the youngest Talbot child that waved a crayon picture in the air. "Mommy's 'wake!" Sophia shouted, and realizing it was useless, Sam put her down.
The three year old was in the bed instantly, arms around Bela's neck as she kissed her cheek. "Happy Birthday Mommy! Look, I made you a pwincess and daddy is a pwince and I'm a fairwy and Michael's a big ugly fwog!"
"Hey, I'm not a frog!"
Sam moved quickly, grabbing the tray from his son as Michael jumped onto the bed and chased after his sister. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over to give her a quick kiss, and then put the tray on her lap. "Happy Birthday," he said.
"Thank you. For everything." She looked at the kids wrestling on the edge of the bed, then at the tray. Sam had taken care to make everything that she liked, the kids eating while he had cooked. Michael had helped him with the tray, and ran outside to pick a few flowers for the vase on the edge by her cup of coffee.
"Well, there's one last thing." He shifted a bit, pulling out a small package from his pocket and then held it out to her. "For you."
"You shouldn't have," she grinned though as she took the box, pulling the ribbon off and opening the box. Inside was a diamond ring - a small stone set in an antique band. There were two smaller colored gemstones on either end. She looked up at him in shock. "Sam?"
"Well, I was thinking the other day about how in all of this, the one thing I never got to give you was an actually engagement ring. Since well... you know." He smiled a bit. "I figured it was about time, and they had a setting which let me put in side stones." He pointed at them. "That one is Michael's birthstone, and this here is Sophia's."
Bela bit on her bottom lip, doing her best not to tear up as Sam took the ring out and slid it onto her finger. It matched the band set that they had picked out a few years ago when the Vegas rings started to tarnish. Sam then kissed her hand before letting it go.
"Thank you," she said softly, looking at the ring on her hand, then reaching over for Sam to give her another kiss. They did so until the Sophia's giggling separated them. Michael had his hands over his eyes and Sophia was smiling.
"Gross."
"It's pwetty!"
Sam looked over at the kids and shook his head. "Ok you two, Uncle Dean is going to be here in twenty minutes. You both need to go get dressed."
With excited shouts, the two kids crawled over to hug Bela and kiss her cheek before running for their rooms. Sam got up, fixing the tray so it was sitting better on Bela's lap. "Dean's going to take the kids to the zoo for a few hours. He says that the best gift he can give you is just to stay out of your hair for the day, and he's willing to give you a few hours of peace in the process."
"That's really generous of him," Bela laughed, sipping her coffee. "What about you, Prince Charming?"
"Well, I need to clean up the mess in the kitchen, then after that, I'm all yours."
Bela smiled around the rim of her cup as she watched Sam leave to start cleaning up, thinking just of all the things she and Sam could do to celebrate her birthday while the kids were away. This was looking to be a wonderful day after all.
So I just have to stop and write this because someone I love a lot is turning another year older today.
The current RP loves of my Sam's life (as well as his brother which makes it awkward at times),iluvroadrunner6.
Most people know that I picked up Sam as an adoption for a game in which I only playedmini_dean in. I was only going to play Sam until someone else took him off my hands. Then, I bounced him off Em.
I think it's the interaction between Sam and her Dean that actually got his voice in my head, and made me stick around. And then it kinda explodedwhich I also blame on her.
She's the one who keeps me reaching for newer heights with Sam, as well as Ben, and encourages me to try new things. We pull each other along on crazy AU worlds, and have looked deeper into characters that we've taken into our hearts.
Sam wouldn't be nearly as good as I try to make him without the support from Em, and I wouldn't be nearly as good of a writer in this verse without her at my side as a co-writer and friend.
Thank you Em, and have a wonderful birthday.
For you - pick whatever verse, pairing, etc, and you get a fic just for you.
*hugs*
The current RP loves of my Sam's life (as well as his brother which makes it awkward at times),
iluvroadrunner6.Most people know that I picked up Sam as an adoption for a game in which I only played
mini_dean in. I was only going to play Sam until someone else took him off my hands. Then, I bounced him off Em.I think it's the interaction between Sam and her Dean that actually got his voice in my head, and made me stick around. And then it kinda exploded
She's the one who keeps me reaching for newer heights with Sam, as well as Ben, and encourages me to try new things. We pull each other along on crazy AU worlds, and have looked deeper into characters that we've taken into our hearts.
Sam wouldn't be nearly as good as I try to make him without the support from Em, and I wouldn't be nearly as good of a writer in this verse without her at my side as a co-writer and friend.
Thank you Em, and have a wonderful birthday.
For you - pick whatever verse, pairing, etc, and you get a fic just for you.
*hugs*
charloft drabbles: Playful!Naked!Sam
Jun. 22nd, 2009 09:50 amIt was a rainy Thursday and the Winchester Three, plus one, were shacking up at a motel somewhere between the middle of nowhere and the end of the world. There wasn't a case they were actively working on, so Sam sent his twin off to help Dean with another one of his "dying wishes".
Which left him and Madison alone in their room while the rain was falling outside.
"Sam!" Madison laughed, trying to squirm away as his long arms wrapped around her, tickling her in all the good spots. "Stop!"
"What?" He grinned, stopping the tickling for a moment to pin Madison on the bed under him, draping his body over her. "I thought you said you weren't ticklish, and I wanted proof. So instead I just proved you are a liar."
"I'm not ticklish. Your hands are cold."
"Madison is a LI-AR," Sam teased, going back to tickling her, making her squirm as he kissed her bare shoulder. She turned and suddenly her hand was in a spot that stopped him from moving at all.
"Now what were you saying?" she asked, smirking a bit as she gave him a squeeze.
"Madison is the most beautiful person in the world and I love her."
"That's better," Madison said with a smirk, letting her hand open before she looked up at him. "Now, can you think of something better to do during our free afternoon away from your brother?"
"I think I have an idea or three." He returned the smirk, leaning down to kiss her lips.
"And no more tickling."
"No more tickling."
Which left him and Madison alone in their room while the rain was falling outside.
"Sam!" Madison laughed, trying to squirm away as his long arms wrapped around her, tickling her in all the good spots. "Stop!"
"What?" He grinned, stopping the tickling for a moment to pin Madison on the bed under him, draping his body over her. "I thought you said you weren't ticklish, and I wanted proof. So instead I just proved you are a liar."
"I'm not ticklish. Your hands are cold."
"Madison is a LI-AR," Sam teased, going back to tickling her, making her squirm as he kissed her bare shoulder. She turned and suddenly her hand was in a spot that stopped him from moving at all.
"Now what were you saying?" she asked, smirking a bit as she gave him a squeeze.
"Madison is the most beautiful person in the world and I love her."
"That's better," Madison said with a smirk, letting her hand open before she looked up at him. "Now, can you think of something better to do during our free afternoon away from your brother?"
"I think I have an idea or three." He returned the smirk, leaning down to kiss her lips.
"And no more tickling."
"No more tickling."
charloft drabbles: Inexperienced!Sam
Jun. 21st, 2009 02:25 pmHe was standing in the junkyard, holding the shotgun in his hand. Of course, he was only seven and probably would get yelled at if his dad saw him doing this, but Dad wasn't around. Neither was Bobby. They had left Dean and him here alone to go talk to Salis.
Sam knew something was wrong. They had left New Mexico pretty quickly after the Ms. Lyle incident. That's what Dad called it. An "incident". Dean wouldn't talk to him about it either and was instead inside with the television and a pizza.
Fine. Then I'll figure this out myself. He had found an old target in Bobby's supply room and put it up on the fence, then took Dean's shotgun and walked away far enough.
The thing was about as big as Sam was, but he had seen Dad teaching Dean how to use it. So he hefted it up onto his shoulder and aimed at the target, squinting his eyes as he pulled the trigger...
... and ended up thrown back onto his ass from the recoil as his shoulder hurt from the kickback. Tears swelled up in his eyes from the pain and he bit his lower lip to keep from crying.
"SAMMY!" Dean was at his side almost instantly, looking at the situation and then checking his brother for injuries. "What were you thinking, kid? You could have hurt yourself."
"I just wanted to learn how to use this," Sam pushed the shotgun away, rubbing his shoulder.
"You don't need to know how to use it yet," Dean said, picking the gun up and checking it over.
Sam pouted, trying to stand up. "All you guys ever do is keep me from doing anything. I know about this stuff now, Dean. I want to help."
Dean pursed his lips and sighed. "Dad will get pissed at me."
"You think I care?" Sam looked Dean in the eyes. "Come on, Dean. What if I have to be the one saving you? Don't you want me to know how to do it?"
Dean nodded, then stood up. "Alright, but if Dad finds out about this, I'm pointing the finger at you."
Sam's face broke out in a grin. "Deal."
Sam knew something was wrong. They had left New Mexico pretty quickly after the Ms. Lyle incident. That's what Dad called it. An "incident". Dean wouldn't talk to him about it either and was instead inside with the television and a pizza.
Fine. Then I'll figure this out myself. He had found an old target in Bobby's supply room and put it up on the fence, then took Dean's shotgun and walked away far enough.
The thing was about as big as Sam was, but he had seen Dad teaching Dean how to use it. So he hefted it up onto his shoulder and aimed at the target, squinting his eyes as he pulled the trigger...
... and ended up thrown back onto his ass from the recoil as his shoulder hurt from the kickback. Tears swelled up in his eyes from the pain and he bit his lower lip to keep from crying.
"SAMMY!" Dean was at his side almost instantly, looking at the situation and then checking his brother for injuries. "What were you thinking, kid? You could have hurt yourself."
"I just wanted to learn how to use this," Sam pushed the shotgun away, rubbing his shoulder.
"You don't need to know how to use it yet," Dean said, picking the gun up and checking it over.
Sam pouted, trying to stand up. "All you guys ever do is keep me from doing anything. I know about this stuff now, Dean. I want to help."
Dean pursed his lips and sighed. "Dad will get pissed at me."
"You think I care?" Sam looked Dean in the eyes. "Come on, Dean. What if I have to be the one saving you? Don't you want me to know how to do it?"
Dean nodded, then stood up. "Alright, but if Dad finds out about this, I'm pointing the finger at you."
Sam's face broke out in a grin. "Deal."
charloft drabbles: Playful!Sam
Jun. 21st, 2009 01:34 pmSam sighed, walking down the aisles with Jess as she was looking for what movie they were going to rent for that weekend. Normally, he wouldn't mind, but it was her turn to pick, and she had promised vengeance after making her sit through the Die Hard movies.
"Oh, how about this one?" She held up Sweetest Thing.
He rolled his eyes. "Come on, you can do better." He took the DVD and looked at the summary on the back. "Oh look, we're three modern women who find no problems with sleeping around but oh my when the right guy comes along we get all wibbly and rethink our modern women ways..."
Jess tried not to smirk at Sam's playful tone, putting the DVD back and grabbing another one. "Steel Magnolias?"
"Oh, Julia Roberts dies in this one, doesn't she?!" He feigned over excitement as he bounced up and down with a goofy grin. "I really want to see a bunch of old women sitting around talking about life and why they are the ones who really rule their families and men are so stupid!"
"Sam!" Jess snatched the DVD away and put it back. "Stop goofing around."
"I happen to know for a fact that you like it when I goof around," Sam said, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck while she picked up another DVD. "You do realize, however, that if you go through with this, I will feel completely emasculated by the end of the movie."
"That's the point." She grinned as she grabbed the Moulin Rouge DVD. "This is it!"
"You're kidding?"
"Nope. You're going to sit and watch Ewan McGregor sing to me and there is nothing you can do to stop me."
Sam gave a pout. "You're doing that just because you know I can't sing to save my life."
"Exactly." She got up on her toes and kissed Sam's nose. "Now come on, baby. We've got Chinese to order still."
"Oh, how about this one?" She held up Sweetest Thing.
He rolled his eyes. "Come on, you can do better." He took the DVD and looked at the summary on the back. "Oh look, we're three modern women who find no problems with sleeping around but oh my when the right guy comes along we get all wibbly and rethink our modern women ways..."
Jess tried not to smirk at Sam's playful tone, putting the DVD back and grabbing another one. "Steel Magnolias?"
"Oh, Julia Roberts dies in this one, doesn't she?!" He feigned over excitement as he bounced up and down with a goofy grin. "I really want to see a bunch of old women sitting around talking about life and why they are the ones who really rule their families and men are so stupid!"
"Sam!" Jess snatched the DVD away and put it back. "Stop goofing around."
"I happen to know for a fact that you like it when I goof around," Sam said, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck while she picked up another DVD. "You do realize, however, that if you go through with this, I will feel completely emasculated by the end of the movie."
"That's the point." She grinned as she grabbed the Moulin Rouge DVD. "This is it!"
"You're kidding?"
"Nope. You're going to sit and watch Ewan McGregor sing to me and there is nothing you can do to stop me."
Sam gave a pout. "You're doing that just because you know I can't sing to save my life."
"Exactly." She got up on her toes and kissed Sam's nose. "Now come on, baby. We've got Chinese to order still."
charloft drabbles: Bitchy!Sam
Jun. 21st, 2009 12:21 am"GOD DAMN IT... DEAN!"
Sam stormed out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his head, wearing only his jeans. John sat up and looked between his sons as Dean tried to keep a straight face.
"What's the matter, Sammy?" Dean asked.
"You damn well know! I'm starting a new school in two weeks and I'm already the new kid - again - and I don't need you messing with me like this. I never did anything to you to mess with your reputation at any school, and it's not fair that you're going to make my first day hell!"
"Ok, Sam, clam down." John leaned closer, watching them carefully. "Now what's wrong?"
"What's wrong? What's wrong?!" Sam reached up and pulled the towel off his head, revealing a nearly bald scalp, only a few patches of hair remaining. "He put NAIR in my shampoo! I found the bottle in the trash. It'll be weeks before it grows back!"
Dean fell over laughing, and John and Sam both turned to look at him. "Sam, go finish washing up," John told his younger son. "I'm going to have a talk with your brother."
"You should shave all his hair off too," Sam said as he started back to the bathroom. "See if he can get a girl without any hair to cover his deformed head," he muttered as he slammed the door behind him.
Sam stormed out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his head, wearing only his jeans. John sat up and looked between his sons as Dean tried to keep a straight face.
"What's the matter, Sammy?" Dean asked.
"You damn well know! I'm starting a new school in two weeks and I'm already the new kid - again - and I don't need you messing with me like this. I never did anything to you to mess with your reputation at any school, and it's not fair that you're going to make my first day hell!"
"Ok, Sam, clam down." John leaned closer, watching them carefully. "Now what's wrong?"
"What's wrong? What's wrong?!" Sam reached up and pulled the towel off his head, revealing a nearly bald scalp, only a few patches of hair remaining. "He put NAIR in my shampoo! I found the bottle in the trash. It'll be weeks before it grows back!"
Dean fell over laughing, and John and Sam both turned to look at him. "Sam, go finish washing up," John told his younger son. "I'm going to have a talk with your brother."
"You should shave all his hair off too," Sam said as he started back to the bathroom. "See if he can get a girl without any hair to cover his deformed head," he muttered as he slammed the door behind him.
charloft drabble: Naked!Sam
Jun. 18th, 2009 10:10 am"... Samuel Winchester, Magna Cum Laude."
There was a big round of applause as Sam got up and made his way across the stage to get his diploma. Now he was a college graduate, something he thought he would never be. He could hear the distinctive hooting of his brother in the audience somewhere, and Sam wondered if their father was with him.
Jess had already walked across the stage, and now stood at her spot, smiling at him. Then she started to laugh.
In fact, as he walked up onto the stage, the cheers from everyone in the audience turned to laugher as flashbulbs went off, blinding him a moment.
What's so funny...? he thought, the looked down to realize that he was completely naked except for his cap and the yellow sash for the magna cum laude status. Instantly he took his cap off to try and cover himself, but it was already too late as he blushed himself into a new shade of red.
Sam...
"Sammy, wake up!" Dean's voice jarred him out of sleep, and he realized that he was in the Impala, driving off to find their father. He saw his brother looking at him, grinning. "You ok there, kid? You were making some interesting noises."
Sam rolled his eyes, shifting to get comfortable against the door again. "Shut up. I was just dreaming."
"Dreaming of that hot girlfriend I bet. Don't worry, Sammy, you'll be back to her in no time."
Sam just snorted and closed his eyes, planning on getting some more sleep before they got where ever Dean was taking him. Maybe if he was lucky, he could even get a different dream of him naked in that would be much better for him.
There was a big round of applause as Sam got up and made his way across the stage to get his diploma. Now he was a college graduate, something he thought he would never be. He could hear the distinctive hooting of his brother in the audience somewhere, and Sam wondered if their father was with him.
Jess had already walked across the stage, and now stood at her spot, smiling at him. Then she started to laugh.
In fact, as he walked up onto the stage, the cheers from everyone in the audience turned to laugher as flashbulbs went off, blinding him a moment.
What's so funny...? he thought, the looked down to realize that he was completely naked except for his cap and the yellow sash for the magna cum laude status. Instantly he took his cap off to try and cover himself, but it was already too late as he blushed himself into a new shade of red.
Sam...
"Sammy, wake up!" Dean's voice jarred him out of sleep, and he realized that he was in the Impala, driving off to find their father. He saw his brother looking at him, grinning. "You ok there, kid? You were making some interesting noises."
Sam rolled his eyes, shifting to get comfortable against the door again. "Shut up. I was just dreaming."
"Dreaming of that hot girlfriend I bet. Don't worry, Sammy, you'll be back to her in no time."
Sam just snorted and closed his eyes, planning on getting some more sleep before they got where ever Dean was taking him. Maybe if he was lucky, he could even get a different dream of him naked in that would be much better for him.
