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So, tomorrow I have the day off, because this weekend is Canadian Thanksgiving - which we Canadians just call "Thanksgiving"... up here it's a harvest festival, not some pilgrim thing - hence why it's earlier in the Fall (to coincide with the end of Harvest.)

Back in the day, when I had a day off work, I used to do comment-fics. Where people could leave prompts and I'd write little tiny fics for them.

I kinda want to do that again, but LJ is pretty dead these days, and I don't tumblr well, so I don't get much interaction over there either.

I want to try anyway though - so, if anyone wants to leave a prompt in the comments, please do so. I think most people here know my fandoms, but if you ask for one that I can't do, I'll just switch it over to a fandom that I can, and make things really weird.

And if I don't get any prompts, I'll just do something else with my day - like soapstone carving.

SO! LEAVE PROMPTS IN COMMENTS.

And if you want to leave prompts anonymously for some reason, or you just prefer tumblr - you can also drop me an ask over at driftwooddragons.tumblr.com.

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imfinesaysdean
Oct. 10th, 2016 01:43 pm (UTC)
Hi, Happy Thanksgiving!!

The only thing I can think of right now is that we all need that "Hug" that the boys so very very rarely share. you know with their feelings totally constipated unless one of them is dying or returning from the dead. So could totally use a little fluff today!!

Have a great day Alex!!
hells_half_acre
Oct. 10th, 2016 08:31 pm (UTC)
Hug!
*Set in Early Seasons, when the boys were in their 20s.*

Really, Dean should have seen this coming. The plan had been simple - leave Sam drinking with the frat of suspects, loosening their tongues with alcohol and good humour, while simultaneously distracting them from the fact that Dean was breaking into their house to search their belongings for hex bags and/or witch paraphernalia.

Dean's part of the plan went off without a hitch - well, besides the fact that he came up empty. So, they were still at square one unless Sammy discovered anything between tequila shots. They'd been stuck in this town for over two weeks, trying to figure out who was behind the two murders at the university.

Dean made his way back to the bar and hoped that Sam hadn't also struck out. He really should have called by now, but it only just coming up on closing-time - so Dean wasn't too worried.

Or, he hadn't been, until he got to the bar just as Sam and the frat boys stumbled out of it.

"Dean!" Sam greeted, and all but fell onto Dean, wrapping lanky arms around him and borrowing his face in Dean's shoulder.

Dean's arms came up automatically, wrapping around Sam to keep him steady.

"Hey, brother.." Dean greeted while raising his eyebrows at the frat guys behind Sam's back - who were all unsuccessfully trying to stifle their laughter. Dean's only consolation was that a few of them looked just as bad off as Sammy.

"'m sleepy," Sam muttered and pressed his hot nose into Dean's neck, while squeezing him tighter.

"Always were a cuddly drunk," Dean muttered, shaking his head. The frat boys didn't bother holding in their laughter anymore. "Come on, let's get you home."

"Bye Sam!" the frat boys chorused, adding in various departing words, "See ya 'round", "Come hang anytime", and one "your brother's a cool dude" which Dean wasn't sure was directed at himself or Sam, and he didn't have time to ask for clarification.

He patted Sam on the back to try to end the hug. "Come on, I got water in the car."

Sam pulled back, but didn't let go, instead he stared at Dean.

"I love you."

"Oh god," Dean replied, this situation was DIRE. "Please tell me you at least learned something useful."

Sam smiled, and patted Dean on the cheek. The heel of his hand was sticky and smelled like sambuca. "The witch is on the lacrosse team."

Dean smiled. "I love you too, Sammy."


Edited at 2016-10-10 08:37 pm (UTC)
borgmama1of5
Oct. 10th, 2016 10:12 pm (UTC)
Re: Hug!
Love this too!
hells_half_acre
Oct. 10th, 2016 10:54 pm (UTC)
Re: Hug!
Thank you! Sam is basically me, when I'm drunk. :P
supernutjapan
Oct. 11th, 2016 06:08 am (UTC)
Re: Hug!
Heee!!! So cute<3
hells_half_acre
Oct. 12th, 2016 04:08 am (UTC)
Re: Hug!
Thanks!
ferlonda
Oct. 14th, 2016 05:10 am (UTC)
Re: Hug!
Adorable! :D
imfinesaysdean
Oct. 18th, 2016 12:06 pm (UTC)
Re: Hug!
Alex,

Love this, thanks so much; needed this hug this month!

I love clingy drunk Sammy, Still got the job done!
Wonder what he told the Frat boys about Dean while getting hammered..... Wondering minds want to know??
borgmama1of5
Oct. 10th, 2016 01:50 pm (UTC)
Sam and Dean discuss Harry Potter :)
hells_half_acre
Oct. 10th, 2016 10:05 pm (UTC)
The Cursed Child
*obviously, these aren't demented'verse Sam&Dean*

"I can't believe you just bought that," Dean grumbled as Sam got into the car and put the bright yellow book on the bench seat between them.

"Yeah, yeah.." Sam rolled his eyes, waiting for the nerd jokes and the teasing about how lame he was to be buying Harry Potter books.

"Seriously," Dean started. "Every review I've read about it just pisses me off - yeah, okay, I'll grant you that Scorpius is supposed to be well written, but the plot is a complete hack, and they had real-opportunity there that they just squandered - and I'm not just talking about minority representation - I'm talking about the opportunity to open new relevant plots, that explore new issues, rather than just resurrecting the old Voldemort crap that has literally been done to death...."

Sam stared at Dean.

"...and I get that the stage production is supposed to be visually stunning, but it can't rest on that alone, especially if you're releasing it as a book. I get that it's different writers, but what I don't get is why Rowling felt that THIS plot deserved her stamp of official approval. Why not just let a good thing be a good thing and leave it alone?"

Dean finally looked over at Sam then, then rolled his eyes, started the car, and pulled into traffic.

"I wasn't living under a rock when you were in school, Sam," Dean finally said. "I've read Harry Potter."

"Dean... you have OPINIONS about Harry Potter," Sam countered.

"And you don't?" Dean glanced over and raised an eyebrow.

"... don't even get me started on Snape," Sam muttered.

"RIGHT?!"
borgmama1of5
Oct. 10th, 2016 10:10 pm (UTC)
Re: The Cursed Child
Grinning like a loon :D

Loved it! Thank you!
hells_half_acre
Oct. 10th, 2016 10:54 pm (UTC)
Re: The Cursed Child
Thanks! I'm glad it satisfied. :)
supernutjapan
Oct. 11th, 2016 06:09 am (UTC)
Re: The Cursed Child
YES!!! Intelligent conversation :D<3
hells_half_acre
Oct. 12th, 2016 04:08 am (UTC)
Re: The Cursed Child
Haha, thank you. :)
ferlonda
Oct. 14th, 2016 05:10 am (UTC)
Re: The Cursed Child
LOL! :D
Elaine McCourt
Oct. 10th, 2016 03:15 pm (UTC)
Sam and Dean's reunion / first conversation when he's found after running off to Flagstaff, AZ, for 2 weeks as a kid.
hells_half_acre
Oct. 10th, 2016 10:35 pm (UTC)
The Dog
Dean's numb. It's like he's dreaming. It's been like that for days, but now instead of a nightmare, it's just one of those really bizarre dreams that isn't going to make any sense when he wakes up.

Sam's in a trailer in Flagstaff. He's got a display of postcards on the wall. The place is littered in pizza boxes. There's dog.

Dad's yelling, but only after he hugs Sam - who struggles out of the embrace. He's yelling about worry and stupidity and punishments and how he won't stand for this sort of thing.

Sam's crying about his dog. Yelling about how much he hates his life - how much he hates living with Dad, with Dean... and he's crying about his dog, who is growling and barking as Dad hauls Sam towards the car - the dog doesn't spare a glance towards Dean. Neither do Dad or Sam, not until Dad's thrown Sam into the backseat, then he turns to Dean and tells Dean to "get rid of the damn dog and meet us back at the motel."

Dean watches the Impala drive away and the familiar worry for Sam bubbles up in his chest, lodges itself back where it's lived since this nightmare started.

The dog nudges his hand, whines. Dean looks down at it. He's pretty sure that his dad doesn't mean he should kill the dog. Dean doesn't want to. He wonders where the hell a runaway picks up a dog in the first place. He finds a leash in the trailer, clips it to the dogs collar, and walks him into town - ties him-up outside the library while he researches no-kill shelters - walks him over to the only one in town. Explains calmly what happened to the person manning the front desk, his voice horse from disuse. They take the dog away. Dean pets it just once before they do. "Thanks for looking out for Sammy," he tells it.

He uses the last of his cash to take a taxi back to the motel, but the whole dog thing still took most of the day. There's a pizza box on the table. Two cold slices left. Sam's a buried under the comforter on one of the beds, his back to the room. Dad's scowling in the kitchen.

"Took you long enough," Dad says.

"Sorry," Dean says, though he's not sure what Dad expected - Dad took the car, Dean couldn't take taxi's or public transit with a dog, even if he'd had enough money for more than one taxi ride.

"We leave in the morning, there's a hunt in New Mexico we might as well take while we're here."

Dean nods. They hadn't unpacked. He doesn't have to do anything. He drinks a glass of water before he brushes his teeth. He gets into bed with Sam. Dad goes into the bathroom.

Dean puts his hand on Sam's shoulder and Sam hunches further into himself, trying to get away from Dean, even though he's trapped under the blankets in the bed.

For two weeks Dad had talked about everything that could have gotten Sam, couldn't have abducted him, could have tricked him into leaving... will o' the wisps, selkies, demons...

... Dad made it sound like Sam was always a hairsbreadth from behind forcibly taken from them, that Dean was the last and only line of defense. But he never talked about how Dean was supposed to defend against the danger of Sam just leaving - just leaving, because he hates them.

"I'm glad you're okay, Sammy," Dean offers. "Please... please don't do that again."

Sam doesn't reply. Dean didn't really expect him to.

The next morning they pile into the car and drive out of town. No one speaks. Sam turns in the backseat and watches Flagstaff fade out the back window. He never asks about the dog.

Edited at 2016-10-10 10:51 pm (UTC)
supernutjapan
Oct. 11th, 2016 06:12 am (UTC)
Re: The Dog
Awww :'(
hells_half_acre
Oct. 12th, 2016 04:09 am (UTC)
Re: The Dog
Haha, sorry!! (not really sorry ;) )
Elaine McCourt
Oct. 11th, 2016 01:41 pm (UTC)
Re: The Dog
Love it! Thank you :)
hells_half_acre
Oct. 12th, 2016 04:09 am (UTC)
Re: The Dog
Yay! I'm glad! Thanks for leaving a prompt!
ferlonda
Oct. 14th, 2016 05:12 am (UTC)
Re: The Dog
::sad::

So good.
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