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Remembrance Day Comment-Fic-Meme!

Up here in Canadaland, Nov. 11 is Remembrance Day - which means I don't have to work! So, in honour of all those who fought for my country in wars and whatnot, I'm going to spend the day writing fanfiction.

And you, dear flist, are going to give me prompts!

WHAT TO DO: Leave me a prompt in comments! I will write a little drabble to fulfil it.

1. I only write Gen.
2. I don't watch much TV, so if you suggest crossovers, I might not have the knowledge to do it.
3. For those of you who friended me based on my Harry Potter/Supernatural crossover. You CAN prompt me to write with the Harry Potter characters; HOWEVER, if it is already a scene that I'm working on for the sequel, I may refuse the request, because I don't want to spoil the surprise...or I may still write it, but not set it in the Damned Demented Demon 'verse.
4. You can prompt until the end of Nov. 11th (in whatever time zone you are in.)


PS: I'll feel really pathetic if nobody prompts. I've been jazzing myself up to do this for a whole week.



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Nov. 11th, 2009 07:50 am (UTC)

Can you write a drabble about Sam and Dean going to a cinema to watch either Friday the 13th/My Blood Valentine? :)Or any other movie really. I just want some brotherly banter and them making fun of horror movies. LOL
Nov. 11th, 2009 07:56 am (UTC)
Sure thing! I haven't seen either of those movies...but I think I can pull it off anyway!

Thanks for requesting! :-)
Nov. 11th, 2009 10:39 pm (UTC)
Remake Horror Double-Bill
"I didn't know they still had theaters like this," Sam said, as they queued up for tickets at the old second-run movie theater - it used to be an actual theater - with a stage for performances, but had long since been turned into a movie house.

"Dude, two movies for $7!" Dean replied, "I wish they had more of these. By the way, you're paying - punishment for seeing the Raiders movie without me."

"You were in hell!"

"Excuses, excuses..."

Sam got his revenge when the cute blond ticket-girl told them that she hoped they enjoyed their 'date night'...the look on Dean's face...

They sat towards the back, individual buckets of popcorn on their laps. As soon as he sat down, Dean slouched low in his seat, and let his head roll closer to Sam. 'Oh,' Sam thought, 'so it's going to be that type of movie-going experience.' Hiding a sigh, Sam slouched low too, his knees pressing against the chair in front of him.

The lights went down and the projector started up behind them, and Dean's low whisper started almost immediately.

"Dude, that Clay guy looks like an idiot,"

"No he doesn't, shut-up."

"Bet he dies first,"

"How many horror movies you seen? he's the protagonist, he'll live the longest."

"Whatever, where's Freddy?"

"It's Jason. Freddy's in Nightmare on Elm Street."


"Man, that guy is built."

"Something you want to tell me Sammy?"



For the second movie, which was also a remake, but neither of them had ever seen the original, they needed to put on 3D glasses.

"How do I look?"

"Like a dork."

"Yeah, well you do too."

"My ass is asleep."

"Too much information man, now watch the goddamn movie."

"The killer is totally that dude."

"How can you tell?"

"It's my job to know these things - your's too."

"Dean, if he's the killer than it's not our job at all."

"Yeah, but we gotta be able to tell the difference."

"It's a movie, Dean. Can't we just watch the movie."

"This dude's way better looking than the guy in the other movie."

"Something you want to tell me, Dean?"



"Sam? Are your eyes closed?"


"Heh...this movie too scary for you Sammy? You want me to hold your hand?"

"Shut-up. It's the...it's the 3D, I just...it's disconcerting."

"'Disconcerting' is just a fancy word for 'scary', eh college-boy?"

"I'm not scared. I just don't like things flying at my face..."

"Things fly at your face all the time"

"Yeah, but I can dodge them! I'm not confined to a chair and the things don't follow me when I move my head, and I know it's not real, but I can't exactly turn off my instincts, I don't see how people can-"

"Ok, ok...why don't you take the 3D glasses off?"

"Because then the movie would be all blurry."

"...uh, Sam? You'd still see more of the movie than with your eyes closed."




"I can still hold your hand if you want."

"I said shut-up"

"You going to eat the rest of your popcorn?"

"No, you can have it."

"Thanks Sam"

Edited at 2009-11-11 10:40 pm (UTC)
Nov. 12th, 2009 02:14 pm (UTC)
Re: Remake Horror Double-Bill
Awesome! They are so making fun of both movies! :)

"Ok, ok...why don't you take the 3D glasses off?"

"Because then the movie would be all blurry."

"...uh, Sam? You'd still see more of the movie than with your eyes closed."

LOL Sam can be so silly sometimes, thinking do laterally. This exchange just wants me to ruffle both their hair.
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Mar. 31st, 2011 09:25 pm (UTC)
Re: Remake Horror Double-Bill
I've love to go to the movies with Dean. I've always had great fun going to crap movies with people who don't mind sitting low in the seats and whispering back and forth...not that I'm saying JA and JPs movies were crap (I've never seen them) - only that Dean and Sam probably wouldn't be too impressed by most horror movies ;)

Anyway, I'm glad you liked it!
Nov. 11th, 2009 08:13 am (UTC)
Oooooh! *points to icon* Write me a scene wherein S&D battle a coffee-monster!
Nov. 11th, 2009 08:15 am (UTC)
Ha! A monster made of coffee or a monster serving coffee?
Nov. 11th, 2009 08:45 am (UTC)
A monster made by/of coffee. (Kinda like the really old Garfield strip where Garfield made a cup of coffee and it crawled out of the cup and ate the spoon.)
Nov. 11th, 2009 11:24 pm (UTC)
Attack of the Coffee-Monster
"It smells fantastic around here!" Dean said, as they rounded the corner, closing his eyes to take a large whiff of the intoxicating aroma.

"Why is everyone screaming?" Sam replied. Dean opened his eyes to see people pouring out the diner...screaming. Then he and Sam were running, pushing their way against the flow to get inside and see what was happening...

"Holy..." Sam said once they were inside. There, crawling it's way over the counter, was a huge black blob of undulating liquid. The smell of coffee was so strong, Dean felt his energy spike from the fumes alone. There was a waitress and a few customers trapped at the back of the narrow diner, making small panicked whimpering noises.

"Are you ok?!" Sam yelled back, and received some frantic nods.

"It ate Francis!!" The waitress said in disbelief, "it just...it rolled right over him and he didn't come out...he'll drown!"

"Where did it come from?" Dean asked, as he watched the black blob seemingly try to decide if it was going to go after the cowering customers or come after him and Sam.

"The new coffee maker!" the waitress replied pitifully, "oh god...I've gone insane."

"Sam, try to get to the coffee maker," Dean ordered, "I'm going to distract it."

"What?!" Sam said, "how?"

"I'm going to try to find Francis," Dean replied, just as the coffee-blob lunged for them. "Go! Hurry!"

Sam leaped over the counter to make a dive for the coffee machine, while Dean made a dive directly into the mess of coffee.


The coffee-blob slowed after the impact with Dean. Sam watched out of the corner of his eyes as the surface of the coffee monster undulated violently.

Sam ripped the coffee machine from the wall, and studied it closely. Sure enough, demonic symbols were carved crudely around the base.

"What the hell?" Sam muttered. There was a crash from behind him, a human arm stuck out of the coffee-monster. It wasn't Dean's.

Sam quickly ran back over and grabbed hold of the hand, pulling as hard as he could. A man in his 20s tumbled out...covered in coffee.

"Francis!" the waitress cried, and ran over. He wasn't breathing. Sam helped haul Francis away from the monster, and left the waitress to revive him. He had to destroy the demonic coffee-maker.

Not knowing what to do, Sam smashed it on the floor first. The coffee monster remained. So he grabbed up the pieces and ran into the kitchen, lighting the nearest gas stove and shoving the coffee maker directly on the burner, while pouring salt over it. The kitchen staff was too busy cowering in the back to do anything more than gawk at him.

There was a great splashing sound from the diner and a soft thump, that had Sam running out of the kitchen.

Dean was sprawled on the floor, soaked in coffee, and coughing up more coffee.

"Dean!" Sam yelled.

"Ugh," Dean replied.

Sam knelt in the remains of the coffee-monster and patted his brother on the back. He glanced up to see that the waitress had successfully saved Francis, who was now giving Dean a tired smile of gratitude.

"That was the most delicious monster we've ever fought!" Dean said suddenly, as he stood up.

"Are you ok? Do you-" Sam started to say,

"Was it the coffee-maker? Did you destroy it? It must have been the coffee-maker? Did you just smash it or did you have to burn it? Judging by the smell, I'd say you burnt it. It was the best smelling monster we've ever fought too. God it smelled so good. It was a little hot though, on the inside I mean. I don't think I'm scalded, but it was close. I'm more concerned about that Francis guy. Is he ok? Oh hey, there he is. You ok dude? Huh, he seems tired. Did you know that there are people who have different reactions to coffee? Some people it wakes them up, but others it makes them tired. That usually happens when you drink too much coffee. DO YOU DRINK TOO MUCH COFFEE FRANCIS? Oh, I think he's napping. Anyway, he should lay off the coffee. Do you want breakfast Sammy? I don't think we should eat here, but I could use some breakfast. Maybe some pancakes. You remember those pancakes in Vermont. Those were good pancakes. Hey, you want to drive to Vermont for pancakes? We could get ice-cream too, I bet, that's where the Ben and Jerry's plant is..."

Edited at 2009-11-11 11:33 pm (UTC)
Nov. 12th, 2009 12:13 am (UTC)
Re: Attack of the Coffee-Monster

I started laughing here:

"It ate Francis!!"

The tears started up here:

There was a crash from behind him, a human arm stuck out of the coffee-monster.

And I'm completely sure I ruptured something vital with that last paragraph!
Nov. 12th, 2009 12:46 am (UTC)
Re: Attack of the Coffee-Monster
Glad you liked it. ;-)

It was a lot of fun to write, so thanks for the prompt!
Nov. 12th, 2009 12:59 am (UTC)
Re: Attack of the Coffee-Monster
Anytime, amiga! Anytime.
Nov. 12th, 2009 02:20 pm (UTC)
Re: Attack of the Coffee-Monster
"That was the most delicious monster we've ever fought!" Dean said suddenly, as he stood up.

Hah! Only Dean would be able to say that! And the last paragraph is just hilarious. I would imagine the crash from the high would be just as hilarious.
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Mar. 31st, 2011 09:26 pm (UTC)
Re: Attack of the Coffee-Monster
It was a ton of fun to write! Haha...when the person gave me the prompt, I was like "what the? Ok..." but man, I busted myself up. :P
Nov. 11th, 2009 08:17 am (UTC)
Nice to see I'm actually on time for one of these :-)

Could you please write me a fic where Castiel runs into Jimmy Novak's mother or father? And Dean and Sam have to help him before he accidentally hurts her/his feelings.
Nov. 11th, 2009 08:20 am (UTC)
Oh man, way to give me a hard one...but SURE! I'll post it sometime before the end of the day (my time) tomorrow.
Nov. 12th, 2009 12:34 am (UTC)
Damage Control

At first, Castiel didn't acknowledge the voice. Exactly 9 minutes and 45 seconds ago, Dean had told him that he and Sam would meet him in approximately 10 minutes. Castiel was not sure if Dean would arrive short of the 10 minute mark or long of it. He had not yet worked out when it was appropriate to get concerned if Dean was tardy. While Dean seemed to appreciate Castiel's own punctuality, he did not often exhibit the same behavior himself. Naturally, Castiel understood that the human concept of time was often relative. Yet they had invented watches and Castiel knew that Dean did in fact wear a watch.

"Jimmy! Oh my god, Jimmy?!"

Castiel realized that the woman was talking to him and looked up at her from where he sat on the park bench. Helen Novak.

"I am not Jimmy," Castiel informed her.

"Jimmy? Why...? Where have you been? I don't understand. You just disappeared. We had a funeral. We...Jimmy, what about Amelia and Claire?"

"They are safe," Castiel told the woman, "I've kept my promise."

"What promise?" Helen asks, "oh Jimmy...where have you been?"

"I am not Jimmy. I am not your son." Castiel clarified, the woman, Helen, seemed on the verge of tears. Castiel considered her for a moment. Jimmy Novak would probably not want his mother to be upset. Castiel should comfort her.

"You believe that Jimmy abandoned his family because you did not raise him right, because his own father abandoned him, because you married the wrong man. This is not true," Castiel informed her.

Oddly this seemed to make Helen Novak cry more. Very strange.

"Cas?" Dean's voice said from behind him. Castiel turned to see the Winchester brothers looking at Helen Novak in concern. "Hey Cas...what's going on?"

"Cas?...but...why? Jim-" Helen started to sputter through her tears.

"This is Helen Novak," Castiel informed Dean.

"Novak?" Dean said, and Castiel watched in fascination as a variety of emotions flashed across Dean's face. Sam's face was slightly easier to read, as he simply looked like he felt sorry for the woman.

"Jimmy Novak's mother," Castiel told them, to be certain they understood.

"What? Uh...what did you say to make her cry?" Dean asked, and seemed to be bracing himself for an impact, though Castiel could see no immediate threat to their well-being. He had made sure the park was secure before asking them to meet him.

"She was concerned that Jimmy's tumultuous childhood led to him abandoning his family. I informed her that it was his choice and had nothing to do with the fact that she married the wrong man."

"Oh god...uh...ok, yeah, um..." Dean ran a hand over his face and glanced at Sam, who nodded. Castiel felt, as he often did around Dean, like he was missing half of the conversation.

"Jimmy?...I love you, why are you..." Helen Novak tried again.

"I am not your son," Castiel repeated. "I am an-"

"Cas," Dean cut in, "why don't you come with me and we'll have a chat. Sam will explain things to Mrs. Novak."

Castiel took in Dean's hard glare, and Sam's anxious look, and acquiesced. He rose from the bench and followed Dean ten paces away. He did not have to look back at the bench to know that Sam had taken his place beside Helen Novak.

They did not talk. Dean just watched Sam and Helen Novak over Castiel's shoulder. Castiel wondered if he had done something wrong. He felt Sam approach them after a few minutes, while Helen Novak remained on the bench.

"What'd you go with?" Dean asked, as soon as Sam had joined them.

"Jimmy Novak has Dissociative Identity Disorder. Castiel is one of his alters. He's a danger to his family, and is being held in a psychiatric facility. Visitors upset him, and he's only allowed out with certified supervision."

"You lied," Castiel said, remembering what Dean had told him "did you want something from her?"

Sam gave Castiel a confused look. Dean ducked his head oddly. Sam then glared at Dean.

"I wanted her to stop crying," Sam said, "Now come on, let's find somewhere more private to talk. Apparently, I'm on damage control today, and you aren't the only one who's made a mess of something."
Nov. 12th, 2009 06:43 am (UTC)
Re: Damage Control
This was awesome :-)
Nov. 12th, 2009 07:33 am (UTC)
Re: Damage Control
Thanks! :-)
Nov. 11th, 2009 11:07 am (UTC)
1 hermione and castiel argue,
2 dean/sam's crush on hermione (ron's reaction)
3 when sam found his old soccer trophy in the storage place.
Nov. 12th, 2009 07:40 am (UTC)
Ok...I will get to some/all of these shortly. Don't worry, I'm not ignoring you. I just have to think on them for a bit.
Nov. 15th, 2009 10:24 pm (UTC)
3. The Closest He Ever Came
"1995" Dean said from behind him, and Sam turned to see him holding a small dusty trophy. He would have recognized that trophy anywhere.

"No way! That’s my division championship soccer trophy. I can’t believe he kept this," Sam said, taking it from Dean. Just holding it, brought back all the memories of that summer.

He had wanted to play soccer so badly. It was all his friend Alejandro talked about, and they needed another player for the team, and Sam had confessed all this to Dean one night. He had stayed in bed longer the next day, though Dean hadn't asked him to...and he had listened while Dean begged their father to let them stay the season, to let Sam play soccer instead of taking them up to Colorado to teach them bow-hunting. He had listened while Dean promised all sorts of things to make up for the break in training, for staying put. And when Sam finally did get out of bed, he knew what part Dean needed him to play...he knew that Dean hadn't really wanted him to listen. So, he got up and pretended to be groggy, pretended he had just woken.

"So, Sam...I'm thinking we might stay here for a couple more months," his father had said. "Or you and Dean will anyway. That be ok with you? You might get bored. You'll have to find some activity to pass the time with..."

Sam had smiled broadly and nodded, and seen Dean's answering smile from behind their father. Then his Dad had ruffled his hair and passed over the lucky charms, and Sam had been happy.

Dean had come to every game, standing apart from the other parents. Dad was away most of the summer and Sam had expected Dean to gripe about having to stay behind to look after Sam, but he never did. He just stood at the edge of the soccer field in his combat boots, and smiled whenever Sam assisted with a goal, or successfully blocked a pass.

Dad had been on a Hunt when Sam won the trophy, but when they got home, Dean placed it in the middle of the kitchen table facing the door before they went to bed. Sam woke up in the morning to find his Dad sitting on his bed, looking tired, but smiling at him warmly.

"Good job, Sammy" his Dad had said, then patted him once on the chest and disappeared out the door. The trophy was on his nightstand.

They packed up and left the next day, and Sam didn't have a chance to say goodbye to Alejandro, but he figured that was just as well - because that way the last memory for both of them would be one where they were flushed with victory. It was a good note to leave on.

Sam packed the trophy, and would put it next to his bed whenever they stopped for more than a night. Whenever he unpacked it, it brought back the memories of being on the soccer team - eating oranges at half-time, seeing Dean smiling from the sidelines, his father praising him for something that normal kids get praised for...it made him feel normal.

"Yeah, it’s probably the closest you ever came to being a boy," Dean said as if reading Sam's mind.
Nov. 16th, 2009 03:13 pm (UTC)
Re: 3. The Closest He Ever Came
the last line nearly killed me and i could totally see this scene happening in a flashback on the show! thank you so much!
Nov. 16th, 2009 06:48 pm (UTC)
Re: 3. The Closest He Ever Came
Thanks! That last line of Dean's is actually directly from the show. ;-) Haha, it's all about context.
Nov. 21st, 2009 09:07 am (UTC)
2. The Perils of Marrying The Most Brilliant Witch of Her Age
I hope you aren't too mad at me, but I'm going to forgo the first request, just because I don't think I can do it justice at the moment

2. The Perils of Marrying The Most Brilliant Witch of Her Age

Ron knew that he should really just get used to it, but it was easier said than done. Krum hadn't been the only one over the years to get a crush on Hermione...after all, Krum had been before Hermione was even a war hero. War hero status brought out all sorts of admirers. Still, Ron had never imagined that he'd have to contend with Hunters of all people...

And they weren't being particularly obvious, not really. It's just that now that they were milling around the safe-house with nothing to do until Harry woke up, well, there were less distractions, and more time to realize that the Winchesters definitely had a thing for his wife.

It was the little things that gave them away. The way Dean was constantly smiling at her, like they had been sharing secrets, and Hermione always blushed and then looked slightly confused at her own reaction. He was also always opening doors for her and offering to help her with the cooking, or telling her that she didn't need to cook at all and him and Sam would make her something, in return for being so "awesome."

Then there was Sam, who blushed whenever Hermione smiled at him, and ducked his head like she had caught him out on something just by looking at him. He sometimes stumbled over words when he was taking to her, then Dean would laugh at him, and Sam would glare at Dean, and Hermione would stop that argument and then they'd BOTH smile at her like she hung the moon...and Ron really wished Harry would wake up, because he was either going insane or the Winchesters really did fancy his wife.

"They fancy you," Ron said to Hermione once they were lying in bed.

"Don't be silly," Hermione responded. After all these years, Ron was still surprised that Hermione never picked up on these things...and he was supposed to be the unobservant one?

"They're handsome," Ron said, then realized how that sounded, "I mean...do you think they're handsome?"

Hermione laughed lightly at him. Merlin, he loved her laugh.

"Mmm, not as handsome as you," Hermione answered, and Ron sighed.

"I'm seriously, Hermione," Ron said with a sigh.

"Ron," Hermione said in that tone of voice, "do we really need to have this discussion again?"

"They're handsome and they adore you," Ron said, waving his hand in the air as if that explained everything.

"Dean likes you too, I think," Hermione replied, "If you think he's so handsome, maybe you should say something."

"That's not what I mean!" Ron defended quickly, feeling himself blush in the darkness. Hermione just laughed.
Nov. 21st, 2009 09:08 am (UTC)
2. The Perils of Marrying The Most Brilliant Witch of Her Age - continued
"I think it's sweet," Hermione said. Ron didn't want her to clarify.

"You're really beautiful, Hermione," Ron said, "I'm not surprised they fancy you. Sometimes I'm just surprised that you agreed to marry me"

"Only because you're amazing and I love you," Hermione said, and kissed his cheek affectionately, "but they don't fancy me because of my looks, dear."

"What?" Ron said, "'course they do! You're gorgeous!"

"Ron," Hermione replied, "I still have baby-weight from Hugo, and I'm not sure I've slept through a single night since he was born. I'm not saying I'm ugly, but I've definitely seen better days."

"Nonsense!" Ron said, "they really do fancy you!"

"They do, yeah," Hermione replied, "but only because I took down six demons all on my own."

Ron felt his jaw drop, and Hermione giggled beside him as she pushed it back up with a finger.

"I don't know if fancying you because you are amazing is better or worse than fancying you because you are gorgeous," Ron admitted.

"It doesn't matter," Hermione said, "I'm married to you."

"You could always leave me for them," Ron said.

"Hmm, no," Hermione whispered, running a hand down Ron's chest "they really aren't my type."

"No?" Ron whispered, turning to press a kiss to her forehead.

"No, I like my men British, and magic, with red-hair, and a matching wedding ring to mine, and being the father of my children..." Hermione replied smoothly, "...plus, if I were to leave you for the Winchesters, well, there's the whole psychosis of being an extension of a weapons fetish, but I'm not sure that really constitutes proper bedroom-talk."

"Mmm...love it when you use big words..." Ron mumbled, having missed half of what she said because of where her hands were.

"Mm, maybe I was mistaken then," Hermione laughed. Merlin, Ron loved her laugh.
Nov. 30th, 2009 07:13 pm (UTC)
Re: 2. The Perils of Marrying The Most Brilliant Witch of Her Age - continued
ron's big word kink is so adorable.
:) thanks, you brightened up my day!
Nov. 11th, 2009 06:35 pm (UTC)
I would love to see more interaction between Draco and Dean, maybe in a bar setting? Sam is welcome of course if you would like to add him to the mix. I really enjoyed Damned Demented Demons so this is a scene I would love to read.
Nov. 12th, 2009 07:41 am (UTC)
This is just a note saying that I will write you something soon...so, don't despair! I just have to think on it a bit.
Nov. 14th, 2009 12:56 am (UTC)
Draco Hustles Pool
"Brandy, please"


"He'll have a whiskey, neat."

"Sure thing."

"That's not what I-"

"Just drink your whiskey."

Dean surveyed the crowded bar. He wondered how long Sam and Harry were going to be...or exactly what they were up to. He wondered if he could use the spare time to his advantage, even though Harry had given him an odd "watch out for Draco" look before he left.

"Hey Drake, you ever hustle pool?" Dean asked, thankful that Draco hadn't argued the whiskey.

"I have never hustled anything," Draco said dismissively, as though hustling anything was beneath him.

"Have you ever played pool?" Dean asked - maybe they could at least get a friendly game in, something to waste the time.

"It's a Muggle game," Draco answered.

"I'll take that as a no then," Dean said, "you want me to teach you?"

"Please, hit the white ball into the other balls to get them in the pockets. It looks straight-forward enough," Draco said.

"Fine then, Mr. I-know-everything, let's have a game." Dean walked over to the closest table and put money down to reserve next game. All the tables were occupied, but the game on this one was nearly over.

They watched a few shots, before Draco opened his big mouth.

"So, you usually bet on these games?" Draco asked, and Dean wasn't sure what to make of his tone.

"Yeah, if you're playing against someone willing to bet."

"How much, because I bet I could beat anybody," Draco replied condescendingly. The two guys currently playing the table looked Draco over in mild interest, but then pretended they weren't paying attention.

"You've never even played before," Dean sighed, "and you know, you wouldn't be able to...um...cheat, in anyway."

"I wouldn't need to," Draco said, and Dean knew that Draco understood that he couldn't use magic. "There's nothing I'm not good at. I'm a Malfoy. Malfoys don't have to cheat, we were born superior by default."

Dean nearly choked on his beer at Draco's condescending drawl. It left him speechless.

"You think you're that good buddy?" One of the pool players said, "You really think you could take one of us without ever having played before...because I'd put money on that game."

The guy was laughing at him, but Dean watched amazed as Draco just smiled slowly.

"It's a bet then."


When Sam and Harry made it back to the bar, Dean and Draco were waiting for them outside. Draco was counting money, and Dean was looking at him as though he had two heads.

"Uh, guys..what's up?" Sam asked, seeing the look on Dean's face.

"Drake's a secret pool shark," Dean answered.

"Actually, I'm not," Draco replied grinning, "I cheated."

"What? But what about that speech about being born superior..." Dean said confused. Harry snorted a laugh, but it was Draco that answered.

"If there's one thing I learned from going to school with Harry," Draco began, "it's that no one can resist trying to knock someone off their high horse."

Harry laughed again and shook his head.

"Different tactic than the one I used when I hustled pool with Dean, I'll give you that much," Harry said.

"You went the clueless foreigner route, didn't you?" Draco said, rolling his eyes. Harry nodded. "So predictable, Potter."

"Same to you, Malfoy," Harry said.

"Drake...I never have any idea what to make of you," Dean muttered, shaking his head.

"I prefer it that way," Draco replied, "now for the love of God, stop calling me that ridiculous nickname."

Nov. 14th, 2009 01:37 am (UTC)
Re: Draco Hustles Pool
Thank you ever so much! After this crappy week, I am glad I could come home and find a lovely piece like this. I laughed, I squealed and I loved this snippet. Draco was perfect here and I enjoyed Dean being amazed by the awesome Malfoy (followed by Draco trying to end the nickname). I cannot wait for more in this universe and I think you have hinted at writing a sequel. I appreciate you fulfilling my prompt and hope you liked coming up with this as well.

Besides all your other entries were of quality so I appreciate you indulging our whimsies
Nov. 14th, 2009 01:45 am (UTC)
Re: Draco Hustles Pool
Thanks for requesting it! I had a pretty horrid day at work myself, so it was actually kind of nice for me to still have a few prompts to fill to take my mind off of things. :-)

I am definitely cooking up a sequel to DDD. So far there's not much plot to it though, so it might end up being more of an odd timestamp or something, we'll see.
Nov. 11th, 2009 07:46 pm (UTC)
hermione and bobby bonding, or something involving Dean and Ginny (like maybe Ginny's point of view on their conversation?) Or um..... something about Chuck? Doesn't have to be DDD related, but heh, that could be funny too.
Nov. 12th, 2009 07:20 am (UTC)
When Ginny Met Dean
I'm planning (in the process of writing) a separate larger Hermione and Bobby bonding fic...so, I'm going to refuse that prompt. But I'll give you the others!

When Ginny Met Dean...

It was finally time for the scheduled call with Harry. Ginny had been going out of her mind at home - looking after two kids and an infant, making sure that she sent a letter to Teddy once a week while Harry was gone. Her mother stopped by to help a lot of course, but that sometimes just left her feeling more frazzled. She really missed her husband.

She was sure Hermione would make fun of her for it, but she was sure to brush her hair and make herself look as presentable as possible before she called Harry. After all, maybe he come home sooner if he remembered what he was missing...and not the screaming children part of what he was missing.

"Harry?" Ginny said, looking into the mirror with an anticipatory smile.

Harry didn't pick up right away. No worries, there was a time difference, maybe Harry was working off a clock that was a few minutes delayed.

"Harry?" Ginny tried again. She watched as the mirror in front of her shifted from her own face to grey, then a pair of familiar green eyes...

"...don't think that's a phone," somebody on Harry's side of the mirror said, and then the image sharpened, and Ginny's breath caught. It wasn't Harry. The green eyes didn't belong to Harry.

"Well, hello there," the stranger said with a smile that Ginny had never seen on Harry's face, "what's Harry doing with a girl like you in his pocket?"

"Where's my husband?" Ginny asked before her mind had even caught up with what was happening. She watched as the smile fell from the strangers face, and her heart hammered at what that could possibly mean...

"He's talking to Phil right now," the stranger said, "don't worry. He's alright. He'll be back in a minute."

Ginny breathed a sigh of relief. Now that she wasn't terrified that something horrible had happened to Harry, she studied the face of the stranger in the mirror. She was amazed at how similar the eyes were to her husbands, but the face...there was a smattering of freckles across the man's nose, faded with time, but surely when he was a child they would have been more prominent, like her second born. Harry had also never worn his hair that short, but it suited the man in the mirror.

"May I ask who you are?" Ginny asked, wondering if he was a member of the American team of Aurors. She knew standard practice was to assign trainees to Dementor jobs, but maybe they had made an exception for someone with exceptional experience. The man in the mirror certainly looked like he could be considered exceptional.

"Dean Winchester," Dean replied, smile back in place.

"Dean..." came a voice from Dean's side of the mirror. Ginny watched with amusement as Dean rolled his eyes. "That's my brother Sam, we're going to ignore him though, that way I can keep you all to myself until Harry gets back. I don't think he'd mind, do you?"

Ginny found herself laughing.
Nov. 12th, 2009 07:20 am (UTC)
When Ginny Met Dean continued...
"No, that's fine. Though, I must say, I'm curious to see what your brother looks like..." Ginny blushed, realizing what that sounded like. "Uh, that is...I mean...you look a little like my son. My second son."

Ginny nearly smacked herself at the confused look Dean gave her. Oh lord, had it been that long since she had flirted with someone? Wait? Was she trying to flirt? She was married for Merlin's sake.

"I mean..." Ginny said, a little flustered, "you have Harry's eyes, but freckles like me...and my second boy, he's the same."

Dean was laughing, but not at her. He was laughing as though she were in on the joke, like he had purposefully been born looking like her Albus so that they could have this conversation.

"Ah, Sammy's not half as good-looking as me," Dean said. "You ain't missing much."

"Hey..." Ginny heard Dean's brother say, and she laughed because it reminded her so much of her own brothers.

"So, you and Harry have two boys?" Dean asked, "Personally, I'm not sure you look old enough to have one kid, let alone too. Harry is one lucky man if he gets to go home to you every night."

"Actually," Ginny said smiling, "we have three children."

"Seriously?" Dean said, just after Ginny heard the familiar noise of someone apparating on Dean's side of the mirror. She wondered if Sam had gone off to fetch Harry, "I didn't think it was possible for a woman to have three children and look as good as you..."

Ginny blushed, and then noticed Dean look off to the side with a devilish smirk.

"Harry, man, you shouldn't neglect a girl like this, someone's liable to steal her away from you..." Dean said with a wink.

"Give me that!" Ginny heard Harry say, and the mirror was pulled away from Dean's face. All Ginny could see was black...and was that a button?

Then the image titled and Ginny was looking up at Harry.

"Gin?" Harry said.

And Ginny couldn't resist, because after growing up with six brothers, she had come to appreciate a good teasing...

"Hi Harry," Ginny said, not bothering anymore to hide her blushing. "So, who's your new American friend?"

Edited at 2009-11-12 07:21 am (UTC)
Nov. 12th, 2009 07:32 am (UTC)
Chuck Puts It Together

"Wait..." Chuck said, suddenly putting it all together. "If you guys are real..." he looked at the two men standing in his living room, wondering again if he were still drunk, or maybe gone insane, "...and everything I've written about you has actually happened..."

"Spit it out," Dean said angrily.

"...then the wizards?" Chuck finished, "the wizards were actually real?"

"You mean Harry?" Sam asked.

"Oh god..."

"What?" Dean asked concerned.

"I mean, I wrote it, it's on my computer. But I was sure as hell not going to send it to the publisher if they picked up the series again," Chuck said.

"Why not?" Sam asked confused, and man, it was just creepy how his expression was exactly like Chuck always thought it would look when he was confused.

"Because!" Chuck said, throwing his hands in the air. "I mean, ghosts and demons are one thing, but a secret society of wizards?! No one is going to believe that shit!"

Now both Winchesters looked confused.

"But it's true..." Dean said.

"You have no sense of what makes good literature," Chuck shook his head.

"You write pulp fiction!" Sam said.

"Everyone's a critic" Chuck responded.

"Dude, I love that movie!" Dean said.

Chuck didn't think he had enough liquor.
Nov. 12th, 2009 08:03 am (UTC)
man, you're awesome. I thought I would sum up my responses to all the little fics in one post instead of repeating myself like ten times. But still. Awesome :-D.
Nov. 12th, 2009 08:08 am (UTC)
Thank you very much! This has been a fun day :-)
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