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I had to go into town today to pick up a reader for one of my courses. Which meant taking Muni. Which meant time. To pass the time, I decided to write some drabbles. I was listening to my shuffle, and used song titles as prompts.


general rated, some implied Wincest
Both Hands
Dean was eating with both hands, one on his fork, one gripping his plate as though he knew Sam was thinking of grabbing it. It totally wasn't fair that Dean was guarding it like that. He knew peach pie was Sam's favorite and he'd still taken the last piece. When Sam sulked and wouldn’t choose between pecan and cherry, Dad said he couldn’t have any at all.

Dean had pie and Sam had nothing.

Then Dad got up to pay. When his back was turned, Dean pushed the last few bites of pie towards his brother and hissed, 'Eat quick.'

Jesus of Suburbia
"Christ, you're not god's gift, you know."

Dean smirked. "Do you hear the irony in that?"

Sam did, now that Dean mentioned it, and he wanted to kick himself but he wasn't giving Dean the satisfaction. "Will you just for five minutes pay attention to what I'm saying instead of ogling the suburban housewife posse?"

"Housewives? Sam, look at them."

"I am looking at them. And their wedding rings."

"Aw, fuck."

"Later. First I'm telling you how we're gonna kill this thing." If the glint in Dean's eyes when Sam said 'later' was about the housewives, Sam let himself pretend it was him instead.

Beloved Wife
Sam had a secret that he'd never told anyone. Not Pastor Jim, certainly not Dad, and not even Dean. A secret so bad that he didn't even really let himself know it.

Sometimes, he hated his mother.

The sainted Mary. Beloved wife and mother, whose death had broken their dad so badly that he dragged them all over the country, gave them guns instead of books and toys, and more often found comfort in the bottom of a bottle than quality time with his kids.

Sam wanted to love her, he did. But how to love someone you couldn't remember?

Song 100 Dean Drabbles