callisto65: (Winchester Gospels)
Okay, this is waaay late, but this is for the lovely [personal profile] jojosimco's birthday. Which yeah, yeah, was over a month ago.

She wanted Dean napping, so she got this slice of Sam/Dean that became more schmoop than porn. And as to the title.. well, let's just say nothing is sacred with me.

Slash, angst-free (hey, it's birthday fic!), it's coffee-sized at around 2,000 words. Beta'd by the one and only [personal profile] mara_snh

Sam’s Very Own Norwegian Blue
callisto65: (Sam/Dean bw)
First there was this splendid idea over at [personal profile] fhionnuisce's journal.

Then there was an intriguing prompt from [profile] brianshanelvr, which just grabbed hold of me. Literally. Because at 3,200+ words, it's clear that I actually have no idea what a comment fic truly is.

Gen, pre-series (Sam is 9, Dean is 13), this is beta'd by the fabulous [personal profile] mara_snh and [profile] ancastar, who have my undying gratitude for always keeping me and the boys on our toes.

Summary: "Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go according to any rules. They're not like aches or wounds; they're more like splits in the skin."
-F.Scott Fitzgerald, ‘The Crack-Up’-

A Split in The Skin
callisto65: (Winchester Gospels)
I miss this writing lark. I have the outline for two fairly long Supernatural stories all scribbled ( God bless Starbucks in Baltimore:)), but no peace and quiet yet to start filling in the blanks, as it were.

So I thought a flashfic might be just the thing.. and it was! I feel much better now:))

Gen, unattached to an episode. It's just Dean having some color issues..

"It's pink."


"Dude. It's pink."

Flashfic. Supernatural
callisto65: (Sam and Dean)
Waaaaay back when this started life as a flashfic written to one of their four word prompts. Yeah, right. Somewhere along the way it grew into 1,860 words that I tapped out and tweaked whenever I had time. It has now been beta'd by the lovely [personal profile] mara_snh, and the only way it resembles a Flashslash fic is that the 4 word prompts are still there.

Laura says I can post it up at [community profile] flashslash too, which is very sweet of her.

Gen, and not attached to any particular episode. It's Sam taking care of his brother after a hunt...

Dakota Minnesota )
callisto65: (Sam/Dean bw)
A double drabble. Just because I miss writing like a limb and because I paid a deposit on my sleep debt this afternoon. This started life as a comment fic for [personal profile] paxlux, but I thought I could take it further so here it is. The lovely [profile] ancasta ran her beta eyes over it, and is now for her because she's not feeling well. Rest up, hon.

Gen, no spoilers needed.


Sense Memories

The smell of creosote was one, freshly cut grass was another. So Dean guessed they must have had a fence and a lawn once upon a time. Not that he could fit the idea of mowing grass on a Sunday with anything he knew about his life and his father, but he figured the grass must have been cut regularly to keep it down, to keep it nice. Like his mom would have wanted.

So sometimes when that sound drifted in, it would pull at his thoughts and make him swallow. If things were just right, he let it. If nothing hurt and needed fixing, if Sam was breathing safe and loud in the next bed, if coffee and salt were right there, then he would lie back with his eyes closed and see himself out there in the grass with his dad; helping, getting underfoot, even playing in the cuttings. He always breathed in deep to let the moment go all the way, though. Because if the world was still enough, then the hum and whirr of a lawn mower on a summer morning was not just his dad, but also the faint, sweet sound of a child giggling.

callisto65: (Sam/Dean bw)
Written as part of [personal profile] mara_snh's liquor-and-scribbling suggestion to help us all through the 'vale of tears' that is S4.

I've had the beer, and very nice it was too. So here's the scribbling.. a shot of S1 angst, when all Sam and Dean ever fell back on was each other.

Gen, this is a coda to 1.15, Shadow. Because Kripke, Kim, Meg, and all the boys packed a lot into that one. It was going to be a drabble, but we all know how that goes with me, so it's coffee-sized now at just under 1,500 words.

Oh, and there's a tiny tweak to canon here.

Nor The Battle To The Strong )


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