a quick rec before I head off...
Dec. 23rd, 2005 04:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tommygirlSo ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mrscutedean wrote me All The World Is a Stage for the Supernatural Santa.
Go read if you read this fandom. Sam being protective of Dean. Sam angst. Dean hurt. Gah. It's perfect and I love it. Go read, people.
mrscutedean wrote me All The World Is a Stage for the Supernatural Santa. Go read if you read this fandom. Sam being protective of Dean. Sam angst. Dean hurt. Gah. It's perfect and I love it. Go read, people.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
Secret Santa
Date: 2005-12-23 09:28 pm (UTC)He's At It Again- A Supernatural Drabble
“He’s at it again.” Six-year-old Sam said solemnly, tugging on his Dad’s sleeve.
“Geez.” John rolled his eyes. “I oughta….” He looked down at his young son. “Thanks, Sam. I’ll handle it from here.”
“Cool.” Sam shrugged and walked out of John’s study.
John left his notes on the Nashville Banshee on his desk and ran up the stairs to his oldest son’s room. Dean was crouched near the window, a rifle clutched in his hands.
“Dean!” John roared, running over and grabbing the gun. “What have I told you about trying to shoot Christmas carolers?”
“Ummm…aim carefully?” Dean said sheepishly.
John shook his head. “Next time I’ve got a job to go on, I should just leave you with Aunt Edna.”
Dean’s eyes widened. “Please, Dad! Anything but that!”
Nobody Likes A Cortex Hog- A Firefly/Serenity Crossover
“Gorram it.” Jayne growled. “Go away, won’t you?”
“Hogging the Cortex isn’t very nice.” River chirped. “Too much programming makes your brain rot into a gelatinous goo.”
“I ain’t no goo, woman, gelatinous or not!” The mercenary sneered.
“Jayne, I have business to conduct.” Inara said with a scowl. “River’s right. We all have different reasons for wanting to use the Cortex, and frankly, you’ve used more bandwidth than is your share.”
“Stick your ruttin’ foot in it.”
The screen suddenly went black.
“What the hell?” He pounded the console. “Work, gorram it!” He turned to Inara and River. “What voodoo did you two do?”
“They didn’t do nothing.” Kaylee said from the doorway, a grin on her face. “I disconnected you. It’s amazin’ what you can do when you know your way around all types of technical stuff. ‘Nara, it’s your turn, now.”
“Finally.” The companion exclaimed, walking off, with River trailing behind her.
“That was a right low thing to do, Kaylee. I oughta…”
“I wouldn’t be the threatening type, Jayne. ‘Cuz I know the Captain, and Zoe, and River, and ‘Nara, and Simon would just love to hear all about your obsession with that little Supernatural vid program on the Cortex.”
“Shut up, Gorramit!”
Say to Yourself It's Just A Show (You Should Really Just Relax)- A Gilmore Girls/Supernatural Drabble
“I don’t see why you like this show.”
“Please, Rory. Hot guys who often take their shirts off. What else do I need in a television program?”
“Geesh, I don’t know, a plot?”
“Oh, you know very well that every episode of Supernatural contains 10 percent more plot than your average horror movie. And by golly, that’s plot enough for me.”
“There are sometimes I can’t believe I’m related to you.” Rory shook her head. “When did you sink to the level of the teeming teenage fangirl?”
“Who says I ever left?” Lorelai shrugged. “You college students overanalyze everything. Just sit back, kid of mine, and enjoy the work of art that is Dean Winchester’s abs.”
Rory rolled her eyes. “Whatever. The Sam character kind of gives me the creeps, though.”
“I can’t ever imagine why.”
Re: Secret Santa
Date: 2005-12-24 07:24 am (UTC)Dude, these all rocked! Jayne watching Supernatural and Dean shooting at Christmas Carolers - I don't know which I love more.
And no worries about things - I truly understand real life hecticness, especially at the holidays!
Secret Santa
Date: 2005-12-25 12:01 pm (UTC)I've had an absolutely wonderful time writing these for you this holiday season, and the feedback you've given has been absolutely outstanding.
You Drive Me Crazy- A Supernatural Drabble
“Jingle Bells, Batman Smells, Robin Laid an Egg…”
“Stop it!”
“The Batmobile lost a wheel, and the Joker got away…”
“I mean it!”
“Oooh, I’m scared. Jingle Bells, Batman Smells…”
“I’m going to have to kick your ass.”
“Like you could. Robin Laid an Egg…”
“Could you be any more annoying?”
He winked. “The Batmobile lost a wheel, and the Joker got away…HEY!” He finished with an operatic flair.
“You’re done. Finally.”
“Joy to the World, the teacher’s dead, we barbequed her head…” Dean started to sing with a gleaming grin.
Sam buried his head in a pillow and muffled his scream.
Christmas Mourning- A Supernatural Drabble
“Somehow, I knew you’d be here.” Dean said, walking up to stand beside Sam at the grave.
“It wouldn’t exactly take a rocket scientist.” Sam said, his attention still fixated on the grave. “Where else would I be?”
“When we were little, I wanted to go visit Mom’s grave. I only asked once, because it totally tore Dad up. Even though I wanted to, I couldn’t ask him.” Dean coughed slightly. “So the weekend after I got my license, I took off. And after getting hopelessly lost outside of town, I found it. I still go there whenever I pass through. And you know bro, you’re hopelessly more like me than you want to admit.”
Sam shot him a look.
“Jess seemed nice. I just met her the once and all, but you two seemed really good together.”
“Thanks.”
Sam and Dean stood and stared down at the grave; mourning on Christmas morning.
Merry Christmas, Chump- A Supernatural/Lost Crossover
“I don’t think so.” Dean snarled at his opponent. “I beat your ass fair and square. Pay up.”
“Hey, it’s Christmas buddy. Have a heart. Best of three?” His long haired opponent said with a southern drawl.
“I’ve already kicked your ass twice. I’d rather not serve you your own ass on a platter again; especially on Christmas.”
“Oh, I’ll hold my own.”
“I’m sure.”
“Yo, Sawyer.” The barkeep called. “Phone call for ya.”
“And that would be me.” Dean’s opponent growled. “Might as well take it, seeing as you’re too chicken to play again.” He threw down a pile of crumpled bills on the pool table. “Merry Christmas, Chump.”
Re: Secret Santa
Date: 2005-12-25 12:33 pm (UTC)Thank you so much! You rocked! (In case I haven't said that enough throughout the month!)
Re: Secret Santa
Date: 2005-12-25 01:51 pm (UTC)