4 Supernatural Drabbles

[tommygirl]

1) yahtzee63 wanted SPN, John interacting with Sam pre-series during estrangement

John stepped through the emergency room doors into the crisp night air. He took a deep breath and stared at the cellphone in his hand. He could face monsters and demons, but the idea of calling his youngest son terrified him. Sammy had a knack for testing his patience and bringing out the gruff before John could even temper it.

If it was up to him, he would've avoided calling and left Sam to his new life (with sporadic check ins made by him and Dean).

But this was for Dean, a son who never asked anything of him and always did what he was told. Dean, who was fighting for his life and asking for his baby brother. John could suck up his own anger and fear long enough to make Sam aware of what was going on. What Sam did with the information was up to him.

John took another deep breath and dialed the number from memory. On the third ring, a bubbly female voice picked up, "Sam's phone."

"Uh...Is Sam there?"

"Sure...Doug? Is that you? I told you not to try to smoke ten cigarettes at once..."

"I'm not..." John paused when he heard Sam's voice in the background, asking who it was.

"Doug?"

"'Fraid not, Sammy," John replied. He was met with silence, except for Sam's harsh breathing. John sighed and said, "Your brother's been hurt."

"When isn't he hurt thanks to your quest?"

"I didn't call to start a fight with you, Sam."

"Then why did you call? It's been two years and not a single word from you."

"So you know it must be bad then," John's voice rose with each syllable and he shut his eyes against the way Sam could get under his skin. He took another long, deep breath and said, "Your brother is in surgery and he’s been asking for you. You remember Dean, right? Took care of you, babied you way too much?"

Again he was met with silence. John said, "The only reason I even called is because we were working a job about forty minutes north of Stanford and your brother made me promise to call you."

"How bad is he?" Sam asked, but John knew that what he meant was how could you let this happen to him? As though John wasn’t wondering the same thing.

"He got torn up pretty bad, lost a lot of blood, but you know your brother..."

After what felt like forever, Sam replied quietly, "I'll come for Dean. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Good. Your brother will like that."

"Sure," Sam paused, whispering something to other voices in the background. "Thanks for calling me."

"See you soon, Sam."


2) shay_renoylds wanted SPN, Sam/Dean, sleep - Post All Hell Breaks Loose Part 2

The yellow-eyed demon is dead and rather than celebrating, all Sam can think about is the possibility of losing Dean. There had been some drinking and amazing sex, but no big “the bastard is dead” party. Instead, Sam is stretched out in some random motel’s bed, legs tangled up with Dean’s, unable to sleep. His hands roam over Dean’s chest as he focuses on Dean’s even breathing.

Sam can’t wrap his brain around the idea that in a year this could be gone. He understands why Dean did what he had, knowing that he probably would've done the same thing, but now there is this countdown clock suffocating them.

Or Sam, anyway. Dean looks happier than Sam has seen in a long time. Dean doesn't seem bothered by his one year death sentence.

Sam tightens his hold on Dean, pressing himself closer and tucking his head into Dean's neck.

"Get some sleep, Sammy."

Sam smiles and kisses Dean's throat as a response.

Dean groans, but pushes himself up and around so that they're facing one another. Dean's eyes are still half-closed from sleep and God help him, but Sam thinks it's possibly the hottest thing he has ever seen. Sam presses his forehead against Dean's and says, "Go back to sleep."

"Take your own advice."

"I'm not tired."

"Sam...You were..." his voice trails off as his hand traces over Sam's hip and back. Dean clears his throat and continues, "You need your rest."

"I'm fine, Dean."

"Now, but..."

"I'm fine. You saved me."

Dean smiles, shuts his eyes, and murmurs, "And you'll save me."

Sam watches Dean drift back off to sleep and feels the grip of terror in his chest lessen a bit. Dean's faith in him is what will get them through this. That and the fact that there is no way he is losing his brother.

Sam settles in with his head resting on Dean's arm and shuts his eyes. If he's going to get them out of this deal, he'll need to be on his A-Game and that means sleep.



3) vampyreranger wanted SPN, Sam & Missouri talking about Dean - Post All Hell Breaks Loose 2

"That boy has a knack for pissing people off," Missouri said with a sigh as she watched Dean from the window of her kitchen cleaning out his car.

Sam sipped on his coffee and said, "Yeah, but he's also the one who everyone runs to for saving."

Missouri smiled as she took a seat at the table across from Sam. She said, "Right now he's nothin’ but a ball of anxiety. Everything he has is concentrated on worrying about you."

"He's worried about me? I'm not the one who made a deal with a demon," Sam replied sharply. There was no use hiding his anger from Missouri. He was pretty sure she would've been able to read it from a mile away.

Missouri sighed. "Right or wrong, that boy's mission has been all about keeping you safe." Missouri tapped her fingers on the table, studying Sam for a few seconds before replying, "You need to let him know you'll be okay, Sam."

"I'm going to fix this."

"That's all well and good, sweetheart, but in the meantime, you need to make sure that he knows you'll be okay if you can’t fix it."

Sam bit down on his lip and tried to ignore the sucker-punch feeling in his gut. He shook his head and said, "I can't lie to him."

"You boys…Your father would be proud of how much you love one another, but I'm worried. Don't want either of you going off on some cock-eyed quest that only ends with you both hurt."

"Tell that to Dean."

"What's done is done, Sam. It can't be changed," Missouri replied. She reached out and touched Sam's hand. "What's important is you focus on what you have now."


4) 7timesfate wanted Supernatural, Sam/Dean, Dean gets lost

“Would you pull over already?”

“Horny again already, Sammy? Can’t you wait until we get to a motel?” Dean replied with a smirk, allowing his hand to rest on Sam’s thigh.

Sam rolled his eyes and he pushed Dean’s hand away. “Big brain, Dean.”

“Whatever.”

“We’re completely lost in the backwoods of Missouri. Can you please pull over so I can look at a map?”

“I don’t need a map. We’re heading in the right direction.”

“You said that an hour ago.”

“So?”

“So pull the damn car over!” Sam replied.

“You need to lighten up, Sammy.”

“I’m tired and we’ve been in this car forever and…” Sam’s voice choked off into a gasp as Dean’s hand unzipped his pants and grabbed his cock. Sam was still pissed, but he could no longer think, only capable of pressing back into his seat to give Dean more access and grunting.

Dean grinned, driving with one hand on the steering wheel while his other worked Sam in a way that made his hips buck up against the touch. Sam bit down on his lip and moaned, “Dean…”

“Yeah, that’s it. C’mon Sammy.”

Sam shut his eyes and focused on the feel of his brother’s hand on him and before he knew it, he was coming hard all over Dean’s hand and his pants. He groaned as Dean’s hand slide away, reaching for the tissues in the glove compartment.

Sam managed to even his breathing enough to say, “We’re still lost.”

“Being lost ain’t so bad, Sam, now is it?”

Dean was pleased with himself, and there was no way Sam was letting him get the last word in. Sam brought his hand to rest at the back of Dean’s neck, rubbing the skin there, and said, “Yeah, but if we managed to get out of these god forsaken woods, we could find a motel and you could do whatever you wanted to me all night long.”

Dean skidded the car to a stop on the side of the road and said, “So where’s that map?”

Sam laughed. Sometimes he loved his brother’s preference for thinking with his little brain.