A few drabbles

Wrote a few drabbles for Sam/Dean, J2 Drabble-a-thon hosted here. Thought I'd post those as well as an old commentfic drabble I wrote for a different one. I think I'll even throw in my two one sentence fics I wrote for spnforthesane. I'm still working on my other, longer fics, it's just slow going. This medication they have me on has made me really foggy and absent minded lately, it's kinda hard to read, let alone write, but I'm still trying. I'm going to talk to my doctor about switching to a natural rather than synthetic hormone, I'm hoping that will make some difference.


( Sam/Dean, Singing )

( Sam/Dean, Family Game Night )

( Sam and Dean, Soap )

And the one sentence fics, which I'm not cutting, 'cause they're short and spoiler-free.

Prompt: Shotgun Wedding.

"Dean," Sam observed as the angry father herded his brother to the chapel doors, "I always thought that your man whore ways might lead to a shotgun wedding, I just never thought it would be your own gun used to force you."

Prompt: Orange

For the third time that night orange neon lights blinked the words no vacancy, but Dean just clenched his jaw and pressed down harder on the gas pedal--they knew, more than anyone, how to continue without rest.

Sarah was stupid today.

Note to self: Just because your medication has started kicking in and you can actually stay awake for eight hours at a time does not mean your body is ready for an hour long, intense workout Zumba class, no matter how fun you thought it would be.


Getting dizzy and passing out half way through the class? Not fun.

*sigh*