A Duo of Drabbles
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dizzojayTwo little drabbles written for the Fanfiction.net weekly challenge. The challenge word was 'hover'
TUFF LOVE
(This one multi-tasked for this week's DEW challenge as well!)
Genre: Humour
Rating: K+
Characters: Dean and Bobby
Spoilers/warnings: None
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own him
Bobby's bedside manner needs some work …
xxxxx
"Stop bein' such a friggin' baby."
"Bobby, you're hovering over my bare ass with a damn great needle; I'm entitled to be concerned."
"Well, sorry princess; I'm not the one that got bit by a black dog; d'y want this wound stitched or not?"
"Yeah, by Sam."
"Sam's broke a finger, so unless you want him doing it left-handed, you've got me."
"But you can't sew … can you?"
"Goddamn cheek; I sew. I darn all my socks."
"My ass is not one of your socks!"
"Maybe not, but unless you man up and keep still, it'll still end up with my foot up it.
xxxxx
end
LIGHT ON HIS FEET
Genre: Humour
Rating: K+
Characters: Sam and Dean
Spoilers/warnings: None
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own them
It's been a while since Dean explored the bunker.
Sam's POV
xxxxx
Dean really shouldn't explore the vaults here in the bunker; no good ever comes of it.
This time he found the winged sandals of Mercury. Even I didn't think he'd be stupid enough to wedge his great big size elevens into them.
He thought it was a great big joke, hovering around the bunker. Personally, I think he just liked being taller than me for a while.
But then the goddamn idiot forgot he had them on when he went outside to lock up the Impala.
He's just been picked up by a passing crop duster somewhere over northern Iowa.
xxxxx
end
TUFF LOVE
(This one multi-tasked for this week's DEW challenge as well!)
Genre: Humour
Rating: K+
Characters: Dean and Bobby
Spoilers/warnings: None
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own him
Bobby's bedside manner needs some work …
xxxxx
"Stop bein' such a friggin' baby."
"Bobby, you're hovering over my bare ass with a damn great needle; I'm entitled to be concerned."
"Well, sorry princess; I'm not the one that got bit by a black dog; d'y want this wound stitched or not?"
"Yeah, by Sam."
"Sam's broke a finger, so unless you want him doing it left-handed, you've got me."
"But you can't sew … can you?"
"Goddamn cheek; I sew. I darn all my socks."
"My ass is not one of your socks!"
"Maybe not, but unless you man up and keep still, it'll still end up with my foot up it.
xxxxx
end
LIGHT ON HIS FEET
Genre: Humour
Rating: K+
Characters: Sam and Dean
Spoilers/warnings: None
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own them
It's been a while since Dean explored the bunker.
Sam's POV
xxxxx
Dean really shouldn't explore the vaults here in the bunker; no good ever comes of it.
This time he found the winged sandals of Mercury. Even I didn't think he'd be stupid enough to wedge his great big size elevens into them.
He thought it was a great big joke, hovering around the bunker. Personally, I think he just liked being taller than me for a while.
But then the goddamn idiot forgot he had them on when he went outside to lock up the Impala.
He's just been picked up by a passing crop duster somewhere over northern Iowa.
xxxxx
end
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Date: 2016-06-06 07:42 am (UTC)And *DYING* The image of Dean hovering over the Bunker, fabulous :D
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Date: 2016-06-06 07:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-07 04:22 pm (UTC)And I'd love to see hovering Dean on the show, what a great idea! He would do it just to be taller than Sam, too!
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Date: 2016-06-08 07:10 pm (UTC)And I just love writing Bobby; and I must be a cantankerous cow, because I can totally relate to him :D
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Date: 2016-06-08 08:11 pm (UTC)