Dizzojay's Dean Dreams

The boys return from a hard and damaging hunt. Dean needs some help; he doesn't want it.

Sorry guys, but it seems Lj cuts aren't working today, shock horror!

"Dean, how long you gonna be in there?" Sam yelled irritably at the locked bathroom d

The response was an agitated snort; "keep your friggin' hair o …" the words snapped into a grunted hiss of pain.

'Just taking a leak' Dean had said; since when did 'just taking a leak' take fifteen goddamn minutes?

When you're trying to do it with one arm, that's when.

When you're delaying an unpleasant inevitable, that's when.

Eventually, after Sam had paced up and down huffing impatiently, examined the blossoming bruise on his cheekbone, changed his socks and brewed a cup of coffee, there came a protracted fumbling with the bolt which heralded a hesitant opening of the bathroom door.

Dean stood in the doorway, partially silhouetted against the stark lighting behind him.

Listing pitifully to starboard, his pale face was beaded with sweat, his right arm cradled protectively against his chest.

Sam put his mug down on the table beside him.

"C'mon dude, sooner we do this, sooner it's over."

Dean gave a shuddering sigh and trudged grumpily across to sit on the chair that Sam was gesturing to. As he began to lower his rump into it he hesitated, rising again; "Uh, I'll just make m'self a coffee.

Standing behind him, Sam pushed him back down into the chair.

"Dean, quit stallin'; do you want me to reset that dislocated shoulder or not?"

Dean bristled "stow your naggin' bitch, I'm not stallin'."

Yeah, snorted Sam, that's why you've been locked in the bathroom for half an hour.

Dean spun round to glare at his brother over the back of the chair, letting out an involuntary yelp of pain in the process; "you try havin' a leak when you've only got one workin' hand …" he snorted, voice heavy with insulted indignation.

Sam shook his head with an exasperated smile, grasping Dean by his uninjured shoulder and ignoring the flinch that resulted.

"Okay man?"

There was a barely perceptible nod, followed by a laboured swelling of the chest around a deep, shuddering breath.

"Right, lets do this."

Sam brought his hand across to rest flat on the back of Dean's injured shoulder, cringing as he felt the defined ridge caused by the displaced joint.

Dean winced and tried to shrink away from the touch.

"Dean …"

"Well, friggin' get on with it," Dean snapped, wiping his brow with his good hand.

"I will, if you'd just keep still."

Dean muttered assorted expletives under a deep breath as his jaw clenched resolutely.

Sam's hand wormed it's way up under the arm clamped across Dean's chest and his hand balled into a fist, pressing up, deep into Dean's armpit.

Another flinch.

"Dean …for Heaven's sake!"

"Jus' do it …"

"Ready?"

"YES!"

Sam braced and leaned into Dean's back; "one…"

Dean took another deep breath; "I hate you so much."

"Sure you do … two …" Sam smiled, flat hand pressing hard against Dean's sweat dampened T shirt.

Dean clenched his teeth waiting for three.

Sam jerked, thrusting his fist up into the hot, clammy nook under Dean's arm, and punched the joint back into the socket with a sickening crunch.

The violence with which Dean's head snapped back, eyes squeezed closed, yawning a gaping howl which was either silent or beyond the range of human hearing shocked even Sam, who stumbled backwards with a start.

Lurching forward, Dean looked for all the world like he was about to recycle everything he'd eaten in the last week, before the convulsing heaves levelled into harsh panting breaths.

By the time Dean opened his eyes, blinking back a haze of tears, Sam was kneeling on the floor in front of him.

"Okay dude?"

He was answered with a nod. "Yeah, thanks ... I think."

Dean sat up and timidly massaged the offending joint, experimentally wiggling the fingers of his right hand.

A mug of coffee appeared in front of him and he took it with muttered thanks, shakily wiping his tearing eyes with the heel of his free hand.

"Wasn't so bad …" he grumbled as he took in a long, comforting sip of the hot drink

Sam grinned; "'course it wasn't Dean!"

xxxxx

end

AN EXPOSEE OF FAERIES - NASTY LITTLE BUGGERS ...

This is an idea that has been floating around in my poor addled head ever since the first announcement that the boys would be doing battle with faeries in episode 6.09, and that they would be dealing with 'real' faeries; the malign, sinister creatures of ancient lore, not the pink, sparkly, vomit-inducing things of Disney movies and Enid Blyton books.

Tom Matthews, my OC who has previously been seen in my stories 'Dry' and 'Hair of the Dog' makes an appearance in this story. A word on Tom, for those who have not met him: Bobby describes him as an old friend, a Doctor who runs an 'off the books' clinic looking after hunters. He is short and plump with expressive dark brown eyes. In their first meeting when Dean was, once again in bad straights, Sam liked him and trusted him on sight.

I've rated this M because this story contains details of a non-consensual sexual act. If this sort of thing troubles you, PLEASE DO NOT READ, I have no wish to offend.

Oh, and it's AU, so Sam is not soulless.

Anyway, moving swiftly on …… when the faeries abducted Dean, and he fought his way back - what if they really - I mean, really - liked what they saw?

THE DARKEST REALM

Rating: M
Word Count: approx 29,000
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort

Disclaimer: I don't own them and that is proof, if it were needed, that life just isn't fair!

SEEING AS LJ CUT IS BEING *!!*?**/&* RETARDED  AT THE MOMENT, HERE IS THE LINK TO THE STORY ON MY FANFIC.NET ACCOUNT!

https://login.fanfiction.net/story/story_preview.php?storyid=7221261

 

I'm not entirely sure where my mind was at the weekend, but if the drabbles I wrote were anything to go by, I would say there should have been a three mile exclusion zone around it for health and safety purposes.

Needless to say that my two lovely boys didn't do too well out of it :)

See for yourself ...

Disclaimer: Don't own, wish I did, blah blah

KING OF HELL

I bring you a 200-word excusion into the wit and wisdom of everyone's favourite arch-demon, scheming liar, double-crossing snake and all round smart-arse.

Vague spoilers for 6.22 - 'The Man Who Knew Too Much'.

Genre: Horror/Humour
Rating: T for some disturbing imagery
Word Count: 200

 

Sitting here watching the news, listening to politicians blathering on; is it any wonder I'm preoccupied with grubby, slimy things?

So herewith, Sam, Dean and ... something slimy.

SOMETHING SLIMY
Rating: K+
Genre: Humour
Word count: approx 100

Disclaimer: I own nothing, only my own disturbed mind

 

A mystrious disaster en-route to a far flung hunt tests Dean to the very edge of his physical and psychological limits; but is this all down to fate? Winchester luck? Or are there darker forces at work?  Later on in the story there will be slight, non-specific spoilers for various season 5 goings-on.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, wished upon a star.  Didn't work!

Chapters 1 - 4

http://community.livejournal.com/hoodie_time/337014.html

Chapters 5 - 8

http://community.livejournal.com/hoodie_time/337788.html#cutid1