Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters - these were created by Eric Kripke - I'm just borrowing them. I'm not making any commercial gain. No harm or infringement intended.
E/O Challenge: Nice. 1 x 200 & 2 x 100 word drabbles. #1: Sam's first crush. #2: There's nothing like pie. #3: The Winchesters never imagined that one day they'd get old.
~#~
Nothing's Ever Nice and Easy
"Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty..." – Theodore Roosevelt
~#~
A/N: Sam's first crush. Teen!chesters. 200 words.
Gotta Be In It to Win It
"I just cash in on the fact that I'm good looking, and I've got a nice figure and girls like me" - Sid Vicious
As Sam walked through the cafeteria, he saw her.
Diana.
Named after the huntress; it was surely meant to be!
She had eyes bluer than the clearest of summer days and hair more golden than a field of ripened corn. He felt his heart stop at the realization that she seemed to notice his attention, and when their eyes met it was with a jolt of electricity that restarted it.
She turned to one of the group of friends who forever followed, worshipfully, in her wake and whispered something in her ear. They both laughed, but she turned back and locked eyes with him again. It was as if time slowed down and Sam realized, with a gradual, stomach-clenching shock, that she was headed in his direction with a determined expression.
Sam wiped at his face, hoping there wasn't still spinach from his lunch stuck in his teeth. Why don't I have any gum?
"Hi, Sam."
Sam couldn't believe she knew his name.
"So, my parents are away this weekend, and I'm having a party..."
"I'd love to come to your party," Sam blurted.
Diana flushed. "You're a nice guy, Sam, but I was kinda hoping to ask your brother..."
~#~
A/N: There's nothing like pie. 100 words.
Witch Bitch
"If you haven't got anything nice to say about anybody, come sit next to me" - Alice Roosevelt Longworth
Dean hated witches. No, really, hated witches.
The hair had stood up on the back of his neck as soon as the victims' neighbor had answered the door.
"So, you're sure you don't know what happened to the Baums?" repeated Dean.
"What? Little ol' me? But, I'm as nice as pie," the woman cackled.
Dean managed to dive for cover, throwing his knife, just in time to avoid the bolt of black lightning she cast in his direction.
As she clawed at her throat, choking to death, her true, horrifying, visage was revealed.
"You are nothing like pie," Dean snarled.
~#~
A/N: The Winchesters never imagined that one day they'd get old. 100 words.
Nice 'N Easy
"Nice to be here? At my age it's nice to be anywhere" - George Burns
Dean couldn't wait any longer. "Sorry, Sammy. It's an emergency, what with my enlarged prostate..." He barged into the bathroom, trying to cover his eyes just a moment too late.
Sam lurched away from the sink with a guilty start and a bottle clattered to the ground.
Dean stared. "Nice 'N Easy? Since when do you dye your hair?"
Sam narrowed his eyes. "Since about eighteen. We can't all rock the silver fox look," he spat.
"I know! I'm only teasing," said Dean with a smug smirk. "I've been trying to drop hints all week that your roots need doing."
(;,;)