I don't have a lot of inspiration a lot of the time, so I thought I'd start this request story thing - basically it keeps me writing when I don't have any story ideas, because hopefully you guys will give me requests to write! I apologise in advance if the story doesn't live up to what you were expecting, but I'm not a great writer; however I will try to try my best, because you awesome guys deserve it (I don't know who I'm really addressing this to, but as I often talk to myself, it's easy to address an empty room at large as 'you guys').
So yeah that's about what this is - a request thingy (can't think of a better name for it tbh). So, uh, I'll write one short story to start off, then you go ahead and request and I'll write a chapter of it. Thank you & please enjoy :)
However there are a few rules (because what is fun without the rules?) to follow:
- No romantic ships & definitely no wincest (sorry guys, I just like the brothers as they are)
- Implied ships (eg: destiel) can be done with slight hints involved in the story (I guess)
- Please no death requests or, really, AUs or pre series if you can manage it (I'm not comfortable writing AU or Pre series)
- Bit random, but I don't particularly like John Winchester so I'd rather not write about him (basically just Sam & Dean)
- Can be any season etc & I'll write when it's set if need be (I've seen all episodes so it'll be no spoilers for me)
- Oh and... have fun! Be creative! (Within reason, I'd like to keep it canon)
Drop a comment on this story or on my page for a request, and I'll try to do them all (well if I get any I will). This is the first time I've done something like this so please be patient; I will try. Thanks again :) Looking forward to hearing from some people!
Here's a rather random story about brothers and a car to start off...
Sam huffed and sat down on his bed, glaring at his brother when Dean entered.
They were both soaked through from the salt and burn they just had to do, and furthermore Sam had got thrown into a tree. He wasn't very pleased about that. Luckily only his hair got any ill effect; there were twigs and leaves stuck in the wet locks that plastered his face.
"Dude, are you going to stop giving me the evil eye, and go wash your crazy hair?" Dean interrupted Sam's train of complaining thought.
Giving his brother a bitchface, Sam got up and headed for the shower. Dean grinned as he watched him go, and sighed, turning back to the newspaper he was reading.
He was soaking wet too, but Sam was the one who looked as though someone had just poured a bucket of tree water over Albert Eistein's head, so Dean had decided to kindly allow him to look more presentable before going to get dinner.
Reading the paper and finding nothing interesting, Dean dropped it on the bed, and considered dropping after it, but due to the fact that then the paper and the bed will be wet as well as him, decided that wasn't a good idea. Instead, he logically thought that as it was still raining outside, and he wasn't getting much dryer standing in soaked clothes, he may as well go and get them some dinner.
Dean walked over to the bathroom door and banged on it, and yelled to be heard through, "I'm going out for dinner, okay?"
"Alright!" Sam called back, sounding pissed. Dean smirked. Clearly he had jumped at banging at the door, which was always amusing.
Rolling his eyes, Dean grabbed the motel keys off the table and headed out. He ran the few strides to the Impala and sighed contently as he got in to the warmth and dryness of his baby.
Turning the key, Dean expected to hear her engine come to life, ready to take him where he wished. Instead, it made a spluttering, miserable, noise, and hissing sadly. Suddenly smoke started coming from the bonnet, and the rain that was trying to splatter the car to jelly hissed as it fell near where the smoke was from.
Sitting there in shock for a minute, Dean quickly snapped into action, jumping out of the car and around to the bonnet in the same swift movements as he usually used to rush to his brother's side when in need of help (or not, considering how Sam's random independence streak sometimes struck).
It was raining way too hard to open the engine and see the problem, but Dean immediately noted that the smoke wasn't normal, and the air around it was freezing enough - despite the rain - to cause smoke in the air when he breathed.
Godfreakingdammit. It was that freaking ghost.
Growling in frustration, Dean kicked a nearby post, only succeeding in hurting his foot, resulting in trying to stand on one leg as he massaged the ankle, hissing, "son of a bitch..."
Eventually he gave up being wet - because he was by now very very thoroughly soaked and chilled to the bone so much that he briefly wondered whether he'd get hypothermia if he didn't have a hot shower soon. Doubtful, but considering the state his baby was currently in, he wouldn't so much mind.
He guess Sam would, though. So Dean patted the Impala as he left it, muttering curses and threats to the twice-now dead ghost that had totaled his car for when they stopped.
He stormed back into the room, slamming the door behind him, and causing his brother - who was lying calmly on his bed looking at his laptop - to glance over to him, mildly surprised.
"Yes?" Sam asked, noting the dark, severely-annoyed expression on Dean's face that was usually reserved for anyone threatening his little brother.
Dean just glared a bit more, until he decided that that wasn't doing anything, so instead stormed to the bathroom, watched curiously by Sam, until he turned around to glare some more at his brother.
"FREAKING GHOST TOTALED MY CAR!" he suddenly shouted, extremely pissed, and turned around to go into the bathroom, slamming the door after him and yelling at nothing in particular, "SON OF A BITCH!"
Sam watched this with mild interest, not particularly surprised now about Dean's anger. He sighed and turned back to his laptop as he heard the shower running. And he grinned as he suddenly realised something.
Clearly the Impala was the only thing that made Dean forget about food.