Supernatural Drabbles

a/n: A set of short fics each exactly 100 words and based on a weekly word prompt.

Originally written for "Supernatural 100"


Challenge Prompt: "Uncover"

Title: Hurting on the Inside

Dean's fingers bit into skin, hard and cruel.

"The hell is wrong with you Sammy?"

The younger boy turned away, all shaking bones and harsh breath under his touch.

"Are you hurt?"

Sam's head shook no but his eyes sold him out.

Dean's hand sought skin until he felt the damage, heard the soft groan.

Peeling back layers until he saw the smooth muscled flesh marred by blood and bruising

"S'okay Sam, it's not that bad. I've got you."

"Hurts."

"Where?" Dean's whisper all fear and worry now.

"Here." Sam moved his hand over his heart. "Thought I'd lost you."


Challenge Prompt: "Shine"

Title: Cold metal

"It is worthless"

The words rang bitter and harsh yet seemed to capture the very essence of truth.

There was no hope, no salvation, no light at the end of the tunnel.

Just a darkness between the shadows that seeped cold against his skin and dulled the light from his eyes.

He had lost family, lost friends and now…now he knew he had never really known Sam.

Dean gripped the amulet that had once been warm… bright with the love of his little brother.

Now the shine was gone and all Dean could feel in his hand was cold metal.


Challenge Prompt: "Apocalypse"

Title: Apocalypse

Winchester blood has always been easily spilt

A vivid red that marks their mistakes, bonds them closer

Hunting is under their skin, burning through their veins

Like passion, like poison

They share a bond stronger than family

Brothers in arms

Dean has always sacrificed to save Sam

It's his job

Sam has always acted out of love

He was taught by the best

Evil has always had a way with words, twisting things

Hiding in plain sight, smirking

There has been a war coming since the dawn of time

The only difference is that now ... it has a name


Challenge Prompt: "Neutral"

Title: Nothing Left

Sam had caged Lucifer and was paid with fire and brimstone

Angels were dicks yet they sat in heaven playing God

Hunters had and always would die young or bloody… probably both

Demons ravaged, planes crashed and clowns probably still killed

The world kept turning and chaos was the soulmate of free will

Peace was the harbinger of guilt

Nothing on this earth remained unscathed, unchanged

It had always been about choosing sides not winning

Dean couldn't give a damn about picking up the pieces

No interest in being the last man standing

He had nothing left worth fighting for