I've been working on writing a one-shot once a week with themes for each being supplied from friends (and now that it's on FF, reviewers too). Because of my current obsession with Supernatural the first 3 weeks fall into Supernatural fanfic. All the shots are numbered (even when they aren't supernatural based). When I reach each interval of 25 shots the person who gave me the theme for the 25th one shot in the set, will get to make a special writing request from me (within reason please).
Shot #1: War Story (theme from Zephir)
Date completed: Tues Sept. 21st 2010
Word count: 530
"Please tell it to me again Dad."
The man shifted the child sitting on his knees and made a mock disapproving face. "Come on, you don't want to hear that old yarn again. Aren't you getting too old for these stories anyways?"
The child sitting on his father's lap made his best pouty face. "But I love that old war story. Besides, it's about you and Uncle Sam, right? What's better than hearing about my two greatest heroes right before bedtime?"
"Alright, alright then into bed you go," the man said as he lifted the boy from his lap and hoisted him up. He rose from the chair and walked over to the child's bed, "Man you are getting heavy, pretty soon I won't be able to carry you anymore."
The child giggled as he was set down and then snuggled underneath his covers. "Dad you're very strong, you can still throw Ben across the yard if he back-talks and he's almost 15."
This brought a hearty guffaw from the child's father, "Yeah I guess you're right, can't pull nothin' over your eyes Sammie. You're nice and sharp, like a good silver blade."
"Samuel Aaron, what are you still doing awake? Dean, I told you to bring him to bed almost thirty minutes ago," said a half exasperated female voice from the doorway behind them.
The voice at the door brought the attention of both man and boy and they had similar guilty faces as they both said in sync, "Busted by the Mom Patrol."
Then Dean smiled at his wife and said, "We were just getting to the goodnight part. I promise he'll be asleep in no time."
"But Daaaaaad, you promised to tell the story," Sam whined.
The child's outburst put a sour look on his mother's face and Dean felt like he'd just been caught in a devil's snare. "What story were you going to tell him, Dean?"
"Nothin' bad Lisa, just a bedtime story to keep the monsters at bay," Dean replied while sending a wink his son's way.
Lisa sighed, "More like inviting nightmares. Whatever I'm going to bed, make sure Samuel is tucked in pronto. And no more protests from you either Sam."
As his mom turned to leave Sam gave his father his best puppy look but Dean wasn't wiling to face his wife's wrath anytime soon. Ironic for a man who had faced much worse. "Sammie, your mother said bedtime but I'll make ya a promise to tell you whatever story you want tomorrow after I get home from work. We have a deal?"
"Definitely!" Sam cried out exuberantly.
Dean smiled and leaned over to kiss the child's forehead, "Goodnight Sammie. Sleep tight."
As Dean turned to leave the room he heard Samuel's voice one more time and it sounded a bit worried, "Dad make sure to check the closet for monsters."
'Oh great,' Dean thought. He was going to be in trouble if the kid had nightmares again. From the doorway he smiled and said, "Nah ain't no monsters in here Sammie, I got em' all last night and there's a line of salt in front of the closet and window."
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