A/N: Well, I was gonna take a week off from posting so that I could get some better stories for ya all to read (as I'm sure you could tell my last few were kindda lacking in the coolness factor). But the other night my good buddy Windy Fontaine and I had a drabble-off. Haha... we sat there over the course of a couple of hours and made up challenges for us to write a drabble... each of us doing three. Her's I noticed, are posted on her profile, and with a small amount of begging I've decided to post mine. Haha, so here for your entertainment are three drabbles that entertained a bored writer the other night. Enjoy! (ps. go check out Windy Fontaine's version of the same challenge drabbles)
Title: Drabble, Drabble, Drabble
Genre: umm... for the most part they're just a little angsty, and some humor
Summary: They're all grown up in the three of them, and all basically have no plot as they're only a couple of hundred words each. Haha... have fun!
first challenge: word count: 100, had to have the sentence: You owe me fifty dollars.
"I bet you fifty dollars that I can jump higher than you," Dean grinned as they scoured the abandoned warehouse.
"Are you five?" Sam laughed, turning towards his brother; shotgun in hand.
Dean grinned, "Dude we've been searching this place for hours. I need entertainment."
Suddenly a loud bang erupted from behind, followed by a scream from Dean. Instantly Dean flew across the room and landed with a thump on the ground. Sam shot the demon which had finally showed itself, and turned towards Dean.
"Dean!"
"Sam," Dean groaned, "You so owe me fifty dollars."
second challenge: word count: 250, had to have the sentence: Yeah, well don't dream of cute furry little bunnies.
Dean couldn't stop the gasp that came out of his mouth as he sat bolt up in his bed. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, and his eyes were wide as he stared around the dark room. Moments later the light turned on between the beds, and Dean looked over to see a tired looking Sam.
"Dean?" Sam squinted in the light, "You alright?"
Dean breathed deep, "Yeah."
Sam sat up in his bed, "What's wrong?"
Dean sighed and muttered out, "Bad dream."
This got Sam's attention.
"Like… bad dream as in my bad dreams, or bad dream as in Oscar the Grouch chasing after you?" Sam inquired.
"Dude he's in a can… he can't chase people," Dean smirked.
Sam smiled, knowing then the answer to his question, "What was it about?"
Dean shook his head as he grabbed some water.
Again Sam knew the answer to this, "Was it that one you used to have as a kid where you're flying in a plane and then the pilot suddenly--"
"Shut up Sam," Dean interrupted flatly drinking all his water.
Sam laughed, "You just gotta think of something happy before going to sleep. You'll be fine."
"Thanks Mom," Dean lay back down on the bed.
"Think of something that'll beat the crap out of Oscar," Sam continued to tease.
Dean flicked off the light, "Goodnight Sam."
"Yeah, well don't dream of cute furry little bunnies," Sam spoke in the dark, "I hear Oscar made allies."
second challenge: word count: 500 , had to have the sentence: Dude you better be alright, or I'm going to kill you.
"Don't you dare hang up Sam!" Dean shouted into his phone.
"That's a little easier said than done," Sam's voice crackled over followed by a loud smash, "Son of a bitch!"
"Sam…" Dean followed along the outside of the old barn, looking for any way in.
There was no answer.
"Sam!" Dean shouted loudly, "Damn it answer me!"
The only thing that answered his frantic call out was a dial tone and Dean numbly hung up.
"Dude you better be alright, or I'm going to kill you," Dean whispered out as he tried dialing his brother's number.
No answer.
Dean cussed at himself for bringing his little brother on the hunt. Not that either Winchester could have seen how it would turn-- the thought to be simple job turned into one of the most dangerous jobs in months. It was only supposed to be a spirit of a farmer who died on his farm and continued to cause trouble by locking kids in the abandoned barns and shacks. What Dean hadn't figured out until recently was that the farmer had killed five people; burying them in the barn. And when Sam walked in, it was those five spirits that decided to make an example of the Winchester.
"C'mon Sam, answer your phone damn it," Dean cussed as he tried his brother's number again.
"Yeah…" Sam's panting voice came through.
"Thank God," Dean muttered before speaking normally, "Sam what the hell happened?"
"One of them caught me," Sam's voice was laced with pain, "But I think I found where the farmer is buried in here. Maybe if I can get his bones burnt the other spirits will leave."
"Be careful," Dean tried again in vane to open the main doors to the barn, "And if you hang up this phone again I swear to God I'll kick your ass."
Sam smiled to himself as he avoided a flying bail of hay. He loved his brother, but hated how overprotective he was when it came to Sam's safety. There was no possible way for Dean to make sure Sam never got hurt, and he always took it to heart when he was. As a drip of blood fell from his forehead, Sam realized that this time wasn't going to be any different. Two flying shovels and another hay bail later, Sam finally got the bones of the farmer burnt.
"Ok Dean," Sam breathed, "I think we're good. I'm going to hang up now."
"Sam…"
Smirking, Sam hung up the phone just as the door to the barn creaked open. Cautiously Dean stepped through, clutching his gun. The moonlight swept through the broken roof, and Sam grinned.
"Sammy," Dean swallowed walking over as he took in the surroundings, "Are you ok?"
Sam nodded, "Yeah, I'm alright."
Dean frowned at Sam's visible injuries, "What the hell did they do to you?"
"I'm fine," Sam insisted.
Dean looked at the closed phone and smiled, "Not after I kick your ass."