Saturday, April 9, 2011

The Hunter Chronicles: Dean, Jo, Sam Drabbles (2/3)

Day 11-20

(Day Eleven)

Title: All He’s Ever Wanted
Rating: R
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Sam(ish) (angst)
Word Count: 200
Prompt: power strips (feigned_living)

Sometimes Dean wondered how much was enough. How many roles did he need to play before he got to be himself…before he could stop being a pawn in someone else’s game. He glanced at Sam sleeping fitfully and sighed. Jo and Ellen were dead, death had risen, and they were back to square one.

Dean looked away from Sam and in the corner by the bed, his eye caught sight of a power strip. Four things plugged haphazardly into that one cord…exhausting and draining it. Lately, that’s what it felt like to be him. The only thing Dean had ever wanted was to keep Sam safe.

To be there for the one person that meant more to him than anything in the world. To the demons, Dean was a means to an end…To the Angels, Dean was a savoir…To Sam, Dean was a brother…a confidant…a protector...To Dean, Sam was everything. His whole world revolved around the brunette sleeping ten feet away from him.

Did Sam know that? Probably not..would Dean ever have the balls to tell him? Probably not. So instead he’d sit here and be a power strip as everyone slowly took from him until there was nothing left.

(Day Twelve)

Title: Sleepless Nights
Rating: PG
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam, Jo, Dean (No Romance)
Word Count: 200
Prompt: insomnia (feigned_living)

Jo glanced at the clock and groaned. 3:15 What the fuck was she still doing awake. That was when she heard it. The sound started off low, and grew louder until it encompassed the small room. She glanced through the dark at the other double bed.

Dean was sprawled across it snoring louder than a fucking banshee screamed. It’d been five months since Jo had a decent night’s sleep. She shifted and bumped into Sam. She didn’t know how he slept through Dean’s snore fest every night.

They stopped flipping for beds a while back and started sharing in a strictly platonic way, which is why most of the time she bunked with Sam. The older Winchester had a problem keeping his hands to himself in his sleep.

Another loud snort had Jo gritting her teeth, pulling the covers back, and standing up, pillow in hand. She made her way over to Dean and wacked him with it. Twice for good measure. The snoring stopped as Dean woke up with a start.

“What the fuck…”

He watched Jo nod, walk back to her bed, and slip under the covers before promptly falling asleep. Dean frowned…what the hell had just happened?

(Day Thirteen)

Title: Prophets
Rating: PG-13
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam, Dean/Jo
Word Count: 200
Prompt: Chuck writes about Jo (nani1986)

Sam leaned back in his chair, eyes wide as he flipped through Chuck’s latest Supernatural novel. He leaned back and the chairs front legs came off the ground. He read over the words again.

Dean pushed Jo against the wall as he slid his hands up, pulling her shirt with it. Jo moaned low in her throat as Dean’s fingers grazed the underside of her breast.

The motel room door opened and laughter filled the room startling Sam out of his trance. He lost his balance, the chair slipped back, and Sam fell to the floor. Jo chuckled.

“You okay Sammy?”

“Yeah…of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Dean gave his brother a strange look before putting the bag of food on the table as Jo snagged a fry.

“Right…’course you are.”

Sam watched as Dean and Jo sat down, pulled the food out of the bag, and started eating. When Dean realized Sam hadn’t sat down he raised an eyebrow.

“Dude…what’s wrong with you?”

“Are you sleeping with Jo?”

Dean laughed nervously.

“What? No…”

Sam tossed the book on the table.

“Chuck says otherwise.”

Dean glanced at the Supernatural novel and glared. He was gonna kill that god damn prophet.

(Day Fourteen)

Title: A Man’s Car
Rating: PG
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 200
Prompt: cassette tapes vs. CD’s (lightthesparks)

Sam sat in the passenger seat of the Impala and rummaged through Dean’s cassette tape collection and he shook his head.

“Dean you really need to update your cassette tapes?”

He frowned and glanced at Sam before turning his eyes back to the road.


Sam rolled his eyes at his older brother.

“For one thing…they’re cassette tapes…and look at this. You can’t find anything in this stupid box. Nothing’s labeled, if you want to hear a song more than once you need to rewind the damn tape, and they just don’t have any of the newer features that CD’s do.”

Dean glared at his brother out of the corner of his eye.

“Sammy cassette tapes are classic. They keep the original essence of the music fresh, I don’t need to listen to some song 100 times in a row, and I’m not douching up my car by adding some ‘tricked out’ CD player. My baby is a man’s car and men listen to cassette tapes. I get it’s hard for you to understand that.”

Sam frowned.

“What does that mean?”

Dean smirked.

“It means if you keep up your bitchin’, you’ll be walking to our next hunt.”



(Day Fifteen)

Title: Foreplay
Rating: PG
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Jo Sam
Word Count: 200
Prompt: batman vs. superman (lightthesparks)

“You’re wrong.”

“I’m not.”

“Superman is a far more superior hero.”

Dean snorted as Sam watched them out of the corner of his eye with a grin.

“Please Batman isn’t some douchy alien from outer space. He’s just a regular tough dude, like Rocky or Jet Li.”

“Superman could destroy the world if he wanted to, but he chooses to protect it instead. Besides humans are flawed by nature. We’re always making the wrong choices and hurting people. Why would you want a hero to be as flawed as us?”

Dean rolled his eyes.

“Batman is badass. He’s got an epic array of weapons, wicked cars, get the hottest chicks and is a classic anti-hero. He practices vigilante justice outside the law like us.”

Jo leaned over the motel room table. Sam turned slightly so they were both in view.

“Batman is a rich jackass with a large ass ego trying to compensate for something by pushing his particular brand of "justice" on everyone. Superman could destroy the shit batman…”

Dean’s eyes fell to Jo’s lips and Sam watched as her eyes darkened. He shook his head. His brother and Jo sure had a weird idea of what foreplay was.

(Day Sixteen)

Title: You Were Saying
Rating: R
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Jo
Word Count: 200
Prompt: classic car show (deansmistress22)

Jo watched Dean make his way over to a particularly sweet 1967 Chevrolet Camaro that even she gave a look of appreciation to. When Sammy found out they were making their way to Austin for the annual Classic Car Show he opted to sit this one out. Dean nodded towards the owner.

“Sweet ride.”

The guy patted his car and glanced between Jo and Dean with a smile.

“Why dontcha let the misses go get some drinks while we talk shop.”

Dean winced and before he could say anything Jo pushed passed him, slid up to the front of the car, and leaned provocatively over the open hood drawing several eyes her way.

“It’s got a powerful 350 cu inch engine that puts out 350 HP. The transmission features a Turbo 350 with B&M Shift Kit and the rear of this 67 Camaro contained a 3.70 12 Bolt Posi with Limited Slip Differential…it’s nice…”

Jo stood, glanced at the open mouths around her, and shrugged.

“I’ve seen a more hardcore setup though. You were saying?”

Dean eyes darkened as he watched Jo smirk. He felt himself harden slightly and groaned. Damn it…he was never gonna make it through the show.

(Day Seventeen)

Title: We Don’t Have Time
Rating: PG-13
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean, Jo, Sam
Word Count: 200
Prompt: sky diving (deansmistress22)

“Damn it Dean we so don’t have time for this.”

He swallowed hard, knuckles white, and glanced at Sam’s semi-frantic face. Two days ago Bobby had called them with information about a new hunt. 48 hours later Dean was trapped on a private plane, with no pilot, which was plummeting towards the ground at an alarming rate.

“I can’t…”

The parachute was already attached to Dean’s back and Sam held up a hand while using what he hoped was a placating voice.

“Dean…if you don’t jump out of this plane with us now…you’re gonna crash with it…”

Jo nodded.

“Like a Dean pancake so let’s go princess…just pretend you’re sky diving”

He groaned as beads of sweat formed on his head. He took a step towards them, but stopped.

“Okay then well…it was nice knowin ya. Sammy take care a Jo will ya?”

Sam and Jo looked at each other and nodded as they walked towards Dean with purpose. His eyes widened, he turned, but they grabbed him and dragged him toward the open door. They propelled him out the door and as Dean fell through the sky with Jo’s body wrapped around him he screamed.

“I’m gonna KILL Bobby!”

(Day Eighteen)

Title: We’re Coming
Rating: NC-17
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Jo Sam/Madison
Word Count: 200
Prompt: motorcycle (deansmistress22)

Dean pressed against her tilting the motorcycle slightly. His other hand already bunching the dress up at her waist.

“Your brother’s getting married in fifteen minutes…and…Jesus.”

Dean chuckled against her neck, working two fingers inside her at a quick pace. Undoing the belt and zipper on his dress pants, he pushed them down

“This won’t take long.”

Jo opened her mouth as Dean removed his fingers and grasped her hips, plunging inside her body. They let out simultaneous groans, Jo grabbing onto the handle of the motorcycle and Dean bracing one hand against the wall of the garage.


Dean pulled out, slamming back into her, shaking the whole motorcycle as he reached a hand between them, rubbing her clit . Minutes later her walls clenched around him as she came milking him for all he was worth. Dean let out a low growl as he came inside her.

“Fast enough for you?”


“Dean…you in here? Madison and I…”

He trailed off when he noticed Jo sitting on the motorcycle flushed and Dean adjusting himself.

“We’re coming Sammy…”

Sam shook his head, mumbling as he walked out of the garage.

“Why do I have the feeling you already did.”

(Day Nineteen)

Title: You Did Not Go There
Rating: PG
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 200
Prompt: pie vs. cake (lightthespark)

Dean glared at his brother from across the table.

“Dude…you did not just go there.”

Sam chuckled as he bit into his sandwich.

“I’m just stating facts Dean.”

“Spewing bullshit is more like it. There is no desert better than pie. Especially not cake.”

“Cake is classic. The layers, sweet frosting, and moist fluffy center. It’s like eating a slice of heaven. That’s why they serve cake and not pie at all big event.”

Dean made a disgusted noise as he threw his napkin on the table and shook his head.

“Cake is a joke. It’s all artificial and shit…they need the frosting and chocolate and all that other sweet shit to mask the plain spongy douche of a desert. Pie is el natural Sammy. No bitch frosting to take away the actual flavor.”

Dean leaned on the table.

“The buttery flaky crust…the moist fruit or crème center, dozens of flavors. It’s even better when you slap some ice cream on it. The combination of hot and cold sliding down your throat…it’s amazing…”

Sam watched as Dean’s voice trailed off and his eyes glazed over. He was practically drooling. Dean looked up at him.

“It’s orgasmic Sammy…I need some pie…now”

(Day Twelve)

Title: What’d You Do
Rating: PG
Author: Sxymami0909
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Jo Sam, Robert
Word Count: 200
Prompt: glue stick (beyond_wonder)

“Robert John Winchester get in here NOW!”

Dean turned his head towards his son.

“What’d you do?”

Robbie shrugged.

“I dunno.”


All three men winced and Robbie looked at Dean with his puppy eyes.

“Dad don’t make me go in there alone.”

Dean grunted and Sam laughed as his brother mumbled ‘son of a bitch’ under his breath. They got up, Robbie in the lead, and headed towards the kitchen. When they walked in Dean’s jaw dropped and Sam had to stifle his laugh. Jo glared.

The room was full of drawings. All shapes, sizes, and various colors. They were glued to every surface of the kitchen. Jo stood one hand on hip the other pointing to the pictures.

“Robert, what…did…you…do?”

Robbie scratched the back of his neck in a Dean-like gesture.

“You said grandma and grandpa were visiting. So I made them a whole bunch of pictures and used my glue stick to hang them up.”

Jo looked at Dean and motioned to their kitchen.

“Deal with your son!”

She stormed out of the room irritated and Robbie looked at him. Dean pointed confusion on his face.


Robbie shrugged.

“I ran out of room on the fridge.”

1 comment:

  1. hahaha awww Parenting Dean/Jo
    so cute.
    i love how Sam's still floating around