March 15th, 2014

kali-sinful desires

Still Life, (1/1), PG-13 Sam and Dean Winchester

Title: Still Life
Word Count: 3350 (it was supposed to be a drabble!)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When the brothers track down a cursed object in a college art department, someone is going to have to provide a distraction. Thank goodness Dean is willing to take one for the team.
Disclaimer: The only thing I hope to make out of this fic is some happy fan girls.
Warnings:  Does naked Dean count as a warning, or an enticement?
Notes: When I saw that dizzojay had become a mod over at spn_bigpretzel, I decided to her write her a little piece of fluff. This is that fluff. I just hope dizzojay likes it. Many thanks go as always to my long suffering beta, bigj52 a woman who toils under the enormous strain of turning my scribbles into English.  Also thank you milly_gal, for braving the horrors that are my unbeta’d scribbles, and improving it with your hard work and brilliant suggestions.

( Still Life )
Crowley Naughty

Squib No More

TITLE: Squib No More
RATING: PG (language)
SPOILERS: Weekend at Bobby’s
LENGTH: ~100 (Quote from Weekend at Bobby’s is not part of the drabble, just a reference)

“You may be king of the dirt bags here,” Bobby snarled as he walked toward Crowley, “but in life you were nothing but a two-bit tailor who sold his soul in exchange for an extra three inches below the belt.”

“Just trying to hit double digits,” Crowley replied with a smile.

Stupid brats with outrageous ideas.

“Will my robe make me fly, Mr. MacLeod?”

“It’s not a bloody wand, you git,” he bit back in order to receive his Sickle from their parents. Not that they were better.

“Be sure to use your finest silk Fergus, at a discount, of course.”

Not enough Craig in Hogsmeade to deal with the lot of them. Speaking of deals, they would soon be someone else’s problem. He had a new eleven inch blackthorn wand with dragon heartstring and the magic that goes with it waiting for him tonight.

Fergus MacLeod was a Squib no more.

nyah, Raja

Tormenting Crowley is a fun thing to DEW!

TITLE: Public Transportation
RATING: G? (I think I let Bobby get away with "balls" in a G, so...)
SPOILERS: Through Season 7.

Blasted angel and his new god complex! Crowley hunched down further in his seat, glaring balefully at each new rider that glanced at the vacant seat next to him.

Reduced to public transport and constantly carrying a hex bag when only days ago he had a private car, chauffeur, and fear of absolutely nothing!

His glare method failed spectacularly to dissuade an elderly woman that reeked of mothballs and cheap perfume.

“I love the bus!” she chattered amiably and obliviously. “It’s a treat to meet so many interesting people, don’t you think?”

Crowley turned to the window and grumbled, “bollocks.”
nyah, Raja

I wonder how long they were all stuck in that car together...

TITLE: Back Seat Demon
CHARACTERS: Crowley, Dean, and Castiel
RATING: PG? (How sensitive are people to the "h" word?)
SPOILERS: Set during 9.10.

“Are we there, yet?”

Dean scowled back at the smirking demon. He was about to tell him to shut it when Cas interjected, “Clearly not, or the vehicle would have stopped.”

Dean decided it was a good thing he never actually had any kids.

There was silence for all of thirty seconds.

“You drive like an old biddy.”

“I don’t wanna get pulled over while we’re on a mission!” he retorted. Plus, this junker probably couldn’t break sixty-five without shaking apart.

“Oy! Get back on your side of the car, feathers!”

It was literally a road trip from Hell...

Passengers from Hell


Rating: K+
Genre: Humour
Spoilers/Warnings:  Very vague spoilers for 9.10 - Road Trip. Dean's got a couple of challenging passengers in the Impala, one of them is up to no good.
Characters: Crowley, references to Castiel and Dean
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Don't own them

A/N: I know in 'Road Trip' these three weren't in the Impala, but in my headcanon, there can be no other car in the show, so in this drabble, they are.  So there!


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