September 13th, 2014

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Three Autumn-themed Drabbles For the D.E.W.

(I hope I'm doing this right.)

Fandom: Supernatural
Overall Rating/Content: Gen, PG-13, humor and fluff. Set loosely season 1-ish
Word Count: Three separate drabbles
Disclaimer: I do not own and did not originate this world and its inherent characters.
Notes: Written for spn_bigpretzel's D.E.W. challenge: Sam and Dean - Autumn

Title: Opportunity
Summary: A rare chance at childhood is not to be missed.

Title: Stakeout
Summary: Waiting is boring.

Title: Celebrate the Season
Drabble Content: Conversation-only. Marketing influenced.
Summary: It only comes but once a year.

Drabbles Posted at my LJ and at AO3
(Is that OK?)
nyah, Raja

DEW: Since I was too slow on the coffee draw...

TITLE: Seasonal
CHARACTERS: Dean, and Sam
GENRE: Gen
RATING: G
WARNINGS: None.
SPOILERS: Nope!
WORDS: 100

The brothers Winchester, having just finished ganking a poltergeist in an old home in Connecticut, were taking an afternoon to enjoy the brilliant fall foliage of New England.

"I love the fall," Sam mused, not caring if Dean found it too sentimental. "The colors, the smells-"

"The food!" Dean added in hearty agreement. "Speaking of..." The older brother disappeared into a nearby shop, reemerging shortly with treats in hand.

Sam grudgingly took his and rolled his eyes--toffee apples. "Seriously, Dean?"

"Dude, they're delicious, and the real ones are only around seasonally!"

It was hard to argue with that.
Dean

DEW - Leave it to Dean

LEAVE IT TO DEAN

Rating: K+
Genre: Humour
Word Count: 100
Characters: Sam and Dean
Spoilers/warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own them

xxxxx

“Dean,” snapped Sam; “it’s your turn.”
“But I don’t wanna!”
“Neither do I,” Sam replied curtly, “but that tree out front keeps dropping leaves over the front of the bunker, and then they blow in whenever we open the door.”
“I spent half of Saturday raking them up,” he added; “so, I repeat, it’s your turn.”
Later, Sam ventured outside with coffee, to be met with the roar of a chainsaw.  Instead of bags of leaves he found himself stepping over piles of logs.
“What the hell?”
“What?” Dean yelled, powering down the chainsaw; “we won’t have any more trouble with leaves …”

xxxxx

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