October 4th, 2014

weechesters

D.E.W. Drabble: First Impressions

Title: First Impressions
Alternate Link: AO3
Rating/Content: Gen, G, fluff. Pre-series kid-fic.
Word Count: Drabble
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: Bobby - Outsider POV (Though these aren't really outsiders, maybe?)

Summary: You can't tell a book by his cover.
(posted at my LJ)
nyah, Raja

DEW: Who wants to bet most of his business was through the mail?

TITLE: Questioning Life Choices
CHARACTERS: Bobby and an OMC
GENRE: Gen
RATING: G
WARNINGS: None.
SPOILERS: Nope!
WORDS: 100

Dave sat at the old kitchen table, afraid to move. The owner of Singer Salvage was off supposedly fetching the fuel pump Dave called about a few days ago.

He eyed the mostly full glass of water he'd been offered. The guy had stared at him until he took a drink, and he hoped it wasn't drugged or poisoned.

He pointedly did not look at the row of phones with labels like "FBI." The explanation had been that it was an "inside joke" and he wasn't about to question it.

Next time he was just buying an already restored car!
bela, supernatural

DEW: The Book Thief

TITLE: The Book Thief
CHARACTERS: Bobby, OFC
GENRE: Gen
RATING: G
WORDS: 100


She's never said anything. Sure he's stolen most of their Occult, Myth, and Ancient Language section of the years, but he's probably using them for something. She doesn't tell the head librarian or the security guards when the books go missing.

The first time she saw him, she doubted he could read. Between the trucker cap and the flannels, he looks like a homophobic racist redneck. One who reads texts on lamias and demons or studies latin in his spare time.

She stops locking the specialty section, replacing the locks was getting too expensive and nothing seemed to stop him.  
Dean

DEW - Happy Days

HAPPY DAYS

Rating: K+
Genre: Fluff/Friendship/Weechesters (sort of)
Characters: Bobby
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Don't own them

An unknown observer reflects on on certain Mr Singer ...

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xxxxx

The whole street knows when that grouchy old hermit, Mr Singer, has his boys – his nephews, I think – coming to stay.

First, he comes into my grocery store for candy and soda in addition to his usual milk and whisky.

Then he goes to Mikey’s news stand and comes away with comic books instead of his newspaper.

We even see him going into the toy barn downtown; it was a kite and a baseball mitt last time.

But most of all, the whole street knows when grumpy old Mr Singer’s boys are coming to stay.

Because he doesn’t stop smiling.

xxxxx

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