May 15th, 2016

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DEW - Domesticated Dean

Originally posted by jj1564 at Drabble - Domesticated Dean

Title: Domesticated Dean
Characters:  Sam and Dean
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 100
Warning/Spoilers: none
Prompt: DEW – There’s no place like home
Disclaimer: Just for fun, not profit.
Summary: Dean’s become very house-proud of the Bunker.

Sam, how many times have I told you not to leave your dirty coffee cups lying around?
When did you turn into Martha Stewart?
Dude, do you really need to cover the whole table with books? You can’t be using all of them.
Sorry, Dean, I’ll tidy it all up real soon.
Son-of-bitch! Dude, I asked you to take the trash to the incinerator hours ago.
I got, it, jeez, what’s the damned hurry?

Each time Dean rebukes him, Sam rolls his eyes, huffing in annoyance, but secretly he loves the new domesticated Dean.
And Dean’s a really good cook…

DEW: A Place For Everything

Title: A Place For Everything
Author: morethanmending
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Characters: Dean Winchester
Warnings/Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Dean's finally ready to call the bunker home.


It was finished. Sheets neatly tucked and blanket folded just so. Weapons hung on the walls, records set carefully on the shelf. His clothing was in the dresser and for once his duffle sat empty at the bottom of the closet.

Dean marveled at that. A place for everything.

His eyes drifted to the bedside table.

Tugging his wallet from his back pocket, he pulled out a small photograph. Stepping forward, he propped the picture of his mother against the base of the lamp. He touched the corner gently.

His mother smiled up at him. Dean smiled back.

"Welcome home."



DEW: Home


Rating: K+
Genre: Family
Characters: Sam and Dean
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own them

Home is many things to many people ...


It was bricks and mortar; a house on a hill, a pretty garden, a white picket fence.

It was a crackling hearth, boots by the doormat, a hearty meal, a steaming mug of coffee, a plant on the windowsill.

It was a mother’s voice, a favourite song, a child’s laugh.


It was ratty jeans and socked feet; tawny spiked hair and green eyes that glimmered with mischief, a smart mouth with attitude to match, and hands that baked the best darn lasagne this side of Bologna.

That was the only home Sam needed.



DEW: Light


Rating: K+
Spoilers/Warnings: Big scary spoilers for 11.20, Don't Call Me Shurley.
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own them

It's been a long time in the dark for someone.


a/n: I've waited over five years to write a sequel to this drabble

(Warning: spoilers for 5.16, Dark Side of the Moon.  Sorry, this drabble doesn't conform to Spn-BigPretzel rules.  It's only shown here to give context to this sequel, which does conform!):

and here it is:

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