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[unamaga]

Okay, so, at the prodding of chickypooh, I am ressurecting this lovely little thing.

Give me a word, a phrase, a song, anything at all as a prompt. I'll write a small fic, just a few sentences long to go along with your prompt, and then we'll put them all together. Comment more than once if you want; bombard me!

Here's an example:

[Lonely]
Sometimes Jensen thinks words like love and forever in the quiet, still darkness of the morning hours, when it’s only him and Jared’s sleeping form barely an arm’s length away, none of their everyday troubles bearing down on them. He presses kisses against the beautiful curve of Jared's neck like promises and prays he's not alone in this.

Get going!

Comments

[chickyoops.livejournal.com]

Okay, here's four from me.

#1: Oilpainting(s).
#2: Snowangels.
#3: Club Soda.
#4: Wireless Internet.

I'm weird, yes.

[talilov.livejournal.com]

I have to go to work!! *whines* How long are you keeping this open?

Prompt: Dean's amulet

[dullemarulle.livejournal.com]

"Three feet deep in a slow motion wreck"... the exact sentence I heard when I saw your entry ;)

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

it will be open for, like, ever. you are safe.

[dullemarulle.livejournal.com]

I think I'll spam you with lyrics, my dear.

"These painted mirrors give no reflection
It's getting hard to see the signs"

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Oil Paintings]
Sometimes, Jensen likes to go out and find culture. He'll drag Jared all around the province to various art houses and museums, tilt his head this way and that to try and understand what's going on in each piece. Jared likes to call him a geek when he gets like that, but Jensen sees the way Jared watches him out of the corner of his eye, face smooth and warm.

[dullemarulle.livejournal.com]

"Am I your one and only desire
Am I the reason you breathe
Or am I the reason you cry"

Just choose whichever one you find the most inspiring...

[dullemarulle.livejournal.com]

"But you'll die, before you cry
Solitude is where you fly
You don't say this ain't right
But I see it in your eyes"

And if you want any of these, just let me know :-*

[dea-liberty.livejournal.com]

Hee!

1. Fall
2. Wine

I may well be back with more ^_^

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Snow Angels]
Sam remembers the first snowfall he ever saw, up in Colorado. He was five whole years old and the world seemed bigger than ever, covered in stark white. It scared him, but Dean took him by the hand, pulled him out into the yard and showed him how to make an angel. It still makes him smile to think of his big brother, wet hair stuck up in all different directions.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Club Soda]
Gets out stains! the little note next to the bottle proclaims brightly. Jensen eyes it and then his soiled shirt, biting his lip on an inappropriate laugh. Somehow, he doesn't think Jared's mother considered it would be used for this particular kind of stain.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Wireless Internet]
"You know," Dean says one day, throwing his legs up on the motel desk. "I've always kind of wondered how we get wireless everywhere we go. You have a magic notebook card, Sammy?" His brother grins deviously and doesn't say anything at all, tapping the laptop screen down until it latches with a soft, foreboding click.

[chickyoops.livejournal.com]

Okay, I'm adding some more. Do which ever ones you want, the rest you can kill.

Words:

#1: IKEA
#2: Motionsickness.
#3: Chocolate Milkshake.
#4: Condoms.

Sentences:

#1: "I'm gonna wear you out, pretty."
#2: "You're going to stick what where...?"
#3: "Oh oh oh, and that one time in Mexico...!"
#4: "It's over."

[writing-light.livejournal.com]

1. Reece's Pieces
2. sock puppets
3. mood lighting

[chickyoops.livejournal.com]

Oh, honey. *flails* He tilts! Like we do! *LOVES*

[chickyoops.livejournal.com]

*happy sigh* So... perfect.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Three feet deep in a slow motion wreck]
There's no dramatic swell of violins, no menacing chord when the truck hits them. All Dean can hear, aside from the screech of metal crushing and the crunch of bones breaking, is Creedance Clearwater, crooning something sweet about a bad moon.

[chickyoops.livejournal.com]

LOL! LOVE IT! WITH CAPSLOCK!

[chickyoops.livejournal.com]

You: "SAMMY HAS A WIRELESS CONNECTION IN HIS HEAD!"

Exactly!

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Dean's Amulet]
It's a little sick, but it's harder for Sam to come to terms with the fact that the shapeshifter has his brother's charm tied around his neck than anything else. Dean's had it for as long as he can remember--something about Pashupati keeping him safe--and to know that wherever Dean is, he's without it, is almost unbearable.

[chickyoops.livejournal.com]

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[These painted mirrors give no reflection]
"I want you," Dean whispers, quiet and sad against Sam's ear. "I want you, but I can't have you. Why can't I have you, Sammy?" Sam closes his eyes tight and tries not to listen. He's trapped here, just here, and even Dean can't save him now.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Am I the reason you breathe]
Sam is curled up against Dean's side, one big hand pressed over his brother's heart like he means to keep Dean together with pure force of will. "Don't leave me again," he whispers into Dean's shoulder. "Please. You're all I want."

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Fall]
When Dean was still small enough that he couldn't reach the sink by himself, John would sometimes pick him up like he was a piece of furniture and move him out of the way. "Daddy, I'm not a chair!" Dean would giggle, clinging to his father's shirtfront. And if the leaves were falling, John would always respond by taking Dean out back and burying him in a freshly-raked pile.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

[Wine]
Dean had a girlfriend when he was twenty, and, yeah, they were pretty serious. But now, seven years later, Dean can't remember anything about her but her name and her lips, always painted the color of a good red wine. He thinks he may have loved her, though--just a little.