Ebbtide's One-Shot Thread **SPOILERS ALL EPISODES*

[ebbtide]

Hm. I have a THING for A.U. I just like to go through the "what if this" scenarios.

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Darkness pierced through the lamp lit streets of downtown Eureka, Montana. It was a small, close knit community with the typical neighborhood problems...and a not-so-typical monster on the loose.

Two men, their faces hid in the shadows, walked side by side down the small dead end road that lead past a local church. The glint of metal winked in the darkness when the shorter man stopped abruptly and raised a closed fist to signal his counterpart to a nearby danger.

Hurried hand motions followed and then the two men separated, each taking a different path around the non-descript church building. It looked like just another one story town home, but the small sign out front proclaiming SEVENTH DAY ADVENTIST CHURCH accompanied by three angelic forms spoke to its origins.

A dog barked somewhere in the distance, the sound getting picked up and amplified by other canine in the area. The two men moved silently around the building, glancing quickly through the windows that they passed to make sure there was no one - or no thing - inside.

They met up at the back door, each taking a side with weapons drawn.

"Pick it, Sam," the shorter man breathed softly.

The other man, Sam, quickly pulled some tools out of his pocket and after some metallic scratching the door popped open.

"After you, Dean," Sam said almost too quietly for the other man to hear.

Gun leading, Dean entered the church.

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Dun, dun duuuuuun.

[michlp]

Apr 4, 2012 9:18:36 GMT -6 ebbtide said:

Alrighty, I have a random and irresistible urge to one-shot the SPN fandom at all hours of the day and night, so, that is what I am going to use this thread for. . I hope you guys enjoy reading what I enjoy writing. LOVING Supernatural this season. So many plot bunnies, omg.

WARNING: I am a spoiler whore...so...don't read until you're caught up with the episodes or you'll probably read some stuff that is spoilery.

Anywhoo, on to the writing.

Write on!! ;D

Thank you Ebby...it's our honor to have you here.




Btw, loved Garth in this last epi. Omg! Lol

[ebbtide]

I know, right?!! Garth is just a rock star. ;D.

[ebbtide]

Sam looked up from his laptop when Dean walked into the room.

"Hey, man, where you been?" he asked.

Dean wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, "Doing the horizontal tango with a couple of former cheerleaders."

"Why do I even ask?"

"Because you're a dork. A curios dork. Curious Sam, sounds like a Cartoon Network special." ;D

Sam threw a pen at his brother, but the other man ducked easily out of its path.

"You throw like a girl, Samantha."

The younger Winchester brother returned to his internet browsing and decided that ignoring Dean was his best option. It didn't take long for Dean to come snooping.

"What're ya doing? Don't tell me, Clown porn?" ;D

Sam glared up at the other man when Dean came to stand next to him, leaning down to get a better view of the screen.

"What the hell? Webmd? Sammy, what aren't you telling me?"

"Nothing." Sam shut the laptop with a snap.

"Samm-mmmmy?"

"It's nothing, alright. I was just messing around that's all."

"C'mon, we both know that's not true. Spill it. Now."

Under Dean's unrelenting gaze, Sam bit his lip and then said slowly.

"I might have PTSD...the Hell version," he admitted, voice choked.

Dean didn't say "I coulda told you that, smartass" or "no ****, sherlock", instead he stood there frozen for a moment. Then he seemed to reach a silent decision and he knelt down in front of Sam.

"Dean, whatever you're going to say just don't. I -."

Dean held up a silencing hand.

Sam waited.

"No matter what it takes, we'll get you through this, Sammy. I promise you."

Sam nodded, hiding a sudden sob with a cough and ducking his head to hide the dampness in his eyes.

"You gotta believe me, man," Dean pressed.

Sam looked up then, smiling through his tears of relief. "I do, Dean. I do."

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omg. I need to go to sleep. I'm on sleeping pills and am going to crash now. Night world.

Btw, not enough emoticons for a truly meaningful one-shot. Must fix this...tomorrow. Sleep first.

[michlp]

Apr 4, 2012 22:53:33 GMT -6 ebbtide said:

omg. I need to go to sleep. I'm on sleeping pills and am going to crash now. Night world.

Btw, not enough emoticons for a truly meaningful one-shot. Must fix this...tomorrow. Sleep first.

Nite Nite Ebby. Sweet Dean Dreams...

[ebbtide]

lol. Thanks. . I dreamed that me and Bobby were ghosts trying to get Dean's attention. lol. It was great.

[ebbtide]

Steam wafted through the streets in shuddering clouds, illuminated by oil lamps hung in intervals down each cobbled street and the half-moon visible above the rooftops. The town was silent in a way that bespoke a coming storm. The calm was eerie and frightening, the November chill digging through the layers and biting at bones.

Dean Winchester walked, hands deep in pockets and shoulders hunched under a turned up coat collar, towards the flat he shared with his younger brother Sam Winchester. He muttered moodily under his breath at the misfortune that had befallen them both mere hours before.

A carriage collision had caused Sam's medical practice to fill with the injured and Dean's own expertise had been called upon by Scotland yard in relation to the accident. Apparently it hadn't been one. Case finally solved, night had fallen and - hopefully - all patients were cared for and had been sent on their way.

It had been a long day and he wanted nothing more than to sit next to the fire drinking tea and relating the days events to Sam. He was tired.

Two doors down from his flat on Baker Street, Dean stopped suddenly. In his rush to return home, he had missed something important. A niggling in the back of his mind made him turn slowly on the spot, eyes searching out each shadow in an attempt to discover what was surely out of place. His subconscious had seen something worthy of note and alarm spiked in his blood.

The nearest oil lamp flickered, rocking squeakily on it's hinges, and then went out. Then another and another. Soon Dean was left with only the insufficient moonlight to lead him. His hand went unerringly to the blade tucked under his belt.

"Who's there?" he asked, voice deep and booming in the silence.

A scuttling came from an alley across the street. Dean backed slowly towards the door to his home, hoping he would be lucky enough to reach its relative safety before whatever evil lingered in the fog decided to make itself known.

"I don't know who or what you think you are," he said, buying himself time to maneuver, "but you've just chosen the wrong man to pick a fight with."

The elbow of his coat brushed against the door, he turned his head a fraction to see the brass plaque that read 221 B before turning the nob and pushing quickly inside. He shut the door, fell to his knees and grabbed the bag of salt that was always within reach of the door. A thick line of the white granules spilled over the entrance and after a moment to still his quickly beating heart, Dean stood.

That had been too close. The evil was growing bolder with each passing season. Demons, real and material, were beginning to possess innocent citizens of London. He closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face, scrubbing at the day old stubble.

The man turned from the door and started up the stairs to the second floor loft he and Sam rented from their landlady, Ellen. She would make a fuss about the salt, but he would deal with it in the morning. Every other entrance to the building had been guarded by protective sigils and magicks for over a year. Ever since they had successfully killed their family nemesis, the Yellow Eyed Demon.

"Dean, is that you?" Sam's voice filtered into the sitting room as Dean shed his coat on the sofa.

He glanced around the corner into the kitchen and smiled at the delicious aroma of cooked chicken. Sam had always been a bit of a culinary genius.

"Yes. How did you fare today?" he asked, sneaking a cooling biscuit from the rack and popping a piece into his mouth. It melted almost instantly and he moaned in pleasure.

Sam afforded him an exasperated look before turning back to the steaming fowl he was currently dressing with vegetables.

"No one died, if that is what you are asking. Dean, wait!" he slapped his brother's hand away from the biscuit tray.

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**blinks*** ***re-reads*** omg, what have I done?! (should I continue this domestic A.U.?) I am afraid if I keep going it wont ever end. I'm having too much FUN with it. Help. .

[michlp]

Lol! That's awesome. ;D

[ebbtide]

Yeah, it was pretty great. Bobby was a bit loony in my dream though. . He even tried giving Dean a wet willy.

I tried to keep a straight face but...BOBBY WAS GIVING DEAN A WET WILLY.

Yeah. My dreams are weird. .

[michlp]

I'm not as lucky with remembering my dreams. Sometimes I wake up in a panic because I'm not sure if the dream was real or not. That freaks me out...but it hardly ever happens. I usually have dreams about being lost or losing someone in a crowd or confusion. I've only had a couple SPN related dreams. Nothing that good though...I'm still wishing for a Dean scene. ;D He he