Neglect & "Born Under A Bad Sign"

This was written on Feb. 5, 2007 for the 15minuteficlets word #3: Apology. This was written at 11:30 pm.

Title: Neglect
Author: Me
Fandom: Supernatural
Spoilers: none.
Author's Notes: I have very little, to no, car knowledge. I faked it.

"I'm sorry, baby." Dean whispered as he propped the hood of his Impala open and looked inside. He searched over each of her parts and pieces carefully, glancing away only to check that Sam was still asleep in the passenger seat.

This had never happened while Sam was in college. Dean had spent all of his free time making minor adjustments to his black Impala. No one would ever be able to find a '67 like her. He stroked her side as his eyes flicked across the familiar machinery.

His search ended with a relieved sigh as his gaze locked onto a cable that had become loose in their long travels, and disconnected entirel from where it belonged. He carefully took the cable in his hand and reconnected it. Making sure it was secure in its place.

He quickly swept his gaze over the vast array of cables and mechanical parts before gently closing the hood, listening for the click it made as it latched.

"I'll make it up to you." Dean patted the driver's side door affectionately, before opening it and taking his place in the driver's seat. The door squeaked loudly and then slammed as it shut.

Dean turned the keys with anticipation and was elated when the Impala roared to life. Looking to the passenger seat he saw Sam sleeping soundly. He pulled back onto the road with a sigh, this was the dude that had his back while he slept.

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Sam woke up to his brother shaking him.

"We're at a motel. Grab your stuff and go sleep in a bed." Dean passed him the room key and Sam did as told. He pulled his bag out of the door to their room, setting the the key down on a small wooden table by the door.

Dean walked busily around their room, gathering odds and ends and stacking them by the door. A bucket, some cloths.

"Dean. What are you doing?" Dean filled the bucket half way with water the motel's bathroom. Sam laid himself down on his bed, pulling off his shoes and top layers af shirts.

"Washing the car, man." Dean put the room key in his back pocket and looked over at Sam. "You look like crap, dude. Go back to bed."

"Thanks." Sam mumbled, but Dean had already taken the bucket and cloths outside and shut the door.

"No problem." Sam heard from outside before making himself comfortable in the bed and once more succumbed to sleep.

THE END

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My review of Supernatural's "Born Under a Bad Sign".

Over all I think this was one of the best episodes ever. The plotline was great and the acting was amazing. Jared Padalecki really stepped it up to play evil!Sam. Most of the people who watched this were amazed by Jared's performance, so I feel I must note that Jensen Ackles was exceptional as usual. He never ceases to amaze me with his facial expressions and I find it easy to connect with and feel for Dean because of Jensen's acting abilities.

I liked Jo more in this episode than I did in "No Exit". I know she didn't change, but she didn't throw herself at Dean either, and who can blame her for carrying a torch for Dean *holds up own torch*. She's not alone. I think if Jo is serious about being a hunter she should get some hand-to-hand combat training. Granted Sam is way taller than her, but still she acted more like a scared little girl than a hunter.

I enjoyed very much how this episode resembled fanfics I tend to read. Shooting Dean, and then punching him. Physically and mentally abusing Dean is definitely something I would read. I thought they did it really well and I can't wait to see what happens with all the people chasing our Winchester Boys and Dean's mental state. It seems like every episode Sam says something to worsen Dean's mental state, but he never realizes what he's doing.

That's it.

Dealing With Feelings

Just like last Tuesday night/Wednesday early morning, inspiration struck me at an ungodly hour last night/this morning. And I wrote this story. I'm now calling all the stories that come to me ,and are written at 2 in the morning "Two in the Morning Stories".

Title: Dealing with Feelings
Author: Me
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: Dean and Sam after a fight.
Author's Notes: This story was inspired by the 15minuteficlets' word #2: uncomfortable. It actually only took 15 minutes to write, and was done at two in the morning, just like my story “That Devious Smirk”.

The silence that descended upon the car was not the usual companionable silence they were comfortable with. It was thick. Heavy with words unspoken.

Dean reached over and turned on the cassette player in an effort to cut through the unnatural silence. Foreigner rang out in the Impala. Every note seeming to reverberate off the car's interior surfaces. Instead of breaking the silence between the brothers, Dean noticed, the music seemed to add another barrier between them. Even if either of them found the right words to say, neither would speak over the music. Instead, the would sit, still and silent until the next rest stop or diner, or whenever conversation became necessary again. Then they'd sort it out the way they always dealt with their feelings. By ignoring them and moving on.

That Devious Smirk

In a moment of tired desperation last night (this morning) I remember the word posted by 15minuteficlets on May 4, 2003. The first word they ever posted: Happy. I thought it over as I tried to get to sleep and before I knew it I had a whole story planned out. I had no choice but to turn on my lamp and write the whole thing out so that I wouldn't forget it. And that I did. I wrote an entire story at 2 in the morning on a school night (day, whatever). And apparently I'm a very "in character" writer at the early hours of the morning when I want nothing more than to sleep. Because I'm very proud of this story.

Title: That Devious Smirk
Author: Me
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: Just the guys, bein' guys.
Author's notes: My story for 15minuteficlets' word #1: happy. It took more than fifteen minutes, but I've never been one for rules.

The rain pounded against the exterior of the car. The wipers 'swished' back and forth, working to keep the windshield clear.

“Where are we?” Sam groggily asked Dean, who briefly shifted his gaze from the road to the passenger seat. Because Sam had been sleeping the music was playing softer than Dean thought his music should ever be played. He itched to turn it up to a more 'reasonable' level, but instead kept his hands on the wheel.

“Just outside of Jackson.”

Sam looked out of his window and watched as signs for Jackson passed. The rain was falling faster now than it had been when he'd fallen asleep, and the wind had picked up. Sam and Dean had been traveling together for over three months and Sam figured he was becoming proficient at figuring out what the older man was thinking.

From the look on Dean's face Sam could ascertain that either they had a hunt, Dean was planning on going to a bar in Jackson, or he was planning something mischievous. Lightning flashed lighting up the inside of the car. Knowing Dean, Sam concluded that it was almost certain his brother would go to a bar, and he was probably planning something mischievous as well. Dean would have told him if they had a hunt.

Sam saw his brother's expression change to one of concentration as the condition of the roads worsened with the weather. Dean gave into the urge to turn up the music and let the familiar notes and lyrics keep him focused.

They passed a sign for a motel and Dean navigated the exits and puddle-riddled streets to the parking lot of the motel.

“I'll get our room.” Dean told Sam as he opened the door, comforted by the familiar squeak. Sam unfolded himself from the passenger seat and retrieved his bag from the trunk as Dean used one of his many identities to get them a room for the night.

*******

“Two beds and a bath.”

“Perfect.” Dean pulled out a Visa card under the name Alden Kinlaw and handed it to the manager.

“Room 6.” The manager had Dean sign the receipt then handed him the room key and his Visa card.

“Thanks.” He strode confidently out of the office, past his car, and Sam, and straight into their room, pausing only for a second to unlock the door.

Sam slammed the trunk and made his way to the door in time to hear the lock click.

“Funny.” He set down his bags and rapped on the door a few times. The only answer he got was the lights in the motel flicking on, the sound of the room's television and a satisfied sigh. “Come on, Dean, open up.”

The rain continued to fall steadily and Sam could feel the drops inching down his neck and back.

“Dean, you jerk!”

“Bitch.” Was the faint reply.

“Yeah, you're so hilarious.” He mumbled, pulling a lock pick set out of his bag.

Dean lie sprawled out comfortably on the bed, his back propped up against the headboard, legs stretched across the bed. He heard the clicking of Sam efficiently working through the lock and glanced at watch. Took him long enough to figure that one out.

Sam heard a final click as the lock gave way. He stowed the lock pick tools and opened the door. Dean was stretched out on the bed nearest the door. Sam tossed his bag to the floor at the end of the other bed.

“Having some trouble with the handle?” Dean asked innocently, grinning ear to ear. “I think it sticks.” Sam was dripping wet and Dean almost felt bad for locking him out...almost.

“Yeah. Whatever.” Sam went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Dean heard the water turn on and hopped off the bed. He slipped into his boots and slid on his leather jacket. He made his way out the door quietly and popped the truck, grabbing his bag from inside, and shutting it after.

He walked back through the rain to the door and heard the lock tumble as he grabbed the handle. He tried to turn it anyways and heard a laugh from inside.

“Are you having trouble with the handle? I think it sticks.” Sam echoed from somewhere in the room.

Dean heard the water in the bathroom start again.

Oh brother.

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I've edited this so many times now that I'm finally ready to call it finished. Thanks to Lisa for helping me spell simple words like 'school', and to Ryan for keeping me in character. If you hadn't said anything about the opening I would have left it and said it was good. And it really wasn't. It was very out of character and brought down the rest of the piece.