A triabble of drabbles

[amberdreams]

Thought I'd stick up a few of my more recent drabbles (apologies to folks who read 'em over on stoopid FF.net). The second two are spoilery for season 9.

Dialect of Dean
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Challenge word: skeptical
Warnings: Excessive wordiness
Summary: Dean has swallowed a magic dictionary and is driving Sam insane.
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“I can’t believe you, Dean. I’m sure you do these things on purpose to drive me nuts.”
Dean opens his mouth and before Sam can clap a hand over it, words drip out, making splashing sounds as they hit the floor.  It’s messy.
“Bowdlerising is a sin, Sammy.”
“Maybe, Dean, but I doubt you actually know the meaning of half of what’s coming out of your mouth.”
“I skepticize therefore I extemporise.”
Dean’s panicking now. More black print spills off his tongue. He catches a couple of heavy words in his palm, stares at them.
Unexpurgated onomatopoeia.
Fucking edible dictionaries.

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First Born, First Blade
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Challenge word: flannel
Warnings: Spoilers for Season 9, First Born
Summary: Crowley is smug, Dean is probably doomed.  Things are working out better than Crowley expected.
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Crowley’s feeling something akin to contentment. Finding that the First Blade was inextricably linked to Cain was both terrifying and unexpected, but as it turned out, it handed him a weapon even more deadly than he’d ever hoped for.
Dean Winchester carrying the Mark.
Crowley smiles. No more need for flannel, no more kowtowing to lesser demons. Dean Winchester is going to be the blade in Crowley’s hand when Abaddon bows her pretty red head to the true King of Hell.
“What are you grinning about?” Dean grumbles, but Crowley’s smile doesn’t falter.
“I’m the dog’s bollocks, squirrel,” he says.

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With the jaw bone of an ass I have slain a thousand men
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Challenge word:
Warnings: Spoilers for Season 9, First Born
Summary: Dean takes on Cain’s mantle. This does not bode well.
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He’d said no to Michael. He’d watched while Sam said yes to Lucifer. He’d known it was the right thing. Certainty had been the marrow of his bones, and though his heart had been a more broken mess than his face, he’d fought on.
He doesn’t even think about saying yes to Cain, just grasps the fratricide’s arm, allowing the painful brand to mark him for as the killer he is. A dealer in death, more lethal than sarin to those who trust him.
His mind is blank as he rolls his flannel sleeve back down to cover the scar.
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Comments

[anniespinkhouse.livejournal.com]

I love all of these - you put the words from that edible dictionary together so very well and they become weapons, especially the head space that Dean is in when he takes Cain's mark. Thanks for these

[amberdreams.livejournal.com]

Oh Hello my dear! *waves* Thank you, glad you liked them and it's cool that you found an unintentional a kind of flow between them!

[balder12.livejournal.com]

These are all great, but Dean swallowing a magical dictionary is especially delightful.

[amberdreams.livejournal.com]

I don't know where that one came from but I'm glad you enjoyed it!

[borgmama1of5.livejournal.com]

The last one...You capture my foreboding about this exactly!

[amberdreams.livejournal.com]

Foreboding is a good word - *wrings hands*...

[tifaching.livejournal.com]

I think I already told you over at stoooopid ff.net how much I loved those last two.

Good to see that this week's entry isn't going to gut me in any way except for my stomach hurting from laughing.

[amberdreams.livejournal.com]

Ha ha thank you, and sorry about the different kind of gut ache this week!

[chomaisky.livejournal.com]

I love all of them! Dean with verbal advantage is hilarious...
and this allowing the painful brand to mark him for as the killer he is. A dealer in death, more lethal than sarin to those who trust him.

[amberdreams.livejournal.com]

Thank you! And I think that last might be what Dean is thinking right now...