A brace of drabbles
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amberdreamsI suddenly got the drabble bug today. It's been a while!
Drabble 1:
Where is the pivot point? There on the seesaw, when you’re walking up the slope, at what point does the weight of the love you’re carrying become too much and the balance alter, locking into that steep, sudden downward motion that’ll tip you onto the ground? You’ll fight to stay on your feet, but the odds are that when the end of the plank hits, you’ll be thrown into oblivion.
Drabble2:
There’s a ghost in the kitchen
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Drabble 1:
The only way to stop it is to jump off
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SPN100 Drabble Challenge: word count 100
Challenge word: lock
Warnings: None
Summary: The Winchesters have all made decisions, made sacrifices based on the overwhelming love they have for each other. Sooner or later and over and over, they reach that tipping point…
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Where is the pivot point? There on the seesaw, when you’re walking up the slope, at what point does the weight of the love you’re carrying become too much and the balance alter, locking into that steep, sudden downward motion that’ll tip you onto the ground? You’ll fight to stay on your feet, but the odds are that when the end of the plank hits, you’ll be thrown into oblivion.
You can’t work it out; the mathematics are beyond your capabilities, but as you feel your way uphill, inch by inch, your muscle-memory will sense the moment when it comes.
Drabble2:
There’s a ghost in the kitchen
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SPN100 Drabble Challenge: word count 100
Challenge word: lock
Warnings: None
Summary: A moment of domesticity in the Bunker.
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Mary Winchester is in the bunker’s kitchen, making sandwiches.
It’s both familiar and foreign, watching the swift sure movements of her hands as she slices tomatoes, builds layers of fillings, cuts the crusts off…
She pauses, knife hovering, suddenly uncertain and lost. Dean knows she’s remembered her little boys aren’t babies any more. He leans forward wearing his best disarming grin to tuck a stray lock of golden hair behind her ear.
He steals a sandwich while she’s distracted, ignoring Sam’s vocal disgust about chewing with his mouth open. He’s just happy the sparkle’s back in Mary’s eyes.
“Thanks, Mom.”
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Date: 2016-07-16 10:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-16 12:52 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2016-07-17 01:05 am (UTC)I'm not sure how I feel about Mary being back. I hope for happy bunker times but I'd also like her to be some evil thing for all the angst it would provide.
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