Ok this really is the last one, but I'm posting at

The Adventure Of The Duck Billed Platypus

milly_gal and Jared were out for a beribboned Valentine's walk away with the fairies. As they went, Jared rested his hand on milly_gal's buttock. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so sticky, milly_gal was filled with ginger dread.

"Do you suppose it's scintilating here?" she asked ponderously.

"You furry silly," Jared said, tickling milly_gal with his sewing machine. "It's completely silky-smooth."

Just then, a sparkling duck billed platypus leapt out from behind a glue and stitched Jared in the chest. "Aaargh!" Jared screamed.

Things looked antique. But milly_gal, although she was taudry, knew she had to save her love. She grabbed a glitter stick and, like a crafter who doesn't care where they stick their glitter stars as long as everything sparkles, beat the duck billed platypus stickily until it ran off. "That will teach you to stitch innocent people."

Then she clasped Jared close. Jared was bleeding soberly. "My darling," milly_gal said, and pressed her lips to Jared's nipple.

"I love you," Jared said frightfully, and expired in milly_gal's arms.

milly_gal never loved again.

Well, no, actually I am sorry, but I think I might be addicted. People keep posting their drabble-matics and then I have to return to the site and do another one, and now I think I've pulled a muscle in my stomach from laughing so much. So yeah, here's another.

Shocking Lang Syne

Sam sipped quickly at his drink and stood behind a shocking sausage. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel glorious and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how swarthy his toe nail got when he was nervous.

Well, truth be told, Sam knew very well why he was at the party: to see Dean.

Ah, Dean. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his electrifying finger made Sam's heart beat like a randy stallion, ready to find a mate.

But tonight everyone was masked. Sam peered rashly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Dean. There, he thought, the man over by the cabbage, the shambolic one with the guinea pig mask. It had to be Dean. No one else could look so ridiculous, even in a guinea pig mask.

He began to walk Sam's way and Sam started to panic. What if he actually talked to Sam?

Dean came right up to Sam and Sam thought that he was going to faint.

"Hello," Dean said rudely. "What are you doing over here all alone?"

"Oh, just looking at the bacon," Sam said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so radical.

Just then, an illustrious voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."

Sam's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Dean might ...

"Happy New Year!"

Dean swept Sam into his arms, bent him under the boardwalk, down by the sea, and kissed Sam huskily, slipping him the tongue and groping his groin.

Sam could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out invisibly and pulled Dean's mask off his face. It was Dean! "I knew it was you," Sam said and took his own mask off.

"And it's ... you," Dean said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."

Sam watched him go. He would be right back, Sam was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.

And then they would fall in love.

kalliel and

finchandsparrow for this.

Delirious Love

Dean finished packing. Ever since Sam, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Dean had been delinquent.

There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing shoved him, all was delectable. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going in the heart of the sun to become a deleted galaxy.

Just then, there was a dauntless knock at the door. Dean opened it and stood there rashly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his toe nail.

When Dean came to, Sam was holding his heel and looking delicious. "My love," Sam said rapidly, "I'm sorry for the deft shock. I've been shipwrecked on a deliberate island for the last ten years, living like the hairiest sasquatch that ever roamed the earth. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my knee in the wreck. Can you still love me?"

Dean could hardly believe his Sam had returned. "I will always love you, knee or no knee. Besides, you can cover it up with a gardenia."

They embraced randomly and vowed to never be parted again.

And all was delusional.

The End.

And this:

The Battle For The Corset

Below decks, Jensen swept his corset. He had been busy with the corset for hours and now wanted nothing more than a rabid cuddle or a tumescent massage from his lover Jared.

He said this last thought out loud and all of a sudden his ripped Jared appeared at the door, grinning flightily.

"Put down the corset," Jared said mightily. "Unless you want me to sweep that corset on your chin."

Jensen put down the corset. He was ribald. He had never seen Jared so spongy before and it made him shallow.

Jared picked up the corset, then withdrew a towel from his nose. "Don't be so ribald," Jared said with a spongy grimace. "A badger bit my tongue this morning, and everything became scintilating. Now with this corset and this towel I can mightily rule the world!"

Jensen clutched his wicked tongue frightfully. This was his lover, his ripped Jared, now staring at him with a spongy nose.

"Fight it!" Jensen shouted. "The badger just wants the corset for his own ripped devices! He doesn't love you, not the rabid way I do!"

Jensen could see Jared trembling frightfully. Jensen reached out his chin and touched Jared's nose mightily. He was ripped, so ripped, but he knew only his wicked love for Jared would break the badger's spell.

Sure enough, Jared dropped the corset with a thunk. "Oh, Jensen," he squealed. "I'm so rabid, can you ever forgive me?"

But Jensen had already moved below decks. Like the foam on the crest of a wave, he pressed his chin into Jared's nose. And as they fell together in a scintilating fit of love, the corset lay on the floor, shallow and forgotten.

Drabblematic is adictive.

I just re-dicovered drabblematic so I had to create some Winchester stories...Oh and they turned out Wincest. And a J2 one that's um. Rude. LOL

First attempt:
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The Meaning of Life, the Universe and Everything
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Birthday Drabblette for

blackrabbit42: word count 300
Warnings: pure silliness
Summary: A surprise encounter for the Winchesters. Happy Birthday

blackrabbit42, this was inspired by your recent Impala encounter!
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“Dean?”

Sam rested the paper bag of shopping on the roof of the Impala, risking Dean’s bitching about grease stains in the face of his brother’s weird, fixed expression.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”

Dean jumped, staring at Sam as if he didn’t recognise him. His mouth opened and closed, and Sam had to bite his tongue to avoid telling Dean what a great impression of a guppy he was doing.

“You’re there. I mean, here. I mean… I thought…um.”

“You’re not making a lot of sense, you know,” Sam pointed out, before grabbing the bag and opening the car door.

“Dean, why is there a rabbit in the car?”

Sam had to admit it was a very cute rabbit, one of those long-haired types, kind of chestnut coloured and…oh. Sam chuckled.

“You thought it was me? Really?”

“Well, come on Sammy, it just suddenly appeared inside the Impala and sat there looking at me with that sad, hungry expression, what was I supposed to think?”
Sam shook his head as Dean slid in behind the wheel, the rabbit sitting expectantly between them.

“Well apart from anything else, Dean, it’s a girl.”

“Yeah well, that figures, Princess,” Dean retorted, grinning. The rabbit thumped, clearly eager to be on the move. Dean turned the key and Baby roared. The rabbit jumped onto Sam’s lap, and he thought for a second she’d been scared by the noise. Then he realised her trembling was excitement. She stretched across to place her paws on the dash, her pink nose quivering.

“Let’s go for a drive,” Dean said, absently stroking her silky fur with his free hand. Soothed, Sam dozed off, only to dream about sunlight on grass and having lots of sex.

But the weirdest thing was – exactly forty-two miles later, the rabbit just – vanished.

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Inspired by

spn_bunker and carafindel's mad libs I thought I'd try the drabble-o-matic again. This is what I got. I'm so childish this made me cry laughing.
Please, do try a few of your own!

The Battle For The Sprinkler

Under the bed, Dean swung his sprinkler. He had been busy with the sprinkler for hours and now wanted nothing more than a superb cuddle or a soft massage from his lover Sam.

He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his scintilating Sam appeared at the door, grinning silently.

"Put down the sprinkler," Sam said cleverly. "Unless you want me to swing that sprinkler on your pinkie finger."

Dean put down the sprinkler. He was squishy. He had never seen Sam so demonic before and it made him sorrowful.

Sam picked up the sprinkler, then withdrew a book from his elbow. "Don't be so squishy," Sam said with a demonic grimace. "A hedgehog bit my winkle this morning, and everything became hard. Now with this sprinkler and this book I can cleverly rule the world!"

Dean clutched his blue winkle gracefully. This was his lover, his scintilating Sam, now staring at him with a demonic elbow.

"Fight it!" Dean shouted. "The hedgehog just wants the sprinkler for his own scintilating devices! He doesn't love you, not the superb way I do!"

Dean could see Sam trembling gracefully. Dean reached out his pinkie finger and touched Sam's elbow cleverly. He was scintilating, so scintilating, but he knew only his blue love for Sam would break the hedgehog's spell.

Sure enough, Sam dropped the sprinkler with a thunk. "Oh, Dean," he squealed. "I'm so superb, can you ever forgive me?"

But Dean had already moved under the bed. Like the fire you light to keep away the wild beasts at night, he pressed his pinkie finger into Sam's elbow. And as they fell together in a hard fit of love, the sprinkler lay on the floor, sorrowful and forgotten.

Title: Mary Sue
Words: 247
Summary: Sam answers a knock at the door of the Bunker.
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Current Mood: amused

For my

spnspiration bingo squares: - Slam poetry and inanimate object POV
I've NEVER done anything like this before!! Well, I've written pomes, of course, but I've never read them and I'd certainly be too effing nervous to stand up and recite in front of people so I wasn't sure what this would come out like.
So without further ado
Here it is - the poem recording which makes this a slam. I think!

Voice Recorder >>

And it you want to read it too

The Bunker
There’s a rhythm in my life, a pulse that beats even though I have no heart, no veins, no blood.
I was alone for a long time, I counted the beats
I counted the stars above me
I counted time passing through my many doors.

I have doors between worlds, I hold worlds inside and outside of me
Keeping worlds in, keeping worlds out.
I hold fast, I hold them shut
I keep this world safe.
I open them when needed, let air in, let air out
I breathe, sometimes.

Warnings: Not a happy festive fic! Spoilers for Season 9
Words: 285
Summary: Dean holds vigil over Kevin's body.

Happy Christmas, war is over

Dean sits with Kevin for a very long time. His eyes are dry and sore from staring. He feels every blink reinforces his betrayal, so he keeps his eyes wide open. He has to bear witness to the crime committed by Ezekiel – no, Gadreel – while using and abusing Sam’s body. Because the real crime doesn’t belong to the angel, or to the hand the angel used to burn the young prophet from the inside out. No. Dean Winchester knows very well where the real blame lies.

With him.

Dean doesn’t cry. Since he shed that one tear – for Sam, for Kevin, for himself? Who knew? He hasn’t been able to move or to weep. The pain that grips his chest tight barely allows him to draw breath. He feels as though someone has scraped away his insides with a spoon, stealing his courage and his will.

Kevin is dead. The kid who’d suffered so much, given so much and gained so little from the deal, was dead. Murdered by a servant of the god who’d created the boy and given him such a fucking stupid, awful destiny. If Dean could feel anything but guilt right now, he’d be fucking mad as hell for the kid.

Sam is gone, and Dean doesn’t even know for how long, because Gadreel had been so convincing playing Sam just now, Dean can no longer be sure the angel hadn’t been playing Dean for the fool that he is, right from the start.

Kevin’s blackened, burnt-out, empty sockets gaze at Dean, full of accusations he can’t defend himself from.

His fault. His grievous fault.

Dean knows.

This time, this is something he can’t fix.

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