Blood will Flow

Every Tinker has its Belle

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E/O Drabble Challenge: word count 100

Challenge word: Flat

Warnings: Spoilers for Season 6 Episode 9.  Dean is taken by surprise when the microwave pings…a bit of faery crack with bonus wallpaper!

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It wasn’t until the microwave binged, exploding Belle into dark messy goo, that Dean realised he’d only nuked one half of a dynamo-duo.

Tiny hands gripped his hair, lifting him off the ground, and flung him like a frisbee.

Well, crap. Seems Tinker’s pissed.

He slid to a stop (nice carpet burn, dude), nose inches away from his open journal.

Tinker landed, thistle-down light, on the fluttering pages – an invitation if ever Dean saw one.  He snapped the book shut, squashing Tiny-Tink flat.

Voila! Faery pressé.

“So,” Sam poked at the blank page, intrigued. “Does this one have nipples too?”

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A/N - If you haven’t come across Brian Froud’s Pressed Fairy book, check it out! http://www.worldoffroud.com/www/cott/lcbook/ldy2.cfm

The Hollow Hills

By

Amberdreams

If you do not come too close, if you do not come too close,
On a summer midnight, you can hear the music
Of the weak pipe and the little drum
And see them dancing around the bonfire

T S Elliot

-*-*-*-

After nearly three days and nights of fruitless searching, Sam finally rang Bobby.  He didn’t know what else to do.  Ruby had failed him; her burning map trick had produced nothing but ashes this time, and he had nearly blasted her back to Hell in frustration and rage.  That was two days ago, he hadn’t seen her since, and she wasn’t answering her cell. 

His veins were still humming with a thousand volts of electricity from his last dose of Ruby’s blood, taken the night Dean went missing. He knew this feeling would last for a couple of weeks, but the demon-blood high wasn’t helping his concentration.  He was unravelling and needed something more human to hold himself together; Bobby was the only person he could trust.  The only person who was smart enough and wise enough to find the solution he was blatantly overlooking, and find his stupid, reckless, pain in the ass brother...

“You stay put, boy, don’t do anythin’ stupid.  I’ll be with ya in less than two days.”

The Hollow Hills

By

Amberdreams

If you do not come too close, if you do not come too close,
On a summer midnight, you can hear the music
Of the weak pipe and the little drum
And see them dancing around the bonfire

T S Elliot

-*-*-*-

After nearly three days and nights of fruitless searching, Sam finally rang Bobby.  He didn’t know what else to do.  Ruby had failed him; her burning map trick had produced nothing but ashes this time, and he had nearly blasted her back to Hell in frustration and rage.  That was two days ago, he hadn’t seen her since, and she wasn’t answering her cell. 

His veins were still humming with a thousand volts of electricity from his last dose of Ruby’s blood, taken the night Dean went missing. He knew this feeling would last for a couple of weeks, but the demon-blood high wasn’t helping his concentration.  He was unravelling and needed something more human to hold himself together; Bobby was the only person he could trust.  The only person who was smart enough and wise enough to find the solution he was blatantly overlooking, and find his stupid, reckless, pain in the ass brother...

“You stay put, boy, don’t do anythin’ stupid.  I’ll be with ya in less than two days.”