The Faculty - Written for Fic Promptly

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Title: One Last Time
Characters: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Words: 925
Prompt: one night, one more time
Finished: May 2017

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When Zeke had asked him if he wanted to stay overnight this weekend, Casey had considered this a nice idea. One night, one more time, making memories he could take with him.

He met with Zeke for about six months already, secretly in his garage, of course. A coming out was impossible; people in Herrington were much too close-minded, and Casey's parents would probably have sent him to his uncle in Alaska. Or maybe to a military academy where he would finally learn to act like a true man. Casey knew well enough that his father was still disappointed that he was just a brilliant science geek and not a famous football star. Not even his going to MIT seemed to satisfy the man.

Casey couldn't wait finally to move on. In Boston, he would be free, with no parents, no jocks, and no one who would call him a geek and laugh about him. Of course, college and the job would be much too time-consuming to enjoy his new freedom often. But he didn't mind. He was not a very sociable boy, and though the thought that in Boston existed a bigger gay community was somehow reassuring he didn't plan to come out soon.

„So, geek boy.“ Zeke's soft voice tore him out of his thoughts. Casey turned his head to watch his lover. He had already had a shower but was still naked; his head resting on one arm he was lying on the bed, smoking. Casey felt his mouth go dry and the heat rushing through his body. For sure Zeke lived up to his rep, he was the hottest guy Casey could imagine.

Not that he had a lot of experience with hot and naked guys. Zeke had been his first, and the only one so far. A great lover. So different than Casey had expected it to be; not the exciting but somehow strange and apparently often enough rough sex he knew from the porn vids he secretly watched. Zeke was surprisingly gentle and careful. He had never forced him to do anything but had seduced him with kisses, touches, and whispers until he was ready for more.

„Ready for the next adventures? You know, you will break a lot of hearts at college with your amazing blue eyes.“

Casey smirked; suddenly he felt the urge to cry. So, this was the goodbye? „My parents will kill me when I waste my college fund for that. It's MIT, Zeke, you give all, or you will fail.“

Zeke put his thumb on Casey's lips and smiled. „So, I guess you don't want me to come and visit you now and then?“

Casey frowned. „You want to visit me? Why?“

„Maybe because I will miss you? It's not only the sex. I enjoy hanging around with you. Much more than I thought I would. You are a geek, but a special one.“

Okay, this was ridiculous. Casey kept quiet because he needed a moment or two to think about Zeke's words. It had never been a question that what they had was not more than a relationship with benefits for both of them. Zeke was bi, but at school everyone considered him to be the biggest heartbreaker; the girls were crazy about him. Casey was the outsider, bullied by the jocks and ignored by most of the other students. The truth would have had serious consequences for both of them.

The last months had been great, Casey had enjoyed every second he had spent in Zeke's garage. Mostly it had been sex, amazing sex; Zeke was a good lover, at least these rumors were true. Sometimes they had ordered a pizza and watched a science fiction movie. Zeke owned the biggest video collection Casey had ever seen.

But though they were so close they had never been real friends. It had always been clear that it was just an arrangement of time. Graduation would end everything, Casey would move on to college and Zeke would stay back here, in Herrington, still not knowing what to do with his future.

As if Zeke could read his mind, he suddenly looked embarrassed and turned away. „Sorry,“ he murmured. „I guess, I should have better kept my mouth shut.“

Casey licked his dry lips. „I don't get it. You have always told me that the best sex is sex without any expectations. Just to enjoy the moment. So, what has changed?“

Zeke opened the fridge to grab a beer and a can of soda for Casey. „I have changed,“ he answered. „You have changed me. I've never thought that this would ever happen, but... Yes, I've hoped you would feel the same. And you, moving to Boston, wouldn't be the end.

But I understand. MIT is your great chance. In your new life is no place for me.“

Still confused Casey shook his head. „No, it's not like that. But I've never dared to think about a future for us. I've taken what you were ready to give, sex. And I've told myself that it is okay that way. Because I was afraid of getting hurt.“

A wary smile sneaked on Zeke's face. „So there is a chance that I could be more for you than just a fuck buddy?“

„Yes. No. Maybe.“ Casey huffed, his heart beating wilder than he was willing to admit it. This was not very reasonable; he needed a clear head for his start at MIT next week. „I don't know. Geez, Zeke, you can be a real pain in the ass. This is the worst timing ever to talk about..." He paused. About what? The future? A serious relationship? Love? Oh shit! Feeling helpless he shrugged."Whatever."

Zeke laughed slightly, put the bottle and the can down on the old table, and pulled the boy into his arms. „I can wait, you know,“ he whispered and gently kissed Casey's forehead. „Until you find out where it will go with us. As long as you don't kick me out of your life right now.“

The Walking Dead - written for Fic Promptly

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Title: Aftermath
Characters: Daryl Dixon, Beth Green
Prompt: a couple's first time
Words: 200
Finished: May 2017

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Beth couldn't sleep; she was still lying in Daryl's arms; she could feel his body's heat and hear him snoring slightly. She would have loved to talk with him, but he was not a guy of many words.

He had shown her he cared for her in a hundred other ways. His kisses were so warm, his touches so gentle. It was as if the world had stopped existing for a moment, and her long-forgotten dreams came back.

When she was younger, she often dreamed about the guy who would be her first: big, and strong, and good-looking, like the heroes in the romantic books she liked to read. When the zombies started taking over the world, she had stopped dreaming; this was no longer a place where love and tenderness could survive.

When she first met Daryl, she was almost scared of him. He looked so ferocious. The crossbow over his shoulder, his eyes so dark and nearly dangerous; she knew he was ready to kill when it was necessary. So much has happened since then. And she had learned to trust him.

Maybe he didn't look like the sparkling knight she had dreamed about, but she felt safe here, in his arms.

Supernatural - written for 100 words

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Title: Hunger for Blood
Character: Dean Winchester
Word Count: 100
Prompt: blood
Finished: May 2017

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The hunger he felt got more and more out of control. Dean wasn't willing to give in so quickly, but he knew, sooner or later, he would lose the fight. Even the last bits of humanness would be swallowed up by his new vampire instincts.

Turned into a monster, forced to live in darkness, strong and merciless, only led by his hunger for blood. Until the day his fate would overtake him in form of a hunter.

Dean wasn't afraid of the death, but one thought haunted him: that the hunter who would kill him might be Sam, his brother.

Supernatural - written for Comment Fic

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Title: First snow
Character: Dean & Sam Winchester
Word Count: 337
Prompt: Weechesters, Sammy’s first snow
Finished: December 2016

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Dean was startled out of his sleep by the outcry of his little brother. Immediately, he was wide awake. His father had warned him often enough to be on the watch anytime.

"It's important, Dean. When I can't be around, it's up to you to take care of Sammy. He's still too young to understand."

And Dean had felt torn apart. He was proud that his father put that much trust in him. But then again, the responsibility was somehow frightening. What if he failed one day? He knew his father would never forgive him if something happened to Sam. And he wouldn't, either.

Still drowsy, Dean looked over to the old sofa where Sammy should be sleeping. But besides the old, rumpled blanket, it was empty. Almost panicking, Dean jumped up and looked around at the small hut, expecting the worst. The relief was immense when he found his little brother standing in front of the small window, shoeless, only in his boxers, despite the cold in the hut.

„Sammy?“

No answer.

„Sammy!“ Slightly annoyed, Dean walked over to him and grabbed his shoulder to shake him. "What are you doing here? You are freezing to death.“

Sam stared at him with wide open eyes, then he pointed outside with his little fingers. Dean blinked, once, twice. The world had changed overnight. Yesterday, the hut had been standing on a small clearing: a meadow, some trees, and a small woodshed. Now everything has vanished under a thick, white snow cover.

Dean laughed out loud, all his anger gone. He had always liked winter more than hot, sticky summer days. The little boy beside him looked at him questioningly.

"Snow, Sammy," explained Dean. "That's snow."

„Snowman,“ Sam asked, remembering a story Dean had told him some days ago.

Dean smiled wide and nodded. „Yeah. We can dress up and go outside to build a snowman. Would you like that?“

Sammy's eyes sparkled with excitement while he grabbed for his sweater.
„Snowman,“ he repeated. "I like!"

Supernatural - written for Comment Fic and Get Your Words Out

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Title: Young Hunter
Character: whee!Chesters
Prompt: don't look behind you.
Word Count: 579
Finished: November 2016

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His father had been out on a hunt for about a week. It was a rainy day; the sun did hide all day long when Dean suddenly realized that the demon he was looking for had obviously made a turnaround and was now laying siege to the shabby hut, which was the refuge for Sam and him.

His dad would never be back in time, so it was up to him again to save his little brother. He hated the thought. No, he was not afraid of ghosts, demons, or even death; his father had taught him to think and act like a hunter since he could remember. But to be in charge of the safety and well-being of Sam was literally choking him.

Sam was only five years old, too young to understand what was happening around him. Sometimes, Dean almost hated him for his kid-like innocence. But, of course, he would never forgive himself when something happened to him; Sam was family, besides his father, the only family he still had.

Dean shrugged off every kind of insecurity and forced himself to concentrate on what he had to do. Gently, he patted Sam on his shoulder. The little boy had fallen asleep in front of the fireplace, his old, wooden truck still in his little hands.

„Sammy!“

He blinked drowsily. "Wassup?"

Dean put a finger on his lips to silence him. "Shh. Get up and get dressed again. We are going to play a game."

A smile sneaked on Sam's lips. He loved it when his big brother found some time to play with him; it didn't happen often. "What kind of game? Does dad know?"

"Sure he does," Dean reassured his little brother without showing any sign of his impatience. "He wants us to sneak out of the hut and return to the farm beside the bridge." Where it hopefully would be safe. Enough distance between Sam and the demon.

"Where we got the blueberry waffles yesterday," Sam asked, licking his lips.

Dean nodded. "Yeah. Do you remember the way? It's easy; just follow the creek. You can do that, don't you, you are already five now."

The creek was only small, but the water was torrential; the edge was covered with all kinds of slippery stones and undergrowth. The path alongside was almost invisible, even during daylight. And at that moment, it was raining again, and even the last light started to fade away. To let Sammy alone find his way was a risk Dean would never take under other circumstances. But for now, he had no other choice.

Suddenly, Sam looked unsure. "Won't you come with me?"

„That's part of the game,“ Dean said, patting his back reassuringly. „You go first; I will follow a bit later. And don't look behind you. If you do ...“ He blinked at Sam with a wide grin. „If you do, I will win the game.“

Only some minutes later, he watched Sammy slip out the door, his slight figure almost invisible under the dark gray raincoat. It was silent outside, beside the rain dropping on the trees and the hut's roof. Dean smiled. Sammy was good at sneaking away; he loved to play hide and seek. For him, this was just another game.

The smile vanished when Dean noticed the big, dark figure behind the hut. With slightly narrowed eyes, he grabbed the gun from the wooden balustrade of the porch and waited.

The Faculty - written for Comment Fic and FFFC

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Eleven Minifills and Microfics
Finished 2017-2019

Prompt: 3 sentences - emergency
Zeke cursed loudly and hit the brake as hard as possible; the GTO stopped only a footstep from the boy.

"My mom," he stammered before Zeke could yell at him, "she was cleaning the windows and fell from the ladder; I guess she broke her ankle."

For sure, it was not his business, but a pair of striking blue eyes looked at him so helplessly that Zeke put his hand on Casey's shoulder and said reassuringly: "Don't worry, we will take her to the emergency room; they will know how to help her."


Prompt: why?
"Why did you do that," Casey asked, still feeling shocked.

Zeke eyed him with the usual smug grin on his lips. "Why didn't you stop me?"

"You're such ass!"

Zeke chuckled and pulled him back into his arms for another breathtaking kiss. "That's why you can't resist me."


Prompt: what love is
„Love only exists in fairy tales,“ Zeke said and smirked,“ and don't you think you are a bit too old to believe in them?“

Casey smiled:“ I think you are wrong; my parents have been married for over 20 years already, and they are still happy together; one day, I will find someone I want to spend my life with, too, and yes, I would call this love.“

The thought, that Casey one day would tell another guy: “I love you,“ did hurt much more than Zeke was willing to admit.


Prompt: breakfast in bed
„Good morning, sleepyhead, “ the cheery voice tore Zeke out of his sleep; reluctantly, he opened his eyes and blinked because of the glaring sunlight.

„What the hell, Casey,“ he groaned,“ I hope there is a good reason that you wake me up that early on a day off.“

The boy giggled unfazed, pulled the blanket from Zeke's naked body, and eyed him with sparkling blue eyes:“ Hmmm, it's so hard to decide how to start this day; good morning sex with my oh so hot boyfriend or breakfast in bed with pancakes and chocolate muffins.“


Prompt: 1 sentence - pencils
Casey swallowed hard; it got more and more difficult to follow the lessons since this new boy was in his class with a smug grin on his face and the long, yellow pencil between his lips instead of writing down notes in his exercise book with it, he looked much too hot.


Prompt: one sentence - driving in the middle of the night
His life was a mess; his parents had never cared about him, and he had to learn early to be a lonely fighter to survive; no true friends, no stupid future dreams; he was a realist who preferred to use others before they used him; but when he was driving through the night in his GTO he felt almost happy.


Prompt: first contact
Casey knew his mother would never understand why he suddenly had changed his future plans; being a scientist, working for NASA one day had been his biggest dream since he could remember, but the last Friday at school, his first contact with an alien, had changed everything


Prompt: 3 sentence fic = morning sex
"Casey," Zeke growled, only half awake, "there is one thing you need to learn about me: I'm so not a morning person."

"You are not," his boyfriend asked, teasing, and in the same moment, he pounced on him, tickled him, kissed him, and bit him softly. It didn't last long, and all parts of Zeke's body were fully awake.


Prompt: 25 words = tender
Startled, Casey almost jumped back when Zeke touched his cheek tenderly. The boy smirked. "Don't worry. I would never hurt you, don't you know this?"


Prompt: 25 words = This is weird
Zeke was lying on his bed, wide awake. This was weird. He was the king at school, every guy respected him, all girls were crazy about him. But since he shared a lab-table with this new boy in class, he couldn't think about anything else but his striking blue eyes.


Prompt: drive-in - The Faculty
'Surprise', Zeke had told him when Casey asked where they would go tonight. He hadn't expected a trip to a drive-in. When he opened the box of his burger he blinked.

"What's that?"

Zeke chuckled and pulled him into his arms for a kiss.
"The key to our first apartment."

The Faculty - Written for Comment Fic

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Title: The Camera
Characters: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Prompt: 3-sentence-fic = pain
Finished: August 2016

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The pain rushed through his body, he cringed and yelped out while Gabe and his friends turned his beloved camera into a football ... no, no, no; they teased and bullied him since he could remember but never before he had felt desperate like this.

Then, someone touched his arm surprisingly softly, and when he opened his eyes again, Zeke Tyler was standing in front of him, the bad boy from school who didn't care about anyone else but himself. With a foreign smile on his lips and the camera with the broken lens in his hands, he helped Casey up and said: "Let's go to my garage; I guess I can repair this."

Supernatural - written for Comment Fic

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Title: Memories
Characters: Dean and Sam Winchester
Prompt: young Winchesters, The Summer, the Beach, Youth and Ghosts (Sailor Moon)
Words: 100
Finished: March 2016

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Sam watched the stone flipping over the dark water and smiled. "Do you remember," he asked. "The hot summer we spend at the lake? One of the best memories I have."

Dean kept quiet. Of course, he did remember. But unlike Sam, he was not thinking about the sun, the ice cream, and the fun they had had. It had been late at night; little Sam had long fallen asleep when his dad had torn him out of his sleeping bag.

The ghosts were strong that night, and for the first time, Dean realized what kind of life was waiting for him.

Supernatural (AU) - written for Comment Fic

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Title: Goodbye
Characters: Benny/ Dean Winchester
Prompt: Benny saving Sam
Words: 176
Finished: March 2016

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"It's okay, Dean. I understand; you can't leave the town as long as Sam is still in the hospital."

"I am sorry. I know our plans have been different. But I will always be in your debt. You did risk your life to save Sammy."

Benny kept quiet, looking at the guy he loved. With all his heart. Loved him in a way he had never loved before. Though he had always known that Dean's feelings would never be so deep.

There was only room for one guy in his heart: Sam, his little brother. Without him, Dean was lost. So it hadn't been a question of what to do when Sam had been in danger. He had to save him to save Dean. No matter what it meant for him.

Finally, he smiled. "I guess it's time for me to go. But next time we meet, you will spring for a beer!"

When there would ever be a 'next time.' The way lying ahead of him was dangerous, and he would have to go it alone.

Supernatural - written for Livejournal

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Title: The Ghost Shark
Prompt: Ghost Shark
Character: Dean Winchester
Words: 274
Finished: Match 2016

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Still shaking, Dean closed his eyes and pulled his little brother into his arms. That had been close; almost too close. He didn't want to think about what this ... thing ... the ghost shark ... would have done with Sam if he hadn't come back in time.

His father had warned them not to leave the shabby cabin. But the comic he was reading had been boring and Sammy was asleep, so he did sneak away to the nearby gas station. Only for some minutes, but when he returned, Sammy was gone.

He found him at the small lake, standing near the beach, staring over the water. It had taken some time until Dean had realized what was going on. The ghost shark his dad was hunting had found them: a blurred, grey, enormous body and black eyes full of hate.

Never before Dean had felt so much panic, inwardly he cried for his dad. He would know what to do, but Dean didn't. He had forced himself to stay calm, pretending to know what to do next. He was the hunter today. If he failed, it wouldn't only mean certain death for Sammy but for him, too.

"Dean!" The sharp voice of his father tore him out of his thoughts. "What's going on?"

"It's nothing, just a nightmare," he lied. "Sammy is okay."

And he took his little brother into his arms to bring him back to bed, and when he felt his arms around his neck, his warm breath, his still-wet face, and his heartbeat, it felt like the truth, at least for the moment.

Supernatural - written for Comment Fic

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Title: Hide & Seek
Characters: whee Sam, young Dean, John Winchester
Prompt: weechesters, playing in the rain
Word Count: 580 words
Finished: June 2016

Feeling worn out, John was finally returning to the old shack in the woods, their home for some weeks. It had been a dreadfully long day; it seemed as if the autumn storm, which was raging over the town for a week, had pulled in every kind of monster.

When the Impala rolled onto the small clearing, he stiffened. A small, dark figure was running through the rain, hiding behind a tree, obviously observing the shack. A ghost? A daemon? A monster he had missed to kill and which was now threatening his sons?

John was able to deal with almost every situation, but since he had witnessed his beloved wife burning to death, the thought that something similar might happen to his sons one day, too, was his biggest nightmare. He tried to teach Dean to take care of himself and of his little brother, he was a good and willing student but still so inexperienced. Too young for a life as a hunter, John knew this well enough.

He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down. This was just a case like all the others; kill the monster, save the clueless victims. The moment he left the car, he could hear it.

A suppressed laugh, then: “Dean! C'mon and find me.“

John paled, relief and anger rushing through his body. Leaving every caution behind, he rushed over to the little figure, grabbed the arm, and pulled the small body around. Startled, Sam cried out, staring into his father's dark eyes, not recognizing him in the first shock.

Only a moment later Dean's voice. „Sam? Sammy? What's happened?“

The fear in his voice was hard to ignore. Only a second later, he was there, with a big knife in his hands. He stopped dead when he recognized his father.

„What the hell is going on here, Dean,“ John bellowed. „What about the order: 'Don't leave the house' you didn't understand? How can you bring Sammy into this danger?“

Sam started to sniffle; it was hard to say if tears or just the rain were wetting his pale face. Dean stretched out his hand to wipe them away; then he turned to his father. Defiance was sparkling in his eyes; John had never noticed before. Dean had learned to trust his father and follow his words without protest.

„He wasn't in danger. I've double-checked the surroundings before going out with him.“

„Was there a reason to do that? Like, a real threat inside the shack?“

„Nothing like that, no.“ Dean shook his head. „But Sam had a nightmare; the air in the shack was muggy, and he was so afraid. I needed to find something to distract him. Sammy loves playing Hide and Seek.“

John closed his eyes for a split second. Once again, he wished Mary would still be around; not only did he miss his wife, but the boys needed a mother; a mother who would understand what was going on in their heads. Hide and seek? A storm was raging, the world was taken over by all kind of monsters, and Dean decided to play Hide and Seek with his little brother? Not sure what to think of this, John finally loosed his grip around Sam's arm.

„C'mon, let's get back inside and change clothes. We are all wet to the bones, and we don't want to catch a cold.“

Protective Dean put his arm around his little brother's shoulder before following his father.

Supernatural - written for Comment Fic

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Title: Purgatory
Characters: Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte
Prompt: Dean/Benny if he never left purgatory and made a life with Benny there
Word Count: 523 words
Warning: Character Death
Finished: October 2020

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„Sam!“

The voice of Dean was full of panic; he desperately gasped for air; flailing his arms uncontrolled. But Benny knew better than to try to comfort him or even wake him up. He had done once; Dean had freaked out, lashed out at him, even choked him. He had needed all his force to shake him off; then, he had to bind him until he finally started to think clearly again.

It was already a while since Dean had decided not to go back to earth but to stay here with him; hard to say how long: days, weeks, even months, everything was possible. Time in purgatory had lost every importance. The whole existence reduced to fighting and surviving. Usually alone; it was better to trust no one.

The reason why Benny had decided to stay here. As a vampire who had already lived for centuries, he had to bear a many loss. Everyone he loved would die sooner or later. He had been so sick of it. Life in purgatory was much easier; no feelings, no responsibility, no dreams, no hope, no future; always the same grayness around and the knowledge that every moment could be the last one.

Dean had changed everything. He was different than any other monster or human being Benny had ever met. On earth, he was a hunter. If they had met there first, one of them wouldn't be alive anymore. But they met in purgatory. First, it was just an alliance of convenience because they both were looking for a way to survive. But it turned into friendship soon enough, a very close friendship. Until that one night, after a long, tiring fight against some leviathans. Benny couldn't even say how it had happened; he had never been together with a guy in all the years on earth and neither did Dean. But it felt like the only right thing that they became lover.

Afterward, Dean was still lying in his arms, his body so warm and sweaty despite the chilling cold around them. And he had made the decision to stay. Until the end of time, he had said.

Shared fights at day, shared refuges at night. Not alone anymore. Despite all doubting, Benny had gotten used to it all too quickly.

„Sam!“

Dean had told him once that purgatory was the best that could have happened to him: a dark and cruel place, lost like his soul. But the dreams occurred more and more often and pulled him back with full force. Back into his old life where Sam, his brother, was still looking for him.

„No!“

Dean woke with a start, grabbed the big knife beside him, and aimed it at Benny; his eyes were surprisingly calm and dark. The vampire didn't move; he knew this was the end. Dean was still trapped in his dream; he didn't recognize him as his lover, only as a vampire who was going to hurt his brother.

Benny closed his eyes when Dean thrust the sharp blade deep into his body. He was ready to accept his fate. Everything was better than to be alone again.

Supernatural - written for Comment Fic

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Title: Celebrating a hunt
Characters: Dean & Sam Winchester
prompt: celebrating after a particularly tough hunt
Word Count: 439 words
Finished: October 2016

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It had been a long, tiring week. All Sam wanted was to have a shower and a drink, or two. Usually, he didn't drink much, but today, everything was welcome, which promised a deep and dreamless sleep. He wanted to get rid of the pictures in his mind, at least for a while: pictures of the two children they had hunted and finally found in the old barn. Much too young. Dean had told him to stay outside; emotionless as ever he had completed their job alone. Sam had only heard scraps of cries and thunks, enough to make him cringe inwardly.

„Hey, Sammy, I will go out a bit. Celebrating.“

Sam didn't need to look up. He knew, Dean was standing near the door, dressed up in his tight, black denim and a white shirt, a smile on his face as if nothing had happened.

He sighed inwardly. Not this again. He had seen his brother in this state before. He would end up somewhere in a bar, drinking, dancing, and flirting all night long. Probably he would go home with one of the prettiest girls, he would spend the night with her. In the morning, he would come back to the motel in the best humor, with coffee and donuts and muesli for Sam.

The nightmares would come later when reality caught up with him again. Then he would wake up from sleep startled, drenched in sweat, shaking all over. He would stand up and sneak out of the motel room for a smoke so as not to bother him, Sam.

It had been like this since Sam could remember. Dean had to be the tough one who cared for his little brother. And who had ever cared about him? Their father? No. John had been a good hunter but not a good father. After that night, where a demon had burned their home and killed their mother, they had been on the road all the time. While Sammy had been much too young to understand, Dean had to take over his part of the family business.

Determined Sam put down the glass of Whiskey. It was about time for a change. He was not the little boy anymore. Since their father was gone, it was only him and Dean. It wasn't enough anymore to be at his side, he needed to take over his part of the burden.

„Wait a moment, and I will come with you,“ he murmured.

Only for a second, Dean looked surprised. „Well, I guess it's about time to lose your virginity, Sammy-boy.“ This time the smile on his face was genuine.

Jeremiah (TV) - written for Comment Fic and FFFC

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Seven Mini Fills

Prompt: 3 sentences - Any, any, losing your memory
Smith watched Kurdy sitting at the fire, a book in his hands but obviously not reading; it was his mother's birthday today; a mother he had loved and lost all too early; during the first days of the Big Days, his father had shot her, not of hate but out of love, because he hadn't been able to endure her suffering any longer.

Sometimes, it was a relief not to be able to remember anything of his past, Smith thought, not his name, not his family, not the good moments that probably had happened in his life before the Big Death plunged the world into chaos, killing all adults, leaving the children behind alone.

All children but him; God had chosen him as his messenger and was his constant companion from then on; but today, God kept quiet, not willing to offer at least some comfort to Kurdy or the rest of the world.


Prompt: strawberries
Smith watched them intently; it was about time his little daughter became familiar with Kurdy, the guy he called his best friend. It was not a big surprise, though, that Rose acted a bit shy; Kurdy was strong, tall, and intimidating, and she looked so small and helpless … even if Smith knew that these first impressions were so wrong.

Kurdy crouched down in front of her and opened his hand; Smith could see the red, ripe fruits in it and he heard his soft voice:” These are strawberries, take one, they are delicious.”


Prompt: paper flower
It didn't often happen that Kurdy felt at a loss for words, but for sure, he was not prepared for this: a little girl with long, brown hair, a shy smile on her lips, some paper flowers in her tiny hands; her words still echoed in his head: 'This is for you. For saving my dad's life' and suddenly he recognized the green-brown eyes and knew it: She was Smith's daughter!


Prompt: 3 sentence fic - ghosts
Kurdy stared at the dark, foggy wall in front of them and huffed, slightly annoyed; he should have known it: a mission together with Smith would never go like expected. All he wanted was to bring this job to an end as quickly as possible and go back to Mountain.

"Don't tell me that you are afraid of ghosts!"

"Whatever is waiting for us in this forest, it's much more horrible than every ghost you can imagine," Smith answered, visibly shuddering.


Prompt: last name
Smith; it was his last name, his first name, his only name, as good as any other. Because he had lost every memory of his past. Because he was God's messenger, and God didn't ask about his name.


Prompt: this is war
Erin watched the long convoy, loaded with men and weapons, leaving the Mountain and sighed. „So, this is war,“ she asked.

Smith thought about God's last message and shook his head. „No, this is just a tiny intermezzo.“


Prompt: (fuck) destiny
"I can't," Smith said. "It's my destiny."

"Fuck destiny," Kurdy growled. "Fuck God. What has he done for us so far, tell me!"

"He did save me. And I'm the one who will save the world."

Sighing, Kurdy gave in.