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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.

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."

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!"