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Fic Preferences: wincest or gen. No het and no pairing besides Sam/Dean. Pie is always good. Happy ending is a must. Crack! is always fun and a lovely dove-y schoop that makes me smile is always a plus. Bottom!Sam with a side order of cute!Dean will earn you home made chocolate chip cookies. And if you put in Dean calling Sam "Sammy" and Sam getting mad but really he loves it, I'll fangirl all over you XDD

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Jul. 23rd, 2009 06:03 am (UTC)

i made this for ya :) - Char
Jul. 23rd, 2009 11:24 pm (UTC)
This drabble isn't new, but hopefully you haven't come across it yet. When I saw the 'Sammy' shout out, I thought this would be perfect for you ;)

Being Sammy

In Babylonian times, as legend has it, everyone was given a Shedu when they were born.

As far as Sam was concerned, there was little in his life that he hadn’t had to fight for.

When Sam was just a baby, even without him being aware of that, he had to fight for his father’s attention, competing with things he did not understood, like grief, revenge and monsters. He was too young to keep a score on that one, but most of his life, it felt like he’d lost that battle.

They were not something that you asked for or pray for; they were not a privilege of upper classes; they were not something that people had to fight for. They were everyone’s birthright.

When he was seven, like all younger brothers are forced to do at some point, he had to fight for his own place, for his right to be ‘Sam’ and stop being ‘Dean’s little brother’. At fourteen, he had settled for being ‘Sammy’ and called it a tie.

The Shedu were often depicted as a man with the body of a winged-bull and horns on his head. They were demons, but benevolent ones, protecting the world from evil and chaos.

When he was seventeen, and all of his friends were fighting for better grades and college opportunities, Sam was fighting for his right to have a higher education. That is, when he wasn’t fighting ghosts in some decaying haunted house. He won that fight.

The Shedu are more commonly represented as gigantic statues, 35 feet tall pieces of cold, imposing stone, often seen in pairs, guarding the entrances of temples and palaces, safekeeping them from wrongdoing. Smaller representations can also be found, depicting only the Shedu’s human horned-head. They are believed to bring protection to those wearing them.
Jul. 23rd, 2009 11:25 pm (UTC)

At twenty-three Sam was fighting for his right to a normal life, a picket fence life. He was on his way to have a degree in a profession that was respected by society in general, he had friends that did not have criminal records or arsenals in the trunks of their cars and he had Jessica. He lost that fight.

The plural of Shedu, as translation goes, its Shedubim.

There were a few things in Sam’s life that he hadn’t had to fight for. And almost all of them could be traced back to Dean.

The Hebrews translated that in to Cherubim, also known as Cherub, angelic figures who are believed to be the guardians of light, filtering it down from Heaven to shine upon the Earth and all of its living things.

All of his life, up until the moment he’d started to fight for his right to be ‘Sam’, Sam had been happy to be ‘Dean’s little brother’, cocooned in the warmth of safety and love that his brother had always provided for him, safe shelter from the world and their lives.

Cherubim, contrary to what renaissance art has us believing, are not porcelain-skin, chubby-winged, little baby-angels.

When the only thing he could hear was the sound of banging doors and his father’s angry, departing words of ‘never come back’, Dean was waiting for him at the car, silently taking the light bag from his hands and saying ‘come on, I’ll drive you to the bus station’.

The Cherubim, as angelic hierarchy has it, are the second highest ranking in Heaven, right after the Seraphim.

For awhile, after Dean dragged him back from the flames that took Jessica away from him, Sam was content to be ‘Dean’s little brother’ once again. He hadn’t felt like dealing with the world then and, as it was, he had a big brother that was happy to shelter him again from it. Someday, he would start fighting back for his right to be ‘Sam’, but, somehow, he knew that for Dean, he would settle for being Sammy forever.

They are fierce guardians, with flaming swords on their hands. Protectors.

The end
Jul. 25th, 2009 07:18 pm (UTC)
Awww, that's so sweet! I love that Sam's ok with being Sammy for Dean. It makes me all kinds of happy. Thank you soo much!
Jul. 25th, 2009 10:19 pm (UTC)
SO glad you liked it! Squeee!
Jul. 23rd, 2009 11:51 pm (UTC)
Present ficlet for you! *hugs* Part 1
Only He Gets To Call Me That

They were interviewing a potential witness, trying to get a lead on their monster of the week, and things had been going quite well. Well for Dean, anyway, who was highly amused as he watched the rather…effeminate witness wearing skin-tight pants and a sparkly white shirt with billowing sleeves check out Sammy hungrily as he answered their questions.

“So, Sammy, is it?” The man purred after Dean asked the last question. He batted his fake lashes at Sam, then licked his lips, eyes roaming over the taller man’s broad shoulders appreciatively.

“It’s Sam, only he gets to call me that,” Sam answered sharply, shooting a glance at his brother.

Dean smirked and shook his head, while their witness reared back in surprise, looking back and forth between them.

“Oh,” the man said uncertainly, then he frowned and placed his hands on his hips. “Well, I see how it is then. Fine, you big tease, you could have at least told me you were a couple from the start, instead of getting my hopes up like that.” With that, the man spun on his high-heeled boots and flounced off in a huff.

Dean and Sam stared after him with shocked expressions. They slowly turned to look at each other, before both of them burst out laughing.

“You know, I think that’s the only time I’m glad other people saw us as a couple,” Sam said, once their laughter had died down, and they’d started back toward the Impala.

Dean quirked a brow and looked over at Sam, pausing as he opened the car door. “I was wondering why you didn’t correct him.”

“Because, this way, he gave up. If I’d told him we were brothers, he’d have probably wanted a threesome or something,” Sam answered, grinning at look of horror on Dean’s face.

“Good call,” Dean muttered, as he pulled onto the main road and started back to the motel.

A few minutes later, Sam frowned as Dean pulled into the diner just before they reached the motel. “Dean, come on, really?”

“Yeah, really. I’m hungry!” Dean scowled, shooting a glare at him.

“Yeah, hungry for more pie,” Sam said with a roll of his eyes. “You had two pieces with breakfast, then drove all the way back here for more at lunch!”

“Hey, this is the best pie I’ve had in months!” Dean countered, opening the door. “Now, I’m gettin’ a burger combo, you want anything?”

Sam shook his head and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I guess, surprise me. Just don’t be a jerk and get me anything gross!” He glowered at Dean’s mischievous smirk.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll get you a salad, princess,” Dean chuckled, before he shut the door and strode into the diner.

Sam drummed his fingers on the dash impatiently as he waited, then he blinked and tilted his head, watching Dean head back to the car, carrying a bag in one hand, and balancing a box in the other. “What did you get?” He asked, as Dean slid back into the driver’s seat and set the bag between them. Sam’s eyes widened as Dean opened the box, revealing an entire cherry pie. “Are you serious? You bought a whole pie?”

“Yes, I’m serious, now I don’t have to wait till this place opens to get my fix for breakfast.” Dean chuckled and handed the box over. “Hold that, don’t you dare drop it.” He started up the car, eyeing Sam as the younger man grumbled under his breath, but held the pie steady as Dean drove out of the parking lot.

(part two will follow, I exceeded the word limit XD)
Jul. 23rd, 2009 11:53 pm (UTC)
Present ficlet for you part two!
Only He Gets To Call Me That 2/2

They made it back to the motel without incident, though Sam was still grumbling about greedy brothers as he set the pie on the table. Dean just chuckled and walked into the room, snagging a beer from the six-pack they’d left behind. Green eyes narrowed as Dean watched Sam rummaging through the bag, and an idea struck him. He walked over and reached into the bag, taking out a few small plastic packets of ketchup, and opening one with his teeth.

“Might want to wait with that, I haven’t even got the food open yet,” Sam said, watching Dean’s lips intently for a moment before he turned back to the task of wrestling the large, square Styrofoam containers out of the paper bag. He gasped when Dean pulled the packet out of his mouth, squeezing it a bit too hard and leaving a long, red streak down the arm of his shirt. “Aw, shit, Dean!” He growled and started unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it down off his shoulders.

“Relax, princess, it’ll come out in the wash,” Dean tilted his head and licked his lips slowly, watching as Sam, now naked to the waist, bunched up the shirt in his large hands before tossing it onto the small couch on the other side of the room. He reached out and opened the pie box, breaking the top crust with his fingers and digging out a little of the cherry filling. Then he smirked evilly and walked up behind his brother.

“Shut up, jerk,” Sam snapped, as he yanked a clean t-shirt out of his duffel bag.

“Bitch. And don’t bother getting dressed, you’re just gonna get dirty again,” he murmured, then hooked one leg behind Sam’s knee and shoved against his shoulder, pushing the taller man onto the bed.

“What the hell are you doin’?” Sam blinked up at him in surprise, then gasped as Dean flicked his fingers, hitting Sam square in the chest with a large dollop of pie filling. He opened his mouth to say something, but snapped it shut again when Dean lunged forward, grasping his shoulders and pinning Sam to the bed. “Whoa, what’s gotten into you?” Sam chuckled, then closed his eyes and moaned, arching up as Dean leaned his head down and licked the filling off his skin with long, slow strokes of his tongue.

Dean moved up and nipped at Sam’s chin gently, then smirked down at him. “First, you didn’t think I was really gonna eat all that pie by myself, did you?” He captured Sam’s lips in a heated kiss, letting Sam taste the cherry on his tongue before he pulled back slightly. “Second, I kinda like being the only one that gets to call you Sammy.”

Jul. 25th, 2009 07:17 pm (UTC)
Re: Present ficlet for you part two!
oh god YES!! Pie and Sammy and sexy food!porn. That was totally awesome! Thank you so much sweetie *hugs*
Jul. 26th, 2009 04:55 pm (UTC)
Re: Present ficlet for you part two!
*cackles, hugs* You're most welcome, I'm glad you liked it! You knew I'd throw some kind of kink your way *LOL* <3
Jul. 24th, 2009 07:10 am (UTC)
I've just read 'You did this Sam', and it is heart-breakingly wonderful. You can almost see Sam craddling Dean's body as this goes through his head. Excellent m'dear, and happy Christmas lol!
Jul. 25th, 2009 07:19 pm (UTC)
*blushes* thank you. And yes, happy Christmas.
Jul. 24th, 2009 10:51 pm (UTC)
Christmas banner sm

Banner made for me by bt_kady
Jul. 25th, 2009 07:20 pm (UTC)
OHHH I love it!!
Jul. 25th, 2009 12:51 pm (UTC)
Happy Xmas in July!

Please consider this an IOU for a fic or graphic of your choice. I love your details on fic (wincest, no het, happy endings...)

Jul. 25th, 2009 07:20 pm (UTC)
lol I'll get back to you on want I want. Thank you.
Jul. 26th, 2009 12:04 am (UTC)
Can you tell I suck at deadlines? lol.

Anyway, if you want graphics, it would help if you could supply pictures (screencaps for SPN can be found at oxoniensis or marishna, for good, HQ caps) or if you just have ideas, then outline them for me. I'm not so good with text, so you'll have to tell me what you want there.

If you want fic, obviously I'm good with what you like. Hee. Although I have to tell you I'm only really good with short fic. And small (one word or a phrase) prompts.
Jul. 26th, 2009 02:20 am (UTC)
Well I think I would like a graphic for a fic I'm writing right now. I'm not done it, so (if it's ok) I'll get back to you about what I would like the graphic to look like.

Is that ok with you?
Jul. 26th, 2009 02:38 am (UTC)
That sounds wonderful! I would be happy to make something for your fic. You can send it to me any time (cos I take it you'd like the art to be posted with the fic) and I can read through it and make you whatever you like. I'm not much of a Beta, but I can look through it for mistakes and flow and sentence structure, if you want. I'm just offering in case you want it. It's fine if all you want is art.

Jul. 26th, 2009 04:13 am (UTC)
Really? You wound do that for me? That's so nice of you ^^ And I'll love it if you would read through it and look it over. It's always good to have an extra pair of eyes for writing.

Thank you again for offering, it's real sweet of you.
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