Tag: ask

On By nightmares06In UncategorizedLeave a comment

The Cat

BA Canon: No

Timeline: After The Schism of Fire and Water

Original Post: Sam Verses Cat ( you wanted Dean, here he comes! This will be a little bonus prompt )

( Part 1 of 2 )

Dean paced through the house, searching for any sign of a spirit. The EMF reader was silent in his hand as he went, taunting him with its silence.

Dean grumbled, hitting it on the side in annoyance. Was it acting up? Surely there was a spirit at work…

His thoughts trailed off when at the edge of hearing he heard a cat yowl. Dread started to creep up on him.

Sam was in that direction.

Dean sprinted down the hall, almost skidding past the door that the noises were coming from. To his great relief, the cat wasn’t sitting there with a bloody set of clothes in its claws, but it was trying to swipe at something hidden behind the cabinet.

Dean stalked over, grabbing the cat by the nape of its neck and hauling it off the ground. He tossed it out of the room, sealing the door shut. Upset meows made it through the wooden door.

Putting that out of his mind, Dean walked carefully over to the cabinet to see what the cat had trapped. Getting down on his knees, he dug out his flashlight and shone it into the crack.

A small, huddled form flinched away from him and the light, a tiny silver knife at the ready. “Sammy,” Dean breathed. “Thank god you’re okay.”

There was no answer to his voice, no sign that Sam even heard him. Dean’s brow furrowed in concern. “Sam,” he tried again. “Can you walk? I can’t reach you back there.”

With no response still, Dean was getting worried. “Alright,” he muttered to himself. “I’m gonna assume that means you can’t come out here on your own. Hang on, kid.”

Getting up, Dean grabbed the dishware on top of the cabinet, dropping it all on the table. He gripped the side of the cabinet, shifting it away from the wall to put Sam in reach.

The moment Sam was in sight, Dean stooped to pick him up. Before the older hunter could react, a cold metal blade slashed at his hand, Sam lashing out in a panic.

“Crap, Sam. It’s me!” Dean hissed. He stuck his thumb in his mouth for a second for the bleeding, snatching at Sam with his other hand. The fingers curled around the small hunter, trapping the knife-wielding arm between Dean’s index finger and middle finger.

Dean gently pried the knife from Sam’s grip. “Sammy, it’s me. It’s just Dean. You’re safe, I promise. That cat’s nowhere near us right now. I took care of it.”

After a few minutes of cajoling, Sam finally peered up at Dean. His small eyes were wide, panicked. The look of a hunted animal. “D-Dean?” he stuttered out.

“That’s right. Just me.” Dean took a seat at the dining room table, unfurling his fingers.

The reason for Sam’s panic was revealed.

Blood coated Dean’s hand where it had wrapped around Sam’s back.

“Fuck.”

On By nightmares06In UncategorizedLeave a comment

No, it wouldn’t be. He’s the perfect size for prey, after all, and cats are fast bastards. It may come up in the future, it may not. I do have little drabbles around the idea floating around, of course.

A rumbling growl came from behind Sam, giving him seconds to react before a large paw swiped through where he’d been standing. With a cry, Sam dove to the side. His knife was out in an instant, falling naturally into the defensive grip Dean had shown him. Surprised hazel eyes took in the sight of the massive tabby cat that was stalking him.

Sam shivered at the hungry stare in its eyes as he backed away. The cat recovered from its miss, crouching down and preparing to pounce.

“Crap,” Sam muttered. The one time Dean was out of sight.

This time, the paw slammed right into him. He rolled across the floor, his jacket with four slashes down the side. Biting pain hit, and he knew he was bleeding. Before the cat could finish him off, he finished his roll and stumbled behind the cabinet along the wall. He barely made it far enough back that the cat couldn’t reach him. The paw scrapped threateningly along the ground as it tried to finish off its kill.

On By nightmares06In UncategorizedLeave a comment

That’s the great thing about written stories. Everyone can have their own image of a character in their head, and it’s never right or wrong. My idea of what happens might be different than what yours is, and that’s what keeps things fresh! I’ve seen two different pictures of Nixie so far, and I’m always considering looking to see if anyone else wants to draw her out x3 

On By nightmares06In UncategorizedLeave a comment

He is. Things aren’t right if his family’s afraid of him, and at this point, the kids have unofficially adopted him as their own big brother. Kara would come with them everywhere if she could. He’s thrilled every time they don’t flinch away from him, and protecting them from the ‘scary’ movie made his night.

( from Family Move Night Part 2 )

On By nightmares06In UncategorizedLeave a comment

I plan to, but the right story hasn’t come along. In the meantime, I’ve drabbled out various versions of this, so you can take a peek at one of the little ideas I had in mind for it!

Seeing Sam in danger, Dean lunged for his brother, desperate to stop Sam from getting hurt or killed by the spirit when it attacked. His comparatively huge hand reached for the tiny hunter, intent on scooping him safely out of the way.

Unfortunately for them both, Sam panicked when he saw the hand grabbing at him and didn’t realize at first that it was just Dean. He flinched back, arms flailing in the air as he stumbled away. Dean didn’t have time to stop his lunge, the forward motion carrying him through.  His hand brushed against the tiny body, sending Sam flying into the wall.

Sam hit the wall with a moan and collapsed into an unmoving pile.

“Sam! ”

Panicking, Dean blocked another blow from the spirit. His vision narrowed to tunnel-vision, unable to see anything but Sam, crumpled on the ground. Because of him. Because of Dean.

On By nightmares06In UncategorizedLeave a comment

Oh, and Dean is such a mother hen. He would jump right into that, just like when he started cooking real meals in the bunker and Sam was so impressed. He would have an entire line of food made for Sam’s size, and Sam would just try to point out that he made way, way too much for a guy four inches tall.

End with Dean snacking on his teeny bite sized pancakes since he made Sam such a huge stack.

On By nightmares06In UncategorizedLeave a comment

The thing about soda, is when it fizzes, those bubbles can cause gas. In Dean or any of us, we just burp. If Sam doesn’t let the fizz settle and drinks it really fast, that’ll hurt him a lot. Those are big bubbles, very little tummy. He got a stomach ache for the night, and Dean wouldn’t leave him alone, mostly panicking because they have no idea how medicine would affect Sam.

( From Family Movie Night 2 )