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Different (Wincest Drabble)
Dean was different.
Not the bad kind of different, just…different.
Sam started to notice that his personality changed from sarcastic to shy, rough to gentle, even secluded to as open as a door.
Now, Sam wasn't saying these were bad things; he actually liked how Dean would openly talk about his problems, always compliment how nice Sam looked or how smart he was, how Dean would draw beautiful pictures and make jokes that Sam liked. He even loved that Dean was scared of silly things, and Sam could hug him and gently whisper pretty words in his ear. But the way Dean acted around other people is what got Sam the most.
Whenever they had to go out on a case or anything else of the sort, Dean would try to cover himself up so no skin would show, no matter how hot.
At first, Sam questioned this behavior, but when he realized that Dean was self conscious, he would whisper compliments into Dean's ear or leave random sticky notes around the house for Dean, saying th
:Request/Gift/Collab(?): Doctor DinoThe Doctor let out a low growl, looking up into the bright Earth sun.
"Ugh..." He mutter-growled, stomping slowly to the tiny-in-comparison TARDIS.
Plopping down on his large rump, he let out a weak roar.
"I'm hungry. And b-bored." He thought aloud, and a TARDIS responded.
"Then why don't you save some humans?"
"Because I don't. Save. Humans." He stumbled on the words and got them out slowly.
"I-I eat them. For..lunch."
The Doctor, being a dinosaur, had a hard time with human language. In fact, he preferred roaring over speaking.
"O-kay...then time travel."
"If I put..m-my toe in. You. I'd..cr-crush you."
He chomped at a tree, remembering something stupid.
"Remember when. We were put. On teams, and t-he...teams were c-called Tea....m Kiwi. And Team Pineapple? That w-was weird."
He shifted, moving his leg.
"You. Can't play those g-games with such tiny armsss..."
After a while of just sitting around, he heard a loud, dangerous roar.
"Oh, bi-blimey." He whispered (as much as a dinosaur
I Don't Dream"I kinda don't dream. It's all black."
Dean shook, trying to knock the thought out of his head.
It was true, Dean didn't dream.
It was just this black void and he felt so woozy all night.
"I need sleep, but I don't like to anymore.
Me and my thoughts. All alone once again.
All alone with no one to save me.
I just sleep and then wake up.
Dean sighed, looking around, seeing Sam twitch as he slept soundly.
He felt a twinge of envy, wanting to dream as vividly as much as Sam did.
"Stupid dreams...I don't need them..."
He knew he did.
With a not-so-wild imagination and a heavy heart filled with sin, he needed a break from reality.
But he never got it.
"I...I wish I could dream. I wish I could stay away from dumb reality forever."
Eventually Dean got to sleep; arms wrapped around Sam on the couch.
But this rest was different.
Dean dreamed this time.
He dreamed, really dreamed!
It was beautiful.
Dean sat on a huge hill covered in lush green grass.
It was summer, a
Planting My Love (SPN Fic)
Sam couldn't help but smile, watching his brother closely.
Dean was staring down lovingly at his new plant friend, stroking the small, fragile shoots with care.
It was in a small plastic bag, their bed being a wet paper towel. Sam had taped the bag onto the window so it could get sunlight, and, after about a week, it turned into Dean's new buddy. Sam couldn't stop smiling; seeing his brother so happy over something so small made his heart swell.
"Hey, Sammy? Could you do me a big favor"?
"Sure; what's up?" Dean looked up at him shyly, then whispered
"Could you, um, make me, uh, another friend, please?" Dean looked at Sam with big green eyes, filled with hope.
Sam couldn't say no.
"Sure, Dean." He smiled warmly, patting his brother's head and then walking off to the kitchen to get a pack of seeds.
"Wow, Dean's loving this whole plant thing. At least it's driving him away from all this stress and stuff." Sam thought aloud, glancing back to see Dean kissing the
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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