Silver Bullets

Mod post: bonus schmoop edition!

2012-05-16T23:26:21Z

So maybe you guys have noticed? It is finale time. Sam and Dean will probably end up in terrible danger. One of them might end up dead. And obviously, only schmoop will save us.

It was suggested by the awesome ratherastory that we open the most recent round up again so people could post fills for any prompts that caught their eye. which we thought was an excellent idea. Except why stop at just this round?

Which is to say, between now and Sunday, midnight EST, if there's a prompt for any of the rounds--that's the two normal rounds and the lightning one--that you've wanted to write or draw for, this is your time. Usual rules apply.

Have fun! Any number of terrible things could happen on Friday. This could totally make it better.

The end, it is upon us

2012-04-29T22:09:34Z

For this round, anyway. This seemed like a good time to finish, because we're approaching finale time, and nothing bad or scary ever happens then.

We'll be back with a lightning round Septemberish. Emphasis on the ish. Until then, you can read all the many, many wonderful second round stories here.

As always, thank you to everyone who played this time! You're all awesome. mollyamory and I, in particular, very much enjoyed the daily dose of schmoop you provided. Hope you all had as much fun as we did. ♥ ♥ ♥

Mod tag!

2012-04-28T18:47:54Z

And the winner is... dephigravity, tagged with the quote, "The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up" (Mark Twain)

:)

fic: This Time Next Year

2012-04-26T19:20:06Z

Sorry for the lateness--this didn't want to end!

Title: This Time Next Year
Author: topaz119
Pairing/Characters: gen, Sam and Dean
Rating/Length: PG-13, ~4900 words
Disclaimer: So not mine, not even after all these years.
Summary: She didn’t look like one of the crazy ones, just a quiet, dark-skinned, white-haired lady with an unexpectedly knowing smile and an iPhone full of pictures of the garden she spent all her time in.

Link: AO3

I tag wolfling with the quote, "The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up" (Mark Twain)

::falls over::

mod tag (also mod fail)

2012-04-24T23:09:23Z

That mod failure being mine. Sorry, guys.

I tag topaz119 with the prompt this time next year.

Now, let us all pretend this never happened. Well, apart from the prompting part.

Pass

2012-04-21T11:13:49Z

I thought I'd have time to write, but unfortunately I need to pass again. Tagging violet_eyes with the prompt I got:

And we'd talk with our eyes
Of the sweetness in our lives
- David Bowie

Pass

2012-04-20T12:46:39Z

So sorry, y'all, but I am chaperoning the sixth grade field trip today, and am already fearing for my sanity.

I tag marciaelena and pass along the lovely prompt I was given:

And we'd talk with our eyes
Of the sweetness in our lives
- David Bowie

Fic: Dancing with the Devil

2012-04-20T07:53:39Z

Title: Dancing with the Devil
Characters: Dean/Sam, Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1751
Beta: In progress
Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Notes: Coda for 7.17 The Born Again Identity. Witten for silverbullets for majestic_shriek's prompt "I'm only dancing".

Summary: Dean takes care of Sam after they leave Castiel behind in the hospital. Told from Sam's POV.

Dancing with the Devil

And I tag topaz119 with:

And we'd talk with our eyes
Of the sweetness in our lives
- David Bowie

Fic: All the Little Things

2012-04-19T12:08:17Z

Title All the Little Things
Author majestic_shriek
Characters Sam and Dean
Rating PG
Word Count ~2200
Disclaimer Not mine, never mine, never shall be mine
Summary Sam’s fine, Dean tells himself - he’s whole again and his head is fine. Totally fine. But Sam just keeps forgetting. Set after 7.17
A/N Hurrah, schmoop! Thanks to obstinatrix checking this over, and thanks to my work and this tag for actually not coinciding for once.

Dean knows he shouldn’t really be complaining...

I tag delanach with the prompt: I’m only dancing

Pass

2012-04-18T17:59:07Z

Hate to do this again, but passing to majestic_shriek with the same prompt, it's like riding a bike.

fic: Somebody Holds The Key

2012-04-16T21:43:06Z

Title: Somebody Holds The Key
Author: purple_carpets
Characters: Sam & Dean
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 1000
Disclaimer: Not my boys. Kripke broke them long before I ever got to them.
Summary: In which Dean has flashbacks and Sam shaves his brother'S face.

Sam has read his Bible and his Inferno, he even looked through a couple of Dean’s old Hellblazer comics during the months he spent trying to get him back, all of which gave him a pretty good idea.

Now I tag violet_eyes with it's like riding a bike

J2 AU ~ PG ~ New Places

2012-04-15T21:43:12Z

Title: New Places
Author: si_star_x
Characters/Pairing: Jensen and Jared
Rating: PG
Length: 1,200 words
Summary: Jared has to go to get a massage for personal reasons, Jensen is his masseuse. Jared also discovers that Jensen likes hands but doesn't actually read them.
A/N: I picked this up a few hours ago at the end of my weekend, just ready to relax and potentially sleep in time for another working week. I didn't know whether to pass or try and achieve something, but this is all I could come up with. I think I like it, I just wish I could have ran with it a little more! I had to get it done tonight, and - okay. I'll stop with trying to justify myself!

I'm also tagging the lovely purple_carpetswith can't find my way home.

Pass

2012-04-15T15:34:37Z

Sorry, currently stuck at work, and when I get home I'm on newletter coding duty tonight. So I'm passing gold_bluepoint's prompt heartlines to si_star_x.

Fic: Little things said and done

2012-04-15T14:52:29Z

Title: Little things said and done
Author: gold_bluepoint
Characters/Pairing: Sam&Dean
Rating: PG
Length: 2,300 words
Summary: Episode tag to 7.17 (The Born-Again Identity). Sam sleeps while Dean runs, and waits, and loves.
Written for the prompt always on my mind from oddishly. :D

Sam falls asleep almost at once, after Castiel does - whatever he does.

I tag dephigravity with the prompt heartlines!

fic: Free Willy

2012-04-14T15:58:59Z

Title: Free Willy
Author: oddishly
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1,500 words
Summary: You and me and the fish make three.

for lazy_daze's prompt take me out! Four minutes to spare! :D!

curtainfic ahoy!

Aaaaand I tag gold_bluepoint with the prompt always on my mind.

J2 AU fic; Kitchen Confidential

2012-04-13T15:52:47Z

Title: Kitchen Confidential
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: ~4,300
A/N: Written for silverbullets for morganoconner's prompt of "dirty dishes". Thank you to sonofabiscuit77 for the title, LOL!

Also I'M SORRY I know nothing about commercial kitchens. Let's ignore anything I got wrong with the glory of artistic licence. :D :D

Kitchen Confidential

I tag oddishly with the prompt "take me out".

No Monsters in Your Closet

2012-04-12T17:03:38Z

Title: No Monsters in Your Closet
Author: morganoconner
Characters/Pairings: Dean and Castiel
Rating: PG
Word Count: 974
Summary: Castiel's too afraid to fall asleep. Dean makes it better.
Warnings: Er. Kid!fic, sort of.
Notes: Written for Round 2 of silverbullets, for the prompt a sound in the walls. Inspired and beta'd by ratherastory, who is wonderful. Technically a follow-up to an older story, Second Chances, but can be read on its own.

No Monsters in Your Closet

And now I tag lazy_daze with the prompt dirty dishes. :)

Pass :(

2012-04-11T02:59:41Z

So of course the day I get tagged is the first day in three months that I end up having to stay late at work. Combine that with the fact that my muse can't seem to settle on one idea and I have two fics started neither of which are going to be finished within my deadline.

So I'm passing, but keeping the prompt because I have two fics started and by Cas at least one of them is going to see the light of day.

I tag dancetomato with the prompt "working late"

Plungapalooza

2012-04-10T03:17:39Z

Title: Plungapalooza
Pairing: Sam &or/ Dean
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1333
Summary: Post 7x18 'Party On, Garth' Sam convinces Dean to take the plunge. ~~It's not what you think.~~
A/N: dancetomato gave me the prompt 'plunger'. I doubt this is what the prompter meant, but it's what happened with it.

“Remember when we used to do stuff between jobs?” Sam's voice cut through the dark hotel room.

“Like sleep?” Dean muttered as he rolled over and pulled a pillow over his head.

“Like rock concerts or baseball games.”

When Dean didn't respond, Sam tossed a pillow across the room in the general vicinity of his head. “Road side attractions that contain a slice of Americana.”

“We just visited a brewery.” Dean said into his pillow.

Sam shook his head, sat up and turned on the light. “Doesn't count.”

Dean lifted his head and peered across the room at Sam, eyes squinting at the light. “Aren't you working on a sleep deficit?”

“Dean, that was weeks ago. Besides, I slept in the car today.”

“Well I didn't, lemme sleep.”

“Dean...”

“Fine. Pick something and tell me about it in the morning.”

“Really?”

A sarcastic quip was on the tip of his tongue, but Sam's voice sounded so...Sam...that Dean had to look away. He sounded like old-Sam. And by old-Sam he meant young-Sam of the 'old-take-on-the-world-days', not old-Sam of the 'recent-beaten-down-days'.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever,” Dean talked into the pillow again, smiling slightly “...bitch.”

“Jerk.”

In the morning, Dean emerged from the shower to a cheerful Sam who was being helpful. He was packing bags and doing stuff he usually grumbled about. He'd even ventured out into the cold to get coffee from the Dunkin' Donuts across the street, complete with a box of munchkins. He's already had a couple because there was powdered sugar on his lip.

Dean couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Sam acting so normal, so un-haunted, so comfortable in his own skin without the devil on his back. So Dean stared a bit longer than he normally would, just watching Sam without looking for anything, without diagnosing. And that's when he noticed it. When Sam put the laptop back in his bag, he had a mischievous look on his face like the time he super-glued Dean's hand to.... oh crap.

“You didn't put itching powder in my shorts, did you?

“What?” Sam honestly looked so confused that Dean decided his shorts were probably safe. Still, he inspected his clothing before getting dressed.

“First, some ground rules...” Dean began as they locked up the hotel room.

“Oh no. You didn't say anything about rules. You said pick something. So I did.” He swore he could actually see Sam's brain digging in his heels when he said that.

“You think I'm just going to let you drag me off to some museum or art gallery or something, you're crazy.”

"Would I do something like that to you?"

"Yes."

"No. You'd do something like that to me."

"I would never drag you off to an art gallery," Dean was indignant, "unless it was a job or something."

Sam rolled his eyes.

Dean unlocked the door to the crap car of the week. "If there's not beer involved, I'm not going."

“Yes you are, you promised we would. Head East on I-70.”

Dean knew very well he promised no such thing and he knew that Sam knew it, too. Not that it would have mattered, Dean usually let Sam have his way in these sorts of things. There hadn't been these sorts of things since Dean couldn't remember when. And the way he was acting, it was like Sam was a petulant teenager all over again - which was all sorts of annoying and awesome at the same time. “Are you even going to tell me where we're doing?”

“Sandy Point Beach. It's only a couple hours away.”

“The beach. In January. It's the cold-ass crack of dawn in January and you want to go to the beach?”

Sam just smiled and turned to look out the window. His fingers tapped in time with the song on the radio, a woman singing something about dreams and growing old and summer days. Dean hummed along and decided the beach sounded like a mighty fine idea. He didn't even care why they were going, just that Sam seemed pleased with whatever he was cooking up. That was enough.

Traffic thickened as the drew near the beach. A skinny kid wearing a bright orange vest was waving flags with enough boredom that he'd probably been there all morning. He directed them to a line of cars parked on an open field. Dean pulled into a spot, killed the engine and looked at Sam.

“So. This it?”

Sam smiled and got out of the car. “Looks like it.” His face was excited as he reached into the back seat for his back-pack. “Let's hope we haven't missed the late registrations.”

“Registration for what?” Dean asked as they made their way through the crowd. He stared at a gaggle of college girls wearing bikinis. “Nice.”

Dean narrowly avoided collision with man wearing bermuda shorts and a hat that looked like it came from Doctor Seuss when Sam pulled him into a line and gave him a brochure. “Here, fill this out.”

Dean began reading the brochure.

16th Annual Polar Bear Plunge**

- No change will be given at registration. Please have exact change only.

- Plungers MUST Plunge inside the designated Plunge Zone. Only registered Plunge participants will be granted to the secure Plunge Zone.

- Absolutely NO DIVING allowed.

- Plunge attire is swimsuit and/or athletic gear (shorts, t-shirts, etc.). Wetsuits, however, are strictly prohibited.

“No,” he slapped the brochure on Sam's chest and turned to walk off, “just.... no. You're crazier now than you were last month.”

“There's a beer garden.”

“Not worth it.”

“It'll be fun.”

“No.”

“Invigorating.”

“Not happening.”

“Dean, please. You said...”

Against his better judgement, Dean turned around and looked at Sam. “Why? Just... tell me why.”

Sam shrugged. “Because I've never done it before.”

Of course Dean caved. How could he not? Forty minutes later, he was wearing a pair of shorts Sam pulled out of his back pack and his old Led Zeppelin t-shirt, worrying about what sort of shrinkage he could expect. A bull horn sounded and the crowd raced towards the water, sweeping Dean and Sam up in their wake.

The water was cold, but not as cold as Dean had expected. The crowd didn't really swim in it, apparently the point was to splash around a bit and then get out. It still sounded like buckets of lame crazy until he saw Sam smiling at him. A big smile, with dimples and all. Not that Dean would admit that Sam had been right, but it had totally been worth it.

Donning their Official Plunger Participant sweatshirts – and dry pants – Sam and Dean wandered around the vendors area. The Polar Bear Plunge was sort of a big deal in these parts, and the festival that came along with it was like a county fair.

There was even a band and, as Sam had promised, a beer garden. Dean couldn't decide between the pit beef and the Italian sausage, so he ordered both. Sam even ordered something fried and there wasn't a single vegetable in sight.

The band wasn't half bad, and the beer was cold. Well, to be fair, most everything was cold. It was January after all. Crazy. Dean figured there there was just enough daylight left to get a few hours in on the road.

“You ready to hit the road?”

Sam was consulting the festival brochure. “Yeah, I just want to stop at one more thing.”

“Something more exciting than the sand castle contest?”

“Says the man who drove half a day to see the world's largest ball of twine.” Sam replied, not missing a beat. He stood and slapped Dean on the shoulder. “I think it's this way.”

“What are we looking for?”

Sam walked past the pit beef vendor, past the curry stand, past the funnel cakes and finally found it. Miss Suzie's Pie Shack, offering six varieties of homemade pie.

“You didn't think I'd make you jump in freezing cold water for nothing, did you?”

I tag wolfling with the prompt 'treasure hunt'.
((P.S. I posted with an AO3 link and it went into moderation queue. I don't think that's supposed to happen, so I'm posting directly to the comm sans the AO3 link which apparently can be edited in after you post, how bizarre. I hope I'm not double-posting into the mod queue.... /derp))

Bound To Live Up To The Light I Have, (1/1), Sam/Dean, G

2012-04-08T21:44:41Z

Fic title: Bound To Live Up To The Light I Have

Author name:  smalltrolven

Genre: Wincest, Established Relationship
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating:  G
Word count: 2,800
Characters: Sam, Dean
Warnings: Set right after 7.18 “Party On Garth”, so spoilers for all of season 7 up until then.
Summary: Sam’s getting over his hangover by drinking the afternoon away with Dean and they're talking, actually talking will wonders never cease. An episode coda of sorts.
Disclaimer: I only own these words, that’s it, nothing else.
Authors Note:  Written for silverbullets for the lovely prompt  pink lemonade from  transfixeddream

Title came from another Abraham Lincoln quote.

And I now tag dancetomato with: But I came to love you. Am I born to bleed? (lyrics from "Lonely Boy" by The Black Keys)

~~~~~
Read Fic Here

No White Flag Above My Door

2012-04-08T03:23:59Z

Title: No White Flag Above My Door
Author: transfixeddream
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~3100
Summary: AU. Jared and Jensen are both ready to move on from their failed relationship, only they have a slight problem: both of them want the dog.
A/N: Written for dugindeep's prompt of never gonna give you up for silverbullets! HUGE thank you to fiercelynormal for listening to my rambling and betaing this. <33

( Jared stares at the last box of his stuff as Jensen drops it with the others... )

Aaaaand I tag smalltrolven with the prompt pink lemonade!

J2 | Never Far From Home | PG

2012-04-07T16:23:40Z

Title: Never Far From Home
Words: 3,900
Rating: PG
Summary: Studying in Scotland, Jensen's struggling with being so far from his family. The small Easter dinner Misha brings him to isn't a great distraction from the homesickness. But then there's Jared, who sounds like home and makes the evening better.
Notes: written for oddishly's prompt kiss me quick.

Tagging transfixeddream with never gonna give you up :-P

pass

2012-04-06T21:38:04Z

Passing again, unfortunately. The combination of work and frantic packing to go home tomorrow has left me apparently incapable of getting fic written :|

Tagging dugindeep with kiss me quick, in the hope that a new prompt will break the spell of passes.

Pass

2012-04-05T22:39:13Z

Due to a combination of cotton-headed illness and, uh, wildly mistaking the time I had left to finish in (curse you, timezone confusion!), I am unfortunately going to have to pass. Passing on the same prompt, because this poor cursed prompt deserves to have someone do it justice. I tag oddishly with You and me and the Devil makes three.

Pass

2012-04-04T23:34:07Z

I haaaate to pass, especially 2 in a row, but really bad timing, weep :( I just saw the tag and have literally under 2 hours free in the next 20 that are left, so I have to pass this time.

I pass the prompt You and me and the Devil makes three. on to gold_bluepoint!