So I found this cool comm that's called spn_secretfic. It has twenty-five posts so far with fifty pics each in it of random prompts for stories of SPN. You can only choose two in the following week so I just started writing for myself. Here's what I wrote:

Fandom: SPN

Pairing: Sam/Dean
Picture: Here
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Summary: Sam wonders why Dean didn't figure out about his possession for so long.

It used to feel so good - their bodies entwined, hot and sweaty. Now as Dean moves within him, it feels so disgusting. He's kept it silent for long enough, but he knows he can't go on much longer. Dean went on for weeks without figuring it out. It's so wrong.

He has to fix it. If not, he can't see their relationship going on.

After Dean falls next to him on the verge of sleep, he asks softly, "Dean, I was possessed for weeks. Didn't you realize?"

The way Dean rolls over makes him realize he crossed a line.



Pairing: Gen
Picture: Here
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam leaves again and he can't come back.

For some reason, Dean always imagined their parting to be bittersweet with one of them dying. He never imagined it to be six small words and no explanation.

"I'm sorry. I have to go."

That was it. He doesn't care. Once for Stanford, once for going after Dad, and now once for this. Sam dug the grave himself - he'd walked down the lone road, carrying his things. Dean won't accept him back.

Three strikes and you're out.

Considering he knows the rule better than anyone, having two strikes of his own, he won't break it. Not even for Sam.



Pairing: Sam/Madison
Picture: Here
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sam pays respects to Madison's grave.

Sam wasn't sure what was worse - the blast from the gun as he'd shot Madison through the heart, the look Dean had given him afterwards, or the damn silence they shared throughout the whole thing. It was like they were trying to act as if it never happened, and it made him feel sick. He'd murdered her - shot her through the heart with a single bullet. It'd been painless but he'd killed her.

As he got from the car and walked towards the grave, filled with flowers and pictures, he knew he shouldn't have been here. They were still looking for the murderer, and he knew better than most that sometimes the murderers felt sorry and checked the graves to say their condolences. As he moved to his knees though, focusing his thoughts towards a picture in the stone so much like Jess's, he wished someone would figure it out.

Dean was watching him, he could feel it, but he didn't deserve to be free. He wanted to be booked, to be tortured, to be killed. That would be right. They could've saved her.

It should have never been her under that grave. It should have been him.



Pairing: Gen
Picture: Here
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sam and Dean play a game of secrets.

Sometimes, Sam knew that Dean would be beyond astounded with him if he knew his full past. He would've never guessed in a million years that he'd been drunk before his twenty-first birthday. He would've never fathomed that he'd tried drugs, and more than just pot. He would've never guessed that his prom date, whom Sam made to sound like a sweet girl who got A+'s, really gave blow jobs for five bucks in the boys bathroom during lunch.

He and Dean sat staring at each other over a table, ten beer cans scattered in front of them. They had the last of a twelve pack to finish off and then were going to start another. A case had just been finished, and this was their way of celebrating - telling the most embarrassing stories that the other would never imagine. He'd found out Dean once let a girl cross dress him for gay pride. That was amusing, and three points for Dean's score as they were actually keeping track of how embarrassing it was.

"My turn, right?"

"Mhmm," Dean murmured before he took a slow swallow.

"Remember Claire."

"Who?"

"Prom date."

"Oh. Her. She was hot. Blond hair. Big boobs. Don't know how the hell you got her. She was so out of your league."

The insult should've made Sam at least frown but instead he grinned the smallest bit. "Her name was really Clark. I found out afterwards, in a motel room."

A swig Dean had been taking was stopped short as he spit it on the ground. "Dude, you just got yourself a hundred points, considering you're saying you didn't lose your virginity for a while."

The grin widened considerably. "I lost it a long time before him. Just lost a different type that night."

"…You win."



Pairing: Sam/Jess
Picture: Here
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: The reason why Sam loves Lucky Charms so much.

"Jess, I hate Lucky Charms."

A pout, and she wrapped her arms around him before she waved the box in front of his face. "But I went to the store to get them especially for you. They're so good. I thought you used to eat them as a kid?"

"And that's why I hate them. It was for breakfast, lunch and dinner."

"But it's marshmallows. Just a bowl? Even a handful?"

He gave a frown, but finally accepted with an exaggerated sigh.

So that's why every morning he eats a bowl of Lucky Charms, whether he wants one or not.



Pairing: Gen
Picture: Here
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The real reason why Dean hates planes - and polar bears.

"I don't get it. You've flown before."

Dean rolled his eyes while he moved to lay at the end of the bed. The clock read 8:57 - Sam had to talk fast. "For something important. This isn't."

"It's a case in Paris."

"About vampires. There's hunters over there." He didn't like the French, unless it was that hot girl named Charlotte who could swallow anything. But the hunters were okay.

A kick was given but Dean grunted, and neither were happy. "Not any good ones. Plus it's a nice place to go. And Jess wanted to go there before she died."

There it was - the trump card. Still, he won't going to give in. "Then go alone, find a chick and sleep with her." Sam punched his arm and he didn't look happy, but Dean didn't care because it was 9:00. He turned on the television to ABC, and watched as the show began to air.

It took but seconds for Sam, who Dean knew normally never watched the show as he found it impossible, to look towards him with a skeptical look. "This show is fake, y'know."

"Dude, I know. I just… don't like planes. Or polar bears."



Pairing: Gen
Picture: Here
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Summary: Dean wants to apply to Kansas Community.

Dean stared at the application on the table in the motel room - their home for the next few days. He had to fill it out. He and John had had the biggest fight in years, and Sam was talking about college while still living at home.

Dean himself needed a few months alone, just to rethink things, to know it was right.

The bad thing was he had no diploma, no GED, no nothing. He had to get into this college somehow though. The social security number was a bit tough but he remembered it as it had a lot of 6's in it. Next came the name - piece of cake. Then the address. Confusion set in as he wondered if their home where he never stayed would be right, or if the motel was correct. A bit of him wanted to write 'Impala'.

It was then that he noticed what he was doing. He was leaving his father alone to get killed. In one swift movement, he shredded the papers, knowing he had an obligation to stick around. A few classes that he hated were absolutely nothing compared to making sure his brother and father were safe.



Pairing: Gen
Picture: Here
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam finds some photos.

"Hey, look what I found!" Sam yelled from where he stood behind the trunk. He'd been looking for guns to clean but had found a stack of pictures hidden, and the one that amused him the most was of Dean's tenth birthday. "You hid them. Why?"

As he glanced over the other's shoulder, Dean scowled. "Maybe because of some self-esteem issues thanks to Missouri." He looked intently at the picture and then at Sam. "I'm cute. Not goofy. You can see that."

A brow was raised and he knew he had to be delicate about this. "Cute, with twenty pounds of baby fat added on and some glasses." Okay, not so delicate. "What happened to them? One day they were there and I slept over at a friend's house and the next day they're gone."

"Contacts. I was damn cute."

"If you say so. But I'm keeping these pictures so you don't burn them, okay?" The look Dean gave Sam left him in fear for his hair's safety, as there was no way he would take that calmly. But he would've destroyed the pictures otherwise and there were definitely some good ones.

Along with a few goofy ones, he knew.



Pairing: Gen
Picture: Here
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: Sammy wants to play soccer.

"I wanna play soccer."

A ball and the small yard behind the motel later, Dean found himself ignoring his father's strict orders not to leave the room. He'd stolen the ball from someone, but he had to - Sam wanted to play. "So kick the ball to me."

"Kay."

Sam kicked it with his toes as he didn't know to kick it with his instep. Because of that, it flew far into the window of a motel room, shattering the glass everywhere. Dean wasn't a bit surprised that as they ran back to their motel room, Sam announced, "Soccer's stupid."