let meee entertain youuu...except in reverse

[ileliberte]

Hello! I am bored! I wish to make people write drabbles/ficlets for me that I will then illustrate! Order will be by what I can do first rather than first come first served, but will try my best to get to all of them. I'll close it if I'm getting too many (I wish). Fandoms are SGA and Supernatural.

Some things that would rock my socks off: John action (without innuendo)/ lots of Teyla/ lots of teaminess/ humor/ cuddliness/ Teyla action (with or without innuendo)/ Sam having fun/ Dean being Dean/ aww brothers!!! (um, also, no Sam/Dean). All this in a lovely max. PG-13 rating package. Yes, I'm a little high maintenance apparently.

Go!

...please?

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[setissma.livejournal.com]

OKAY! Clearly I have spent a lot of time driving in Iowa this week. Dean being annoying! Sam being pissed off but ultimately winning! Sort of! A teeny snippet that I hope is okay. :)

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A hundred miles into Iowa, Sam's about ready to kill Dean.

He's been whining for the past three hundred miles, pretty much unceasingly aside from the thirty-six minutes just past Moline when he fell asleep, and Sam's seriously considering pulling over and shooting him, because the half a bottle of Nyquil he poured into Dean's coffee did absolutely nothing. Dean doesn't like the grade of the road, the other drivers, road signs, the names of towns, what they're hunting, the music, women, and, somewhat unsurprisingly, corn.

Sam figured out the real problem three hours ago, when Dean fell asleep against his shoulder and it became stupidly obvious that he was running a fever. Suggesting that Dean might be sick, though, is akin to implying that he doesn’t know how to use a gun or get a woman to sleep with him: essential blasphemy that would probably result in abandonment in the middle of a soybean field.

“I need something to eat,” Sam says, interrupting a tirade on the general weather conditions of the Midwest, because he’s reasonably sure that if he has to spend another ten minutes in the car with Dean, he’s going to throw himself out of the Impala at eighty miles an hour.

Sam figures that’s pretty unlikely to end well.

Dean – miraculously, without too much complaining – pulls off at a rest area and pulls around to fill up while Sam’s getting food. Sam finds a couple of sandwiches, a cup of coffee, and some juice; at the very least, he can probably limit the duration of whatever the hell is wrong with him.

Dean’s in the passenger side when Sam gets back in the car, and he hands over the keys, wrapped up in one of Sam’s jackets, then takes the orange juice – Sam already knows he won’t drink apple.

“I fucking hate trucks,” Dean mutters, slouched over in the passenger side while Sam waits for a semi to pull across the road. “They always think they have the goddamned right of way - ”

“Hey,” Sam says, and reaches over to curl a hand against the back of Dean’s neck as he eases over onto the ramp, then out onto the highway.

“They suck,” Dean protests, trying to shrug him off, but Sam just keeps it there, nudging his thumb under Dean’s collar, against the curve of his shoulder, and waits until they’re in an even section of road to steer with his knees for a minute so he can take a sip of coffee. Dean shuts the fuck up.

“Tylenol’s in the glove compartment,” he says, nice and even.

Dean waits a couple of minutes but he goes for it, finally.

“Son of a bitch childproof caps,” he says, but Sam figures that’s just plain true, all things considered, so he just squeezes a little and takes his hand back, watching the road.

“You should get some sleep,” he says. “You drove all morning.”

“Yeah, okay,” Dean says, still kind of grouchy, settling in against the window, nudging Sam’s jacket in as a pillow. “Don’t fuck up my car, Sammy.”

“I’ll try not to get run over by any trucks,” Sam says, a little dryly, and eases out into the left lane, watching Dean fall asleep in the edges of his vision, safe.

[ileliberte.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwww, so cute! Feverish grumpy Dean, really really annoyed Sam worried about his brother, just awwwww. I am not very fast, so it might be a little while before I finish the picture, but thank you! That was lovely :)

[setissma.livejournal.com]

No problem! <3. I am glad you liked it!

[ileliberte.livejournal.com]

Hello! I've finally finished :D http://ileliberte.livejournal.com/29783.html Hope you like it!

[fromyourashes.livejournal.com]

awwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!

[eloise-bright.livejournal.com]

Gorgeous ficlet - I love Sam with his hand on the back of Dean's neck, gently encouraging him to get some sleep, while being very careful not to mention 'sick'. And such a lovely visual to accompany it.

[dotfic.livejournal.com]

That is adorable!

[merihn.livejournal.com]

AWW!That seriously is so cute. You had Dean down to a T. He's so cute when he's grumpy. And I love how carefully Sam handles him.

♥

[velvetine01.livejournal.com]

aww! that was so sweet. and i love that sam knows exactly how to deal with grumpy!dean. :D

[fpvs.livejournal.com]

Awwwww.... Poor Sick Dean.....
*wibbles*

[thelonejuliet.livejournal.com]

That's just adorably awesome. :)