It's rainy, I'm sick, and I really just want to curl up in bed with Dean.

[apocalypsos]

*curls up in everybody's collective lap instead*

*bats eyelashes*

Tell me a story?

Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease?

Comments

[smallship1.livejournal.com]

Um, there's one that started way back here and continues at odd intervals down my journal...I don't know if you'd looked at it at all. It doesn't have Winchesters in it, but it has some creepy bits...

I'd try to come up with something off the cuff, but I'm feeling a bit bleagh and like curling up in someone's lap myself, and if you'd ever met me you'd know they don't make laps that big. If I send you one when I feel better you could save it for the next time...?

[killerweasel.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time, Lindsey McDonald and Sam Winchester met up in a drag club (it was the only club for miles and miles) and got incredibly drunk. So drunk that they could be talked into doing just about anything, especially by Sam's wicked older brother Dean. Somehow he managed to not only get the two of them of them dressed up in silly outfits, but he managed to get them to dance for the collective audience.

And this is how they looked.

Of course Dean video taped the entire thing and then uploaded it to youtube for the rest of the world to see and laugh their asses off.

Dean 1, Sam & Lindsey 0.


How's that? heeheehee

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

*splorfles* Okay, that website? Is AWESOME.

[katbcoll.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time, there was this pretty, pretty princess. Who had lots of cool artwork on her body, black nail polish and a gift for writing (unlike me *snerks*).

One day she met this hard-core, bad ass, demon killer named Dean. He of the Sexy Smirk and tight ass. He totally dug the pretty princess, especially the artwork. See, he of the Sexy Smirk has a thing for stuff like that. Even without the tequila thrown in.

They had lots of wild monkey sex and hunted happily (or less angstily) ever after.

The End

*cackles* and thanks for distracting me totally from work. My brain came to a dead stop until I wrote that crap.

[jira-rd.livejournal.com]

Uhm. Uhm. I'd offer the French story I'm working on but I don't know if you can read French. I can recommend a hilarious webcomic for you, Questionable Content, if you've never read it before. Or you can go to the first strip. Strip 1! (http://www.questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=1) (http://www.questionablecontent.net)

[poisontaster]

Once upon a time there was a clan of merfolk living offshore in the warm waters of the Gulf. They kept to themselves and no one even knew they were there until a group of mean and tricksy selkies came and started hurting people and mer alike, trying to take over the area for themselves.

But then once day the tallest, most handsome human this particular mermaid had EVER seen came (with his brother, but we're not talking about him) and they drove the selkies away and there was much rejoicing. But not by the mergirl, because she had fallen HOPELESSLY IN LOVE.

Well. She'd heard the stories. She knew what to do. So she went to the sea witch and gave away her voice in return for a pair of stilt-like human legs with the admonition that if the boy didn't fall in love with her within one lunar month, she would dissolve into sea foam and die.

So she went on the land and found the boy, but to her dismay, he was ALREADY COMPLETELY IN LOVE. With his brother! Well. There wasn't much that could be done. ("Are we gonna sleep with the fish girl? Are we?" "Oh my God, Dean you are such an insenstive JERK sometimes!") And so she wrung her hands and cried soundless little sobs and the boy kissed her on the forehead and told her it would be okay.

And she believed him, because...well, when he looks at you like that, who wouldn't?

The next day, they killed the sea witch.

She never much liked the ocean anyway.

I'm actually working on this for a script as we speak

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time, there were a bunch of werewolves and vampires that lived in Southern California. They'd lived there for a while, but weren't really assimilating into the culture well, so they decided that in order for their kids to be competent, they had to go to high school, just like every other teenager...

Hilarity ensued.

[honeydew-melon.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time, there were three bears. One of the bears married a giraffe, probably on a dare from the other two. The end.

[raisedbymoogles.livejournal.com]

So there was Sir Francis Drake, sailing around the ocean on his ship (well, I mean, obviously) looking for Spaniards to pirate the hell out of, and not in the fun, sexy way, though there's no accounting for what his crew were doing below decks. So anyway they're sailing around and all of a sudden the lookout goes, "Spanish ship on the horizon!"

"First mate," says Sir Francis, "bring me my red shirt."

The first mate was of course confused at this request, red not being Francis's color, but he does as ordered. And the wild sea battle begins! Cannons firing, swords brandishing, "swords" brandishing... oh, it was horrific, and it lasted all throughout the day. And Sir Francis's side did not lose a single man.

Finally the first mate could no longer contain his curiosity. "Cap'n," says he, "why did you request me to bring you your red shirt? A nice teal would have gone so much better with your complexion."

"Mate," says Sir Francis, "if I am wounded, the crew will not be able to tell, for the blood will not show on my red shirt. And they will not lose heart, but will fight on!"

Just then, the lookout shouted, "Twenty Spanish ships on the horizon!"

Sir Francis Drake did not miss a beat. "First mate," he says, "bring me my brown pants."

[virgulesmith.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time there was a shiny pretty boy. He was the shiniest prettiest boy in the land. Then things happened and he found himself alone at the end of a long dark road. He stood beside his very shiny very broken down car and wondered whether he might perish this far away from the source of all sparklies.

And then the one-eyed car came. It wasn't so much shiny as silvery in the moonlight, with that glowing yellow eye shining down on him. It felt like a spotlight for a moment, and he thought of preening, but he somehow thought the driver of the not-so-shiny car might not be into some preening sparkly shiny boy.

But his eyes flashed green and gold in the yellow light of that singular headlight. He walked like cowboys walked, one boot nearly crossing the other, hips following lazily. He wondered how he looked, and tried not to be self conscious in his jeans and tennis shoes. The lazy smile and the mocking tone nearly did him in though. There was something naughty in the voice, something gentle in the chuckle. He usually hated being laughed at, but this made him feel all warm inside. The kind of warm that made his lip pout and his breathing go deeper and heavier.

He could hear the not-shiny leather jacket as the guy looked under his hood. A little messing with this and a brief request to "turn it over" and he was wondering how he could get this guy to tell him to turn it over.

The engine started though. The guy said incomprehensible things about wires and connections. The shiny sparkly pretty boy couldn't hear it though.

The guy came and shook his hand, took the hundred he found in his pocket after a very brief "no need", but when the shiny sparkly pretty boy leaned up and kissed him, the man just smiled and looked back towards that single headlight.

He could just make out a tall figure leaning against the passenger side of the car. The man said something about wanting to fix everything, about some sort of family obligation, and then he was getting back in the car, and the taillights were glowing in the distance until they rounded the curve ahead.

[astrothsknot.livejournal.com]

I suffer from burstitis in my hip. All my son could remember when he asked why his mother limps was that I have an -titis and it's in my hip.

So Mummy limps because she has hepititis

[stardreemer.livejournal.com]

Since you are the queen of Supernatural fic, I thought I would ask you. I read a story several months ago, before the episode "Faith" aired. The story was how the author thought "Faith" might have played out, and it had Sam challenging the Death to poker (or maybe it was chess? I can't remember) to save Dean's life, and Dean waking up fine, realizing what must have happened, sneaking out of the hospital, stealing a car, and finding Sam in the middle of a field. Do you know which fic I am talking about? I'm not sure if you wrote it or not, but I remember it was really good, and since your fics are really good I thought my best bet was asking you. Thanks!

[soundingsea.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time there was a little girl. She lived with her Mommy and Daddy in a cabin overlooking the woods. They had a giant garden and nice neighbors only half a day's ride away and wicked, pecking chickens Daddy pretended to hate even if she caught him talking to them sometimes.

Supposedly her Daddy wasn't really her Daddy, but that didn't make a lot of sense, so she didn't believe it. After all, Mommy and Daddy loved each other very much; even their arguments usually ended in hugs. In fact, they loved each other enough that she was going to have a new brother or sister soon, which meant that Mommy didn't have a lap anymore.

So she climbed on Daddy's lap and said, "Daddy, tell me a story. Tell me about the time when there used to be lots and lots of people and Mommy's compter made noises and you could travel faster than horses!"

And Daddy said, "Okay, pumpkin. Once upon a time, I had a little brother of my own. And his name was Cassidy."

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

*flails*

WINNER.

[trishalynn.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl named Princess Jennifer who was sad because although she was a princess, her evil step-parent Faqteri made her work all day and all night. Sort of like that Cinderella chick, except for the fact that Jennifer didn't have to sleep in a fireplace. Anyway, Princess Jennifer worked all day and all night for another princess named Britnei who was fat and untalented and had a scuzzy boyfriend named Kayvan. She didn't like it very much and cried almost every night.

One day, two princes came from a far-off land called Cildernawacht, or CW for short. They saw Princess Jennifer's suffering and vowed to stop it for she was indeed very beautiful, fair, intelligent and witty. Such qualities could not be squired away to be bestowed only on that fat cow Britnei. They dismounted from their steeds Imp and Ala and slew Faqteri, Britnei and Kayvan. Princess Jennifer was overwhelmed and fainted directly into Prince Dean's arms (checking, of course, to ensure that she'd land securely in them). When she regained consciousness in a very artistic and delicate manner, Princes Dean and Sam said to her that they would take care of her always, and they rode off into the sunset together. To fight vampires.

The end!

[robyn-ma.livejournal.com]

Have you seen Daily Lit? They'll email you an entire public-domain book a little at a time.

[shotofjack.livejournal.com]

"Princess Troll, you need to eat your soup." You open one eye and Dean Winchester is standing over your bed with a cup of steaming soup. You think I know I'm sick but I had no idea I am hallucinating. Well, at least it is a damn pretty hallucination.

"You are not hallucinating," says Dean.
You think Oh great ...in my hallucination he reads minds. And damn, I have on my ratty pajamas.

"Drink your soup you silly girl," says Dean with a gorgeous long yawn, "And scoot over." Dean pulls off his shirt & drops his pants.

So, in your lovely hallucination spawned by your evil sickness, Dean crawls into bed with you. He spoons soup into your mouth and then pulls you into him as you fall asleep. Damn but that boy is cuddly warm.

And who said getting sick was all that damn bad?

Since it's raining cats and dogs halfway across the world as well, why not write a rain drabble?

[misshallelujah.livejournal.com]

You know how rainy weather is supposed to make it easier for people to sleep? Doesn't happen with Dean. He doesn't get it. What is it about Nature's aquatic percussive rock band that is supposed to lull people into the land of Nod: the disco lightning, the claps of thunder, or the incessant drumming of water on the roof? Seriously.

The mattress shifts with sudden weight, and Sam envelopes him from behind. Dean counts till the second exhalation on his neck before saying, "Sammy, thunder won't hurt you just because it's loud. Now get back to bed."

"It's cold," Sam mumbled against his shoulder. "Huddling. Conserves heat energy."

"Thanks for the science lesson, Linux," Dean starts to say, but Sam has already drifted back to sleep. Dean sighs. He shifts his grip on the handle under the pillow, and counts the beats of Sam's heart until he falls asleep.

[lots42.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time, there were two brothers who did not know what combs were and they never saw Buffy on TV. They enjoyed entering deserted buildings and burining things, then they had sex. The enb.