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→ In your prompt, please state your desired characters or pairings. All genres/pairings welcome, but no real-person prompts.
→ Prompts can be as short or detailed as you like. Remember though - more detail means less wriggle room for the writer, which might lower the chances of someone picking up your prompt.
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→ In your prompt, please state your desired characters or pairings. All genres/pairings welcome, but no real-person prompts.
Example A: “Sam, Dean, gen, set in season 2. Sam has a vision and passes out. Cue caring!Dean and limp!Sam.”→ Post as many prompts as you like - but one prompt per comment. If you've got a couple, comment with each separately.
Example B: “Sam/Dean, trauma. Sam is injured on a hunt, Dean freaks out when he thinks Sam might be dead.”
→ Prompts can be as short or detailed as you like. Remember though - more detail means less wriggle room for the writer, which might lower the chances of someone picking up your prompt.
→ Go through the prompts! If you find one you like, write a fic for it. There's no limit to how many users can reply to a prompt, or how many prompts someone can write for.
→ When replying to a prompt with your comment-fic, put ‘filled’ in your subject line and then anything else you want, like a title if you have one/part numbers. It’s not a big deal if you forget this step, but it will make it easier for people to find your fic.
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→ Play nice - no flaming and no character bashing, period. Any comments that break this rule will be deleted without warning.
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→ No spam comments.
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anonymous wrote After a Narrowly-Averted-Apocalypse, an old friend from Stanford runs into Sam Winchester at a gas station. He's surprised/disturbed by what he sees.
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anonymous wrote A witch the boys meet on a case decides to cast a spell on Sam as a gift for his birthday (she notices the guys have some communication hang ups)--he will not be able to inhibit what he says for a full day. Basically everything he thinks and feels comes spewing out of his mouth without his control. Including many thoughts of self-loathing and doubting Dean could ever love him the same after all that's happened, any other things you want, etc. Sam is mortified and feels exposed and stupid.
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Stanford-era Sam and recently-chipped Spike save the world. The problem is Sam has no one to tell and Spike has no one who will believe him. So, Spike comes back to Stanford a year later with a whole bunch of bear to celebrate the day they saved the world. Sam loves the company.
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No one noticed or had a clue that the world was even in danger.
Expect two people...well...technically one person and an undead person but that would be getting into too many details.
Sam Winchester wasn’t big on details at the moment.
He was too busy getting drunk with his newest bestest friend ever.
“The bear thing was totally your fault, Spike,” He said as he finished up his…fifth…sixth…beer? He lost count…maybe that wasn’t a bad thing.
“Was not!” Spike said as he handed him a new beer.
“Waving your arms around, screaming come and eat me, you sack of fur wasn’t your fault?”
“It saved your skinny ass.”
“Barely…I remembered a lot of running involved.”
“Didn’t think he would summon another bear, mate!”
“Then we had to deal with a sleuth of bears.”
“…Did you just say sleuth…?”
“Yes, that is what a group of bears are called…”
“You aren’t drunk enough yet.”
“Am too.”
“Are not.”
“Am too.”
“Not. You remember things like a group of bears…”
“I am getting there! Just turn on the radio and I will sing.”
“….Not right now, mate…”
“How did we save the world again?”
“I don’t have a bloody clue.”
It was strange. He tried his hardest to ignore the signs. The growing odd weather patterns…the dead bodies…the disappearances…he couldn’t ignore it for long. He packed up a few of his things and headed out. He told his roommate that he was going to get away for the weekend.
Which was partly true, he was getting away from his “normal” life and returning to his old life.
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He took a long sip of his beer to numb the thoughts down.
“I’m glad I show up when I did…you were about to get yourself fried.”
“I had it under control, mate.”
“I would believe it if I didn’t see your pants on fire.”
Spike gave him a look and the finger for his troubles.
He grinned slightly when he remembered running into the vampire literally. Spike was busy with a demon who liked a blow torch way too much.
“I seemed to remember a chick that wanted to cut you to half your size.”
“Thanks for that save by the way.”
He winced at the memory. He wouldn’t say out loud that he let his guard down but he did. After saving Spike, they had a talk. He found out that Spike was a vampire but he couldn’t hurt anyone because he had a chip in his head. He proved it by attacking him. He kind of felt sorry for the vampire when he was rubbing his head in pain.
“You know…no one believes me that I saved the world. I told them. They just looked at me…like…like…”
He patted his friend’s shoulder.
During that weekend, he learned about vampire slayers and watchers. He learned about the different things that walk the night than what he hunted. He learned about a vampire named Spike, who wanted to prove that he was a good guy. No one would listen that he was a good guy.
“I have no one to tell.”
During that weekend, he told Spike about demons, his father, and his brother. It was the most honest he has been since moving to Stanford.
He could afford it since it was demons, sorcerers, and a sleuth of bears trying to end the world.
“We aren’t drunk enough, mate,” Spike said.
“Agreed. We need something stronger.”
“We need a song…”
Spike got up and turned on the radio in his car. A familiar song filled the air. He started humming before the words escaped his mouth.
We are the champions…
We keep on fighting to the end…
Soon, Spike’s voice joined his. Until sun rise, they sing and drunk their beer without a care in the world.
The world owned them that much.
End.
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Though, really? Bears are always funny, as long as they are somewhere else.
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