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SPN 'Something Good Today' Prompt Meme
Lets bring something good into the world. Let's hold hands, if only virtually, and not be alone in this. Let's reaffirm that we care about each other, and we don't stand for bigotry. Let's write (and draw and record and stuff).
Prompts are open for anything - any or no ships, any or no kinks, go for it.
Extra cookies if your prompt negates some bigoted concept, we could give love in places it's particularly lacking right now. We can reaffirm that we all have a place here, that we stand with each other. Women, POC, survivors, immigrants, disabled people, fat people, MOGAI people, poor people, etc - especially anyone that's more than one of those things - deserve some extra love, today and in general.... But prompts don't have to do that - anything comforting is welcome, and different things comfort different people! Fun, fluffy, funny, porny, angry, dark, it's ok!
Fills:
Breadline by
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toratio, Sam&Dean, money issuesSam/Dean, body autonomy, lived experience of mi, by anon
It's the end of the world as we know it (and I feel fine) by
toratio Domestic end of the world! In the Bones by laughablelament, aer leaving the bunker with John's journal, Mary ends up using it as a roadmap
(ETA: !!!! I am so excited and comforted by you being here and caring and by your generousity! Ahh! I has only been a few hours and already we have fills! Thank you!!!! And that you to the people sharing this - you are awesome!!!!)
How this works:
How to prompt: Leave a comment with a prompt, preferably with some basic information in the subject line (ship/gen/character, kink, genre - whatever works for you). You can leave as many prompts as you like.
How to fill: Comment to any prompt you like with fic, art, podfic, playlists, gifsets - any form of fanwork is welcome. Feel free to fill prompts that were already filled. If you feel like leaving anon fills, go for it! If you feel like leaving cute little 'created in ten minutes' fills for fun - those are welcome too!
Rules:
1) Be kind.
2) No spoilers for unaired episodes without a cut/link, please.
3) Use content warnings generously, please. It only takes a moment, and can make the difference between brightening someone's day and making it horrible. We've got enough horrible.
4) Anything promoting bigotry should not be included. If you're not sure, you're welcome to ask me, we can try to figure it out together. If something bothers you - same thing. Sometimes things can be bigoted without bad intent, we'll try to navigate this with compassion if it happens here now. Most things are ok if you clearly warn for them.
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Sam, Dean, money issues
(Anonymous) 2016-11-10 04:39 am (UTC)(link)feel free to do this gen/any pairing/any or no kinks
FILLED: Breadline Pt 1/2
Set during season 7, so some Hell-trauma stuff comes up. Both adult and Weechesters.
He’d been embarrassed by it, as a kid. He’d hidden behind his brother – he’d been able to, then, had been so much smaller – and hoped that nobody from their latest school saw him.
And yeah, maybe that was shallow, maybe he shouldn’t give a shit what they thought – it wasn’t like he was going to be sticking around that long, anyway – but he didn’t want people seeing, didn’t want them to know they were, well, poor.
Of course, in the Winchesters world, it was so much more complicated than that.
*
“It’s been a while,” Dean says quietly as they line up.
Sam nods, closes his eyes for a moment, thumb going to his scar as he tries not to see the people around him in pieces, bloodied and broken, streaks of red smeared up the wall.
It isn’t exactly cheery when he opens his eyes again, but it’s a lot better.
Dean puts a hand on his arm, a silent gesture of comfort.
It’s enough.
*
There had been other kids at the kitchens – most of them scruffy, dirty faces and tangled hair.
He hadn’t looked much better – hand-me-downs and thrift shop clothes. Their money went on weapons, or John’s drinking habit.
For all the talk about the poor, ninety-nine per cent of the parents lining up were probably better than John Winchester. At least they had an excuse.
Their father could have settled down, gotten a job. The Winchesters could be middle class, could live in a house, they did live in a house, once upon a time, although he didn’t remember that.
*
The woman behind the counter is probably in her sixties, at least, embracing her salt-and-pepper hair and smiling at them.
They probably look awful. They’ve barely slept since Bobby’s death, and they’re both in dire need of a shave. Their credit cards are at breaking point – hence why they’re here – and the Leviathans are on their asses.
“I’m Susan,” she says, and there’s no mock compassion in her voice, she’s just a person serving them, and Sam relaxes a little, smiles back at her.
The food is basic – chicken loaf and vegetables – but it’s hot and smells good, and Sam thanks Susan sincerely as she loads their plates.
There’s gravy and drinks, coffee and juice and condiment packets. The man at the drinks station tells Sam that the spinach comes from their community garden.
*
They were serving actual soup, beef and vegetable, with bread, the middle-aged woman ladling it out going all dewy-eyed at the two poor little skinny boys lining up.
“You two look like you could use a good feed,” she said, and Sam flushed with shame because, yeah, they could – Dad had been gone for almost a month, and their meagre stash of money could only be stretched so far.
“Thanks ma’am,” Dean gave her that winning grin of his, and Sam slunk behind him to a seat.
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I'm looking at a small amount of soup kitchens in South Australia (where I live), and what they do, their organisational models and their philosophies. There's not a whole lot of work on soup kitchens out there - there are a few interesting ones from the US - so it's actually very basic in some ways, just trying to understand what soup kitchens are and how they continue to exist. It's tied in with the move towards long-term and conditional support in welfare, and how soup kitchens have avoided doing that. I'm in the process of editing, it should be ready to proof in December, and submitted in January, which is kind of awesome.
So are you doing a masters by research? What is your area? Tell me about it!
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“I don’t feel good about this,” Sam says softly. The food is good, better than he’d thought it would be. It actually beats most of the crap they eat at diners.
“Yeah, well, nobody likes coming to soup kitchens,” Dean replies, “we ain’t here to have fun.”
Sam shakes his head. “No, I mean – these people are hungry, Dean. They have nothing. I mean, if we really need food that bad…”
“We what?” Dean asks. “Steal food? Money? Credit card fraud? That’s how most of the people here get by, too. We deserve it just as much as they do.”
“Maybe.”
*
“This sucks,” Sam muttered.
“Free food, dude,” Dean replied, “don’t go looking at gift horses, or whatever they say.”
“Dad’s supposed to be taking care of us. That’s his job.”
Dean slipped an arm around his brother’s shoulder. “I’m here, Sammy. I’ll take care of you.”
The bread was going stale, but Sam was starved, and when Dean handed half his share over without a word, Sam couldn’t quite make his mouth work to say thanks.
*
There’s a small group of people – men and women, probably only Sam’s age – in one corner, playing cards and laughing.
“How much money do you think they have?” Dean asks, eyes glittering.
Sam groans. “Dude, you’re not going to hustle homeless people!”
“I know, I know.” Dean grins at him. “I’m kidding, dude.”
They polish off their meals, Dean practically licking the plate.
“Man, that was awesome.”
Sam watches the line. It never seems to get any shorter.
“We shouldn’t be here.”
Dean wraps an arm around his brother’s shoulder. “Sammy, you saved this world. All these people? They wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for you. If anyone deserves free goddamn food, it’s you.”
*
“Excuse me?”
A young woman, college kid maybe, stopped them on their way out, a plastic bag in her hand.
Sam hid behind his brother instinctively. Was she a monster? Had they been made?
The woman handed Dean the bag.
“It’s not much,” she said quietly, “just some essentials. Bread, some rice – microwave rice – some cookies and things.”
Dean actually looked touched, and Sam clung to his brother’s arm, looking at this girl, who’d probably never missed a meal in her life.
“Thank you.” It was Sam who spoke up, smiling a little.
“God bless,” she replied.
Sam followed his big brother out the door, and wondered if maybe Dad was right. They hunted so that people like her could be safe.
*
“Sir?”
Dean is unsuccessfully trying to chat up one of the volunteers – Sam’s pretty sure they have rules about fraternising with clients, but his brother’s nothing if not determined – and Sam takes his second cup of coffee, wonders for a moment if he’s about to be told off.
The young woman absolutely isn’t missing half her face, and she definitely isn’t after Sam presses on his hand scar. He looks guiltily down at his cup.
“Uh, sorry, I…”
“It’s okay,” she tells him brightly. She’s pretty, blonde, and she smiles, a mouth full of well-kept and daily-brushed teeth. “I just wanted to give you and your friend this.”
“My brother,” Sam says absently, taking the box from her.
“If there’s something you can’t use or don’t eat, let me know, I can give it to someone else…”
Sam surveys the contents – rice, pasta, Oreos (and Dean’s going to cream himself over those), some fresh vegetables (probably from the community garden), a few canned things.
They’ve eaten a hell of a lot worse.
“This is amazing,” he says sincerely, “thanks.”
She smiles. “God bless.”
God hasn’t put in an appearance, not even for the fucking apocalypse, and Cas…
“God bless you too,” he says.
Maybe God is gone, and certainly Cas is, but the world’s still here, and that’s not going to change, not if him and his brother have any say in it.
Sam hands the box to his brother, isn’t surprised when he claims the Oreos for himself, and they head out to their shitty little stolen car, and Sam swears that Roman and those big-mouth bastards are going straight back to Purgatory.
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The kind women - both in the past and now. Sam's reluctance and feeling that they don't deserve to be there as much as the other people. Dean's reassurance. It's just quiet, and wonderful, and so them. <33333
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I can tell you that I've interviewed people going to soup kitchens and they do sometimes think that they don't need it, or that they're not poor or disadvantaged enough to 'deserve' it. And Sam has a serious guilt complex anyway.
I'm glad you loved it. <3
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Wee Sam is trying to figure out what they mean in the larger scheme of things, and adult Sam is realising that all the sacrifices he's made have been important.
The mental struggle with the desperate situation they're in, so gently written.
Well done, and wishing you continued success with achieving your PhD!
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Season 7 seemed like the right time to set the adult part, because that really was when they lost the majority of their support systems (what little they had).
I'm glad you enjoyed it.
<3
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Wee Sam is trying to figure out what they mean in the larger scheme of things, and adult Sam is realising that all the sacrifices he's made have been important.
The mental struggle with the desperate situation they're in, so gently written.
Well done, and wishing you continued success with achieving your PhD!
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Also, poor Sam and his Hellucinations!
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Yeah, I actually forgot to give Hallucifer any lines. Ah well. He was probably wandering around the community garden, stealing herbs.
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Such happy and warm feels - thank you!!!
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Also, I loved reading about your PhD too. Thank you for sharing that.
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<3
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