SPN 'Something Good Today' Prompt Meme
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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.
Tell the world!
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prompt : sam winchester /Eileen leahy
Date: 2016-11-10 04:05 am (UTC)how smart she is and that even though she if different they can love each other equally
Sam, Dean, money issues
Date: 2016-11-10 04:39 am (UTC)feel free to do this gen/any pairing/any or no kinks
FILLED: Breadline Pt 1/2
Date: 2016-11-10 05:56 am (UTC)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.
FILLED: Breadline Pt 2/2
Date: 2016-11-10 05:56 am (UTC)“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.
Sam/Dean, body autonomy, lived experience of mi
Date: 2016-11-10 05:57 am (UTC)Misha/Darius, bicycle touring?
Date: 2016-11-10 06:07 am (UTC)I just want fic about them, but for prompt's sake -
they pine for each other through one of their adventures (this or a different one) we as a fandom know what wrestling with life partners really means,
all those nights in the woods under the stars, a those silly barely-escapes and private jokes....
gen or Sam/Dean, fluff
Date: 2016-11-10 06:11 am (UTC)RE: FILLED: Breadline Pt 2/2
Date: 2016-11-10 06:35 am (UTC)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
RE: FILLED: Breadline Pt 1/2
Date: 2016-11-10 06:36 am (UTC)RE: FILLED: Breadline Pt 1/2
Date: 2016-11-10 06:42 am (UTC)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!
RE: FILLED: Breadline Pt 2/2
Date: 2016-11-10 06:44 am (UTC)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
RE: FILLED: Breadline Pt 2/2
Date: 2016-11-10 07:00 am (UTC)RE: FILLED: Breadline Pt 2/2
Date: 2016-11-10 07:03 am (UTC)misha/ jared puppies and kittens
Date: 2016-11-10 07:05 am (UTC)RE: FILLED: Breadline Pt 2/2
Date: 2016-11-10 07:36 am (UTC)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!
RE: FILLED: Breadline Pt 2/2
Date: 2016-11-10 07:43 am (UTC)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
RE: Sam/Dean, body autonomy, lived experience of mi
Date: 2016-11-10 07:46 am (UTC)Lost in thought, that's all. Not possessed. Not this time. Lost in thought, tired. Not possessed.
Everything is alright.
*
Something stirs in Dean. He's breathing quickly, all of a sudden; it's that - that sound of fire crackling, and a smell like metal. He's up, fingers bending around the safe curve of his weapon, but he's aiming it at nothing and lowering it soon enough.
It's Sam showering. That's all.
Cursing under his breath, he places the gun back under his pillow. Well, he's up; better get the coffee dripping before the grumpy giant gets out the bathroom.
They barely smile in the mornings. It's one grunt to another's grunt, a tired glare when either one cracks an equally tired joke, but when they've both had a sandwich or two, and when they're finishing the first cup of coffee, communication starts flowing more easily. That's Dean's safe place - his brother by his side, smelling of some fruity two-in-one, growling at him and giving him those long, worn-out looks of distress in return for his big, toothy fake smiles. That's where home is, for both of them.
*
Rain pitter-patters over the roof of the car like a stampede of a thousand mice. Sam watches through the soaked window as Dean rushes across the parking lot with his jacket thrown over his head and then dives in through the driver's door with a warm bag of diner food in one hand. He lands them on Sam and he's laughing as he settles back behind the wheel, all proud of himself, and Sam's proud of him, too. They're on their way to Nevada, and it's a long damn road - but they're there together, and Sam guesses that's the one thing that really matters. He digs his fingers into the bag until he can feel the top of the box containing his salad. Unlike Dean's burger, still wrapped inside its papers, his meal is cold and radiates with nutrition.
"Dude."
"Huh?"
"It's a miracle you've made it to thirty-six with that diet."
Dean grins.
"Gimme my meal," he purrs and reaches one free hand towards the bag.
Sam lets him take it.
*
In the night, the motel room closes in. Dean swallows thickly, trying to shake off the fear from his bones, but it creeps in like an unwanted lover, all cold with an ironclad chokehold. He throws a look towards Sam, and a sensation like warm water splashing over him washes off the worst of the panic: Sam's staring at the ceiling, awake. The smallest shift in Dean alerts him, and their gazes meet. Sam smiles at him - he's sleepy, too, but it's not the first time they share their insomnia.
"You, um, you wanna talk...?" Sam asks him, gently prodding the ache inside Dean's chest.
He shakes his head and swallows. He doesn't know how to talk. However, just being asked to - the fact that Sam's there to ask, the fact that he sees Dean, sees the pain - it's good. They're good.
"'s gonna be alright," Dean mumbles at him and closes his eyes, "Just go to sleep, Sammy."
Sometimes, words do heal wounds.
RE: Sam/Dean, body autonomy, lived experience of mi
Date: 2016-11-10 08:00 am (UTC)I was watching an old con online and Jensen was talking about 11x09 or 11x10, when Dean goes to Hell where Sam is talking to Lucifer, and he mentions that, as Dean, he hesitates slightly, just before he goes inside, and how it was unscripted, but he thought it would be fitting for Dean, as this is his first time back there, and it's kind of PTSD moment.
And it's nice to see that being infused in the characters, that there are little touches. And it's nice to acknowledge them, in fandom and in canon.
I like the unspoken comfort and understanding between the brothers. <3
no subject
Date: 2016-11-10 08:15 am (UTC)Just domestic and established and cute between the two of them.
Dean/Sam, incest
Date: 2016-11-10 08:38 am (UTC)On the verge of making their relationship sexual/romantic (and maybe after), while both having that attraction and love towards each other, Dean and/or Sam discuss or PROCESS the personal and social meanings and implications of making this shift - within the context of society. Not just the instance of horror at a taboo and getting over it - what it means for their continuous lived experiences and everyday lives and identities...
This is one of my favorite things!
RE: Sam/Dean, body autonomy, lived experience of mi
Date: 2016-11-10 09:14 am (UTC)Mary tries out or experiences things of this time
Date: 2016-11-10 09:27 am (UTC)also, potentially but definitely not necessarily - she finds out that maybe being hunters is not the the only thing about her sons' lifestyle that is not normative.
RE: FILLED: Breadline Pt 2/2
Date: 2016-11-10 09:37 am (UTC)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!
Mary (possibly with MCU Natasha /Bucky /Steve /others)
Date: 2016-11-10 09:37 am (UTC)Mary would probably have her own perspectives about a lot of those.
It would be awesome to fin out about them regardless of MCU - or in a crossover - it's nice to have someone to buy all the types of Twizzlers and try them out with.
Gen, Mary, post 12x03
Date: 2016-11-10 09:40 am (UTC)After leaving the bunker with John's journal, Mary ends up using it as a roadmap. She travels around, visiting the sites of some of the disasters Sam and Dean have been through -- and maybe meeting some of the people they've saved. It's not the same as getting to see her boys grow up, but it still helps.