Challenge #9: Prompt Claiming!
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spnmysteryyearsSo, chickas. It's time to close the prompt challenge and post our Holiday Prompts for claiming! The topic for this Challenge is:
It was rare, but occasionally, a Winchester/the Winchesters had something real to celebrate at this time of year. This was one of those times.
We asked: Were there any holidays that were memorable for the little pinpricks of light that shone through the darkness? Could it be something Sam remembers, or Dean hasn't forgotten, or perhaps that John held onto that maybe the boys wouldn't have known about? Did they do something together, was it something only they would have understood? Was it something that to anyone else would have been totally messed up, but for the Winchesters, was kind of wonderful? Could it have been something that Sam experienced alone for the first time away from his family, that Dean felt good about, that John put down to pure luck and chance, that probably would never happen again?
1. It was not a good day for hunting.
He turned up his face to the clouds, and watched the slow fall of snowflakes. Drawing in a deep breath of fresh cold, he held up his hand and watched them disappear as soon as they touched the warmth of his open palm.
Then he turned and strode purposefully into the dark. claimed by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sophiebriand
2. In the days of my youth
I was told what it means to be a man
Now I've reached that age
I've tried to do all those things the best I can
Once, when he was feeling nostalgic and sorry for himself, John thought about finding someone to mother his two boys. She wasn't perfect, but then neither was John. What happened next showed him how dangerous that line of thinking was. After that, he never considered it again.
3. They don't take charity. It's one of Dad's hard and fast rules. But Dad's not around, and the heat got turned off two days ago, and Sammy's got a cold, and now that it's the Christmas holiday, they can't even stay late at school to keep warm.
With grim misgivings, Dean picks up the phone, handing Sam a tissue at the same time, keeping one worried eye on his couch-bound brother while he dials the number Dad made him memorize when he was five.
"Hello, Pastor Jim?" claimed bysylvanwitch
4. The fire burned, it crackled through the cold, fierce like a hunger curling up from the bottom of his toes to his gut. The snow fell, hissing into the blackness with sharp, wet pops like tiny firecrackers. But he felt little warmth, and less cold. In fact, he felt almost nothing at all.
He remembered one thing, one little thing, and after that it was impossible to lose the pain, twisting like needles into every nerve stretched taut from worry and sadness.
He missed his brother. claimed byok_srsly
5. It seemed to Dean that they had been in the car for days, years even. Sometimes Dad drove all night and they slept all day long in strange small rooms that smelled of dry cardboard, dusty shadows, where the beds were flat and hardly bouncy at all.
The wind whipped the air with bitter cold as they drove by houses aglow with holiday lights, and so Dean remembered that this must mean it was getting close to Christmas. He looked at baby Sammy asleep in the carrier on the seat beside him, and patted his tiny hand.
"Santa might have a hard time finding us this year," he whispered to his baby brother.
He looked out the window and spied a tree lot. He grinned as they neared it, but Dad passed it by.
"Daddy," Dean asked. "Is it almost Christmas? Will there be a tree?"
But as they pulled into the parking lot of the next motel, Dad didn't say a word. He just got their bags out of the trunk and opened the door to their room as if it was merely another day like any other.
Dean sighed. He missed his mom.
When Dean asked when they were going back home, Dad said nothing for a long, long time. He just drove and drove. Then one day he answered. claimed bysusannaheanes writing as sophiebriand
6. Sam smiled. claimed bywellew
7. Dean struggles to stay away from Sam, but he wants to visit so bad. As the holidays near, he decides.
He won't go, instead, he'll send something. claimed bykain_abel
8. Write a story where John realizes he and Ebenezer Scrooge may have a little too much in common. Bonus points for the boys doing something awesome that makes him happy.
9. Sam struggles to stop thinking of his family with every happy thing he observes. He never shared anything like the normal holidays his friends took for granted. But he wanted it - so damned much.
He doubted either his Dad or his brother would appreciate the thought. claimed bymuses_circle
10. There was beer, of course. Pay-per-view. Mustard and ketchup in little packets, some leftover SPAM, and a pickle that floated in the murky liquid of the jar. This wasn't any worse than he remembered from Christmases past - but still.
11. As they're leaving town after doing a job, Dean and John realize that there is something wrong with the Impala. They end up staying in town to work on the car, and everyone they meet is filled with the "holiday spirit."
12. Sam hears a certain carol or holiday song for the first time.
13. A haunted nutcracker destroys several Christmases. Sam remembers how John and Dean and he stopped the spirit when he was only fourteen years old. He wonders why he can't forget, if it still matters now that he's no longer a hunter, and why he's still having a hard time believing he actually left and his family isn't around anymore. There could be a whisper of UST here - and - and -
And then he goes back to class, and puts it out of his mind - again. This could be - forgive me - written as CRACK. Go on, you know you want to. :nods:: claimed byyaycoffee
Prompts may be claimed between November 15th & 30th. Then you will have until December 15th to post your stories, art, or vids on this, your![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spnmysteryyears Challenge #9. Don't forget to check the rules for posting and any member may claim up to two prompts. You may join the community and immediately claim a prompt, it's as simple as that!
Good luck!
It was rare, but occasionally, a Winchester/the Winchesters had something real to celebrate at this time of year. This was one of those times.
We asked: Were there any holidays that were memorable for the little pinpricks of light that shone through the darkness? Could it be something Sam remembers, or Dean hasn't forgotten, or perhaps that John held onto that maybe the boys wouldn't have known about? Did they do something together, was it something only they would have understood? Was it something that to anyone else would have been totally messed up, but for the Winchesters, was kind of wonderful? Could it have been something that Sam experienced alone for the first time away from his family, that Dean felt good about, that John put down to pure luck and chance, that probably would never happen again?
1. It was not a good day for hunting.
He turned up his face to the clouds, and watched the slow fall of snowflakes. Drawing in a deep breath of fresh cold, he held up his hand and watched them disappear as soon as they touched the warmth of his open palm.
Then he turned and strode purposefully into the dark. claimed by
sophiebriand2. In the days of my youth
I was told what it means to be a man
Now I've reached that age
I've tried to do all those things the best I can
Once, when he was feeling nostalgic and sorry for himself, John thought about finding someone to mother his two boys. She wasn't perfect, but then neither was John. What happened next showed him how dangerous that line of thinking was. After that, he never considered it again.
3. They don't take charity. It's one of Dad's hard and fast rules. But Dad's not around, and the heat got turned off two days ago, and Sammy's got a cold, and now that it's the Christmas holiday, they can't even stay late at school to keep warm.
With grim misgivings, Dean picks up the phone, handing Sam a tissue at the same time, keeping one worried eye on his couch-bound brother while he dials the number Dad made him memorize when he was five.
"Hello, Pastor Jim?" claimed by
sylvanwitch4. The fire burned, it crackled through the cold, fierce like a hunger curling up from the bottom of his toes to his gut. The snow fell, hissing into the blackness with sharp, wet pops like tiny firecrackers. But he felt little warmth, and less cold. In fact, he felt almost nothing at all.
He remembered one thing, one little thing, and after that it was impossible to lose the pain, twisting like needles into every nerve stretched taut from worry and sadness.
He missed his brother. claimed by
ok_srsly5. It seemed to Dean that they had been in the car for days, years even. Sometimes Dad drove all night and they slept all day long in strange small rooms that smelled of dry cardboard, dusty shadows, where the beds were flat and hardly bouncy at all.
The wind whipped the air with bitter cold as they drove by houses aglow with holiday lights, and so Dean remembered that this must mean it was getting close to Christmas. He looked at baby Sammy asleep in the carrier on the seat beside him, and patted his tiny hand.
"Santa might have a hard time finding us this year," he whispered to his baby brother.
He looked out the window and spied a tree lot. He grinned as they neared it, but Dad passed it by.
"Daddy," Dean asked. "Is it almost Christmas? Will there be a tree?"
But as they pulled into the parking lot of the next motel, Dad didn't say a word. He just got their bags out of the trunk and opened the door to their room as if it was merely another day like any other.
Dean sighed. He missed his mom.
When Dean asked when they were going back home, Dad said nothing for a long, long time. He just drove and drove. Then one day he answered. claimed by
susannaheanes writing as sophiebriand6. Sam smiled. claimed by
wellew 7. Dean struggles to stay away from Sam, but he wants to visit so bad. As the holidays near, he decides.
He won't go, instead, he'll send something. claimed by
kain_abel8. Write a story where John realizes he and Ebenezer Scrooge may have a little too much in common. Bonus points for the boys doing something awesome that makes him happy.
9. Sam struggles to stop thinking of his family with every happy thing he observes. He never shared anything like the normal holidays his friends took for granted. But he wanted it - so damned much.
He doubted either his Dad or his brother would appreciate the thought. claimed by
muses_circle10. There was beer, of course. Pay-per-view. Mustard and ketchup in little packets, some leftover SPAM, and a pickle that floated in the murky liquid of the jar. This wasn't any worse than he remembered from Christmases past - but still.
11. As they're leaving town after doing a job, Dean and John realize that there is something wrong with the Impala. They end up staying in town to work on the car, and everyone they meet is filled with the "holiday spirit."
12. Sam hears a certain carol or holiday song for the first time.
13. A haunted nutcracker destroys several Christmases. Sam remembers how John and Dean and he stopped the spirit when he was only fourteen years old. He wonders why he can't forget, if it still matters now that he's no longer a hunter, and why he's still having a hard time believing he actually left and his family isn't around anymore. There could be a whisper of UST here - and - and -
And then he goes back to class, and puts it out of his mind - again. This could be - forgive me - written as CRACK. Go on, you know you want to. :nods:: claimed by
yaycoffeePrompts may be claimed between November 15th & 30th. Then you will have until December 15th to post your stories, art, or vids on this, your
spnmysteryyears Challenge #9. Don't forget to check the rules for posting and any member may claim up to two prompts. You may join the community and immediately claim a prompt, it's as simple as that!Good luck!
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