Title: A Movable Feast
Author: strangevisitor7
Fandom: Supernatural
Rated: PG
Word Count: 200
Prompt: Challenge #10 Spring for brothers100
Characters: Dean and Sam Winchester
A/N: Set Pre-Series

A Movable Feast

The dormitory was quiet; the sounds of the last of the students leaving for spring break had faded hours ago. Sam was reminded once again that he had no home to return to, no plans for a week, which loomed large and lonely ahead of him. He shouldn't let it bother him but it did.

He shook off his malaise. No time to regret his choices. Instead he would use the time to get ahead on his assignments. Grabbing his back pack, Sam headed off to the library.

Outside, he was surprised to see a familiar black car parked across the street and an even more familiar man leaning against it.

"Dean?" Sam whispered. He hadn't heard from his brother since leaving for college and truthfully he'd been afraid that he never would again.

A huge smile lit Dean's face. "Sammy! Let's go!" He gestured for Sam to get in the car.

"Go?" Had Dean come to drag him back to Dad?

Dean's gaze drifted to Sam's back pack. "No studying, college boy. This is spring break; beer, babes and fun. You do remember how to have fun?"

"Yeah, I do." Sam smiled. It seemed home had come to him.

So I was planning out my next story for spawnfic_tues when I realized that naming Katie and Sam's second son Sam jr has created an annoying problem of too many Sam's. Sam Jr. agrees and wants a nickname.

So I ask you dear flist please help me find a good nickname for this child - I bring a small drabble that expresses my his frustration at being called Junior.

Edited to add: I don't know of a canon middle name for Sam Winchester, Sr. Anybody out there know if Kripke gave him one?

Don't Call Me Junior


“That’s it I’ve had it!” thirteen year-old Sam Jr. exclaimed as he stormed into the kitchen.

Katie frowned at her second son. “Sammy what’s wrong?”

“It’s my name,” he groused. “I hate it.”

“Why?” she asked though she had her suspicions.

“It’s always Junior or little Sam or Sammy. I want my own identity.”

She nodded sympathetically. It had always been a sore point with him but she’d never seen him this upset about it. “What did you have in mind?”

Sam shrugged.

Katie smiled and couldn’t help herself. “Well, we could always call you Indiana.”

“Not funny, Mom!”

This drabble was written for the summer challenge at highland_cross & for prompt #63 Summer for crossovers100 . My table is here It's the first time I actually hit exactly 100 words.



Explain This To Me Again

“Are you friggn’ kidding me? You want to teach me how to sword fight?”

“It’s an important skill, if you want to keep your head. Dean, you’ve got to trust me. I’ve been doing this for over 400 years.”

“Well, goody for you. Why I can’t just shoot the bastard and then chop his head off with my machete? Hell, I can decapitate anyone with a big enough shot gun blast to the head.”

Exasperated, Mac explained, “Because that’s not how the game is played.”

“Well, that’s how I’m playing the game.”

It was going to be a long summer.