Meme!

[cleflink]

I feel like writing today! Help a sister out?

This is called the 'Because Titles Are Hard' comment fic meme because, well, titles are hard. I'm going to use the songs on my computer to steal generate titles for each of the fics you guys prompt me for. Each fic will have something to do with the title of the song that gets chosen. Expect a bunch of AUs and possibly some timestamps, depending on what titles come up.

Want to play? Give me:
- A number between 1 and 4405 (to choose a song off my iTunes list)
- A character of your choice

As long as their fandom shows up on my Master List, any character is fair game (with the exception of new canon characters on Supernatural because I've bloody given up, and Teen Wolf because I've only seen, like, two episodes). If you're jonesing for Doctor Who, I'm familiar with both Classic and NuWho characters.

Yes, more than one person can choose the same character.

My music is organized by album title, so fair warning that you're likely to get Christmas music if you pick a number in the 'C' section.

I'll keep playing probably all week, or until I no longer have any requests. Anyone else who wants to give this meme a try on their own journal is more than welcome to join in! Here's the banner, if you want it:

<img src="http://ic.pics.livejournal.com/cleflink/9514259/48291/48291_900.jpg" alt="titles are hard meme" width="400">

Fills:
Ae Fond Kiss - Dean Winchester

Comments

[runedgirl.livejournal.com]

1106 and Dean. Preferably with a Sammy somewhere in there too :)

Ae Fond Kiss - Winchester gen

[cleflink.livejournal.com]

I was gonna do these in order, but this one practically wrote itself. Reminder that I'm working with just the title, not the lyrics to the song, because it is just way too depressing.

Warning for no beta and gratuitous overuse of conjunctions.

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1106 Ae Fond Kiss - Deirdre Shannon (https://www.reverbnation.com/deirdreshannon/song/12848515-ae-fond-kiss)

It wasn't like Dean wanted Sam to be sick. He was an awesome big brother. And big brothers did not wish the death flu on their little brothers, no matter how much of a pain in the ass they were being.

And it wasn't like Sam didn't already have enough crap to deal with, between Dad being missing and his girlfriend dying and his dream of an apple pie life getting further away with every mile they put on the Impala. All of that stress was probably why he was sick in the first place, honestly; stupid kid had never known how to quit when he was ahead.

Leaving aside the fact that it hurt Dean, somewhere deep in his chest, to see Sam suffering and know that there was nothing he could do to make it stop - no matter how good he was with his fists, his gun, his smile - there just wasn't any reason for him to want Sam sick. It wouldn't teach the stubborn bastard a lesson, it had forced Dean to pass off their most recent hunt to someone else, and Sam was universally recognized as a whiny bitch when he was sick.

So, really, there was no way that Dean was happy about the fact that they'd been holed up in this shit motel for three days while Sam produced more snot than should have fit into his entire giant body and generally got on Dean's every last nerve with his incessant bitching.

Except.

Except he'd gone to Stanford to get his brother back and he'd come away instead with this hulking man-child who seemed to have willfully given up every last part of himself that Dean recognized. This Sam was all about being normal and boring, except for the parts that were focused on getting revenge for Jess' death with an implacable desperation that reminded Dean so much of Dad that it made bile rise in his throat.

If he hadn't known with every fibre of his being that this was his Sammy, he would have suspected he was sharing the Impala's front seat with a shifter, honest to God.

A sick Sammy, though, that he recognized. Sick Sam was all sweat and vomit and lank, rank-ass hair that Dean held back while he puked up his guts in the bathroom. It was orange juice with a straw and no complaining when Dean dumped Sam in his bed so he could strip the sweat-soaked sheets off Sam's. It was Sam counting on Dean to take care of him when he felt like death warmed over, despite all those years at Stanford he'd spent trying to forget that he'd ever trusted Dean that much. Which was… yeah.

So Dean definitely wasn't happy because Sam was sick, but maybe he didn't mind so much as he was going to claim to be once Sam was back on his feet.

And if Dean maybe gave into the temptation to drop a gentle kiss to Sam's gross, sweaty forehead once or twice, just like he used to when Sammy was little and he was wishing him better, well, nobody needed to know but him.

And if Sam ever got up the balls to ask him about it, Dean would just mock him about fever dreams until Sam was too embarrassed to bring it up ever again. Job done.

RE: Ae Fond Kiss - Winchester gen

[runedgirl.livejournal.com]

Ahhhh lucky me! I love this so much, Dean and his reluctant self awareness and stubborn refusal to ever let on :)