Drabble Contest #1

The first ever "Incubus" drabble contest--prompt 'Sam'-- came to a total of 7 entries (8 if you count the one I wrote, and 6 if you consider that two of them came from deangirl1). It was a difficult decision choosing the winner but after careful consideration the winning drabble was...

BLUEEYESGREEN'S OF FF.NET!

Below you will find all entries with their respective authors listed, Blueeyesgreen's being first in honor of her win. Also, any requests for further drabble contests are more than welcome. Just message or email me the 'prompt' you would like. And of course if you ever just do a drabble for the heck of it about "Incubus", I will happily post it for all to enjoy.

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Drabbles:

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“What about the ponytail with the coke?  Come on, she’s pretty, kind of bookish, and she’s DD, no advantage taken. Go be nice and charming and help get her friends home safe.”

“Sasha…”

“Okay then, red head in the purple tank top.  There’s some definite martial arts background there, and she’s flirting with everybody.”

“Sasha!“

“Fine, the cougar on the dance floor.  She’s been sending come hither glances at you all evening…”
 
Seeing Dean coming back with the next round soon, Sam hissed, “Sasha, I’m
not an incubus, I don’t need to have sex tonight!”
 
“Yeah, but you’re still human.”

~Blueeyesgreen on FF.net

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Dean Winchester: Last Will and Testament

To Sasha, I leave my most valuable possession:

Small graspy hands reaching for comfort.

Small warm hand slipping into mine.

Medium hand clutching my jacket, first day of school.

How to hold a knife, shoot a gun.

Bigger hands clasping a letter.

Missing and missed, reunited.

Brothers first, last, and always.

Fingers madly typing. Chewing on a hangnail.

Geek boy. Prankster.

Big hand comforting on chest.

Grounding me.

Puppy eyes, floppy hair, bitch face.

Samantha, Scully, Sasquatch, Bitch.

Everything, all I have.

Sammy. Sam.

Sasha sighed and a single tear tracked down his cheek.

~deangirl1 on FF.net

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"Sam, your pacing is driving me crazy," Sasha growled, trying desperately to formulate a workable rescue plan in his head.
 
"They have my brother, Sasha! I can't just do nothing!"
 
"We can't go in there guns blazing," the incubus reasoned with him. "They're human. Creepy humans brainwashed by a demon-worshipping cult, but still human. We save humans, remember?"
 
"They're in league with a demon! If they've hurt him...I will end them," Sam swore violently, his eyes blazing yellow with anger.
 
For one brief, unsettling, moment, Sasha was left with the thought that maybe Dean was not the brother who needed saving after all.

~windiain on LJ

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The phone rings once before it is answered by the youngest Winchester.  “Yeah?”
 
“What’s your brother’s favorite fruit?” Sasha asks while staring at the items on the shelf.
 
“Dean really doesn’t eat anything not fried in grease, but I guess he would probably say strawberries. Why?”
 
“Just wanted to know what flavor of lube to buy. Thanks!” the red head replies brightly. He hears the sputtering of choking on the other end of the line before he cuts the call and selects his item off the shelf.
 
He smirks contently to himself, “Too easy.”

~Kat-Elric on FF.net

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A love letter to never see the light of day: Sappy Dean

A moment of passion, time given meaning. A moment without reason, given without asking.

The simple changes in my life that made everything worth while, made everything exciting.

The streaks of red that often fills my vision, a fire that burns for me and me alone. The tangled moments of time without tracking and sharp breathes that warm the flesh. The deep sapphire that draws me in and sets me free, allowing me to write this without worry. I shouldn't care…you won't get to read this anyway.

~Kouken on y!gallery

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Sasha thinks drunk Sam is quick.

Sasha thinks drunk Sam is nimble.

Sasha thinks that drunk Sam can jump over the candlestick that is currently in his way.

Unfortunately, he can’t.

Fortunately for drunk Sam, he has slightly sober Dean to latch onto to prevent him from falling and setting himself on fire.

Fortunately for them both, they have mostly sober Sasha to keep both of them from descending down together and setting both of them alight.

It’s really a good thing that he is there, Sasha thinks.

~mymuseandi from FF.net

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Dean stumbled to the bathroom in the dark. No way in hell was he turning on a light for it to stick daggers in his brain.

He’d never admit it, but he knew he was concussed.

He weaved back to bed, never really awake or alert. Crawled in. Scooted up to spoon the long lanky body. Nuzzled the neck under the shaggy hair.

Breathed in the scent.

Huh??

Oh. My. God.

“Ssssam,” he squeaked and pushed away so hard he flung himself off the bed while he pushed his brother out the other side.

“Should I be jealous?” Sasha chuckled.

~deangirl1 from FF.net

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“Sammyboo, who has the hots for you?”
 
“Sasha, shut up.”
 
“Sammyboy, little succubus toy.”
 
“Dude, knock it off.”
 
“Sammyling, scary demon boy king.”
 
“Dean! Could you call him off already?”
 
Sasha carefully raised his head to give Sam a piteous look, “what’s the
matter, Sam? Don’t you like my singing?”
 
Sam merely threw a death glare at the clearly inebriated incubus.
 
“You see Sammy? This is what happens when you insist on seeing which freak
can hold his liquor better.”
 
Sasha giggled, laid his head back down on the bed and continued the song of
The Demon Boy King.

~Winterheart from FF.net

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And hopefully there will be more to come.