caffienekitty (
caffienekitty) wrote2008-06-04 12:29 am
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SPN Fanfic: Fruit of the Tree (Drabble)
Title: Fruit of the Tree
Rating: GEN, G, pastfic
Word Count: 100 words
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just dreaming.
Warnings: none
Summary: Young Sam and Dean raiding an orchard at John's command.
A/N: Just had this persistent image of them as pre- or early teens, (probably Sam 10 and Dean 14. I don't have an icon the right age :-P ) stealing peaches to stretch the food budget and then it went all arty on me. *shrug* Enh. Posting it anyway. (Not mirrored, LJ only.)
Fruit of the Tree
They pressed themselves against the doors as John slowed. "Five minutes. Go."
Sam and Dean shot from the car like laughing bullets, feet slapping clouds from the dust-choked ditch, chasing each other as their sleek black home and father rolled away. Arms and legs wound them in through the splintered-rail fence and up the heavy-laden trees, monkey-quick and quiet.
Up in the cool green branches, sun-ripened peach musk permeated. Silently grinning, they picked rosy yellow fruit and tumbled it down to the ground.
When home returned for them, their arms were full of summer-sweet, ready for the long road ahead.
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Rating: GEN, G, pastfic
Word Count: 100 words
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just dreaming.
Warnings: none
Summary: Young Sam and Dean raiding an orchard at John's command.
A/N: Just had this persistent image of them as pre- or early teens, (probably Sam 10 and Dean 14. I don't have an icon the right age :-P ) stealing peaches to stretch the food budget and then it went all arty on me. *shrug* Enh. Posting it anyway. (Not mirrored, LJ only.)
Fruit of the Tree
They pressed themselves against the doors as John slowed. "Five minutes. Go."
Sam and Dean shot from the car like laughing bullets, feet slapping clouds from the dust-choked ditch, chasing each other as their sleek black home and father rolled away. Arms and legs wound them in through the splintered-rail fence and up the heavy-laden trees, monkey-quick and quiet.
Up in the cool green branches, sun-ripened peach musk permeated. Silently grinning, they picked rosy yellow fruit and tumbled it down to the ground.
When home returned for them, their arms were full of summer-sweet, ready for the long road ahead.
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Hee.
This was lovely, though. Nice mood in the writing. I can imagine them doing things like this. It would be one of those things that made them stronger as a family but even more isolated from real life.
Thanks!
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(Anonymous) 2008-06-04 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)Sharon
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I love home returning for them :D
perfect, perfect start to the day - thank you!
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I can't imagine John letting them bring peaches in the car after the jam.
Well they aren't 4 and 8 anymore so they are less likely to make a mess since they know they'll be the ones cleaning the car by themselves. That and as soon as they get out of sight of the orchard, the peaches are going in the trunk. ;-)
It would be one of those things that made them stronger as a family but even more isolated from real life.
It's part of the fascination with the Winchester family, I think, that they are so isolated from the normal world and very much a private society of three. *nods*
Re: Poetry
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Speaking of which, I'm about to be very late if I don't get going here. :-P
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I rarely read anything with wee!- or teen!chesters. This, though? So, so happy I clicked this and read.
Thank you.
*hugs you*
*draws sparkly hearts around the ficlet*
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