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caffienekitty) wrote2008-06-04 12:29 am
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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(that's all)
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.
- - -
(that's all)