Drabble: O'Neill's Fishing Holiday, SG-1

Title: O’Neill’s Fishing Holiday
Fandom: Stagate: SG-1
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: G
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 100 word Drabble
Note: Jack is always good for a giggle.
Summary: General Jack sneaks away for some fishing.

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O’NEILL’S FISHING HOLIDAY

Jack O’Neilll stepped through the Gate. He was dressed in khaki pants and a very ugly Hawaiian shirt and was carrying a fishing pole and a small cooler. He headed down the dirt path to his destination when the Gate closed. He’d made it!

He whistled, thinking about fishing. And beer. He wasn’t sure if there was beer here or not but he’d brought a few bottles in his cooler, just to be on the safe side.

Of course there was beer! If Harry Maybourne was King, there had to be beer. Lots of beer.

“Jack! Ready to go fishing?”

~end~

Drabble: Being Human, Supernatural

Title: Being Human
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG-13
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 200 word Double Drabble
Summary: Cas and Dean are the perfect pair, like Legolas and Gimli.

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BEING HUMAN

Castiel lay in bed in the shelter and thought about Dean. He thought he understood him but now he saw just how much Dean cared. He’d never realized just exactly how frail human life was and how much Dean sacrificed for him. There were terrible things about being human, pain and hunger especially. Smells, oh dear God, the smells were awful but on the good side were things like good food and a hot shower.

Dean ignored them all (sometimes) to make sure he was safe, to make sure Sam was safe as well. He spent most of his life looking after someone else.

Cas thought he’d understood love but now he knew he hadn’t understood it at all. He wondered if he’d ever see Dean again. When he did, he wanted to make sure that Dean knew how much he loved him and appreciated all the things Dean had done for him. Maybe he’d throw his arms around Dean and kiss him right on the lips. He blushed at the thought. Would Dean like that? Probably not. He seemed to prefer the touch of females.

Maybe he’d just shake his hand and pat him on the back.

Maybe not.

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