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avandell2007-06-06 12:15 am
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Dying When You're Not Really Sick & Let's Hope It's a Good One (Drabbles)
Title: Dying When You’re Not Really Sick
Characters: Dean, Jo (Dean/Jo)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: What I'm saying is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.
Notes: A double-drabble written for thespn_het_love challenge Chick Flick Moments. Title is from a line in Better Off Dead.
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Title: Let’s Hope It’s a Good One
Characters: Dean, Jo
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: New Year’s Eve with Dean and Jo.
Notes: Written for thespn_het_love Chick Flick Moments challenge. Part of the TNverse, though it certainly stands alone. Title is from John Lennon’s “Happy Christmas (War Is Over).”
Characters: Dean, Jo (Dean/Jo)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: What I'm saying is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.
Notes: A double-drabble written for the
spn_het_love challenge Chick Flick Moments. Title is from a line in Better Off Dead.Dying When You’re Not Really Sick
[When Harry Met Sally + Better Off Dead]
“Jo, don’t,” he strangled out. “Please, just don’t,” he said, pushing her away as she leaned in to kiss him.
She frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Like hell, nothing.”
“Can’t we just be friends? There’s no time – I don’t—” His words were cut off as she covered her mouth with his.
When she pulled away, she said, “Dean, there’s no way a girl and a guy can be ‘just friends.’ It’s a law or something.”
He laughed nervously. “Well, maybe we can be a first?”
“What is wrong with you? Does this—Dean, if this has anything to do with that deal you made, I swear I’m going to thrash you into next Sunday.” His silence spoke loudly enough. She sighed. “It’s all right, I’ll be okay,” she whispered against his jaw.
“Two months,” he said. “That’s all I have left.” He looked at her. “It’d be better if it ended now.”
“Two months, Dean. That’s sixty-one days. You’ve got sixty-one days and you’re gonna sit around and mope? I’m not going to let you do that.”
“Oh really?”
“Really. What kind of a friend would I be if I let you do that?” She smiled and kissed him again.
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A/N: The title is a reference to a line from Better Off Dead: “And dying when you’re not really sick is really sick, you know. Really!”
This story is set in my version of what’s to come for S3 – I’ve been working on a story in which Jo arrives in Nebraska to find the Roadhouse in ruins and then meets up with the Winchesters, Bobby, and her mother after the events of AHBL. This ficlet ties in with it, but won’t actually be in the story (unless, of course, I write a sequel, which is possible).
[When Harry Met Sally + Better Off Dead]
“Jo, don’t,” he strangled out. “Please, just don’t,” he said, pushing her away as she leaned in to kiss him.
She frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Like hell, nothing.”
“Can’t we just be friends? There’s no time – I don’t—” His words were cut off as she covered her mouth with his.
When she pulled away, she said, “Dean, there’s no way a girl and a guy can be ‘just friends.’ It’s a law or something.”
He laughed nervously. “Well, maybe we can be a first?”
“What is wrong with you? Does this—Dean, if this has anything to do with that deal you made, I swear I’m going to thrash you into next Sunday.” His silence spoke loudly enough. She sighed. “It’s all right, I’ll be okay,” she whispered against his jaw.
“Two months,” he said. “That’s all I have left.” He looked at her. “It’d be better if it ended now.”
“Two months, Dean. That’s sixty-one days. You’ve got sixty-one days and you’re gonna sit around and mope? I’m not going to let you do that.”
“Oh really?”
“Really. What kind of a friend would I be if I let you do that?” She smiled and kissed him again.
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A/N: The title is a reference to a line from Better Off Dead: “And dying when you’re not really sick is really sick, you know. Really!”
This story is set in my version of what’s to come for S3 – I’ve been working on a story in which Jo arrives in Nebraska to find the Roadhouse in ruins and then meets up with the Winchesters, Bobby, and her mother after the events of AHBL. This ficlet ties in with it, but won’t actually be in the story (unless, of course, I write a sequel, which is possible).
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Title: Let’s Hope It’s a Good One
Characters: Dean, Jo
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: New Year’s Eve with Dean and Jo.
Notes: Written for the
spn_het_love Chick Flick Moments challenge. Part of the TNverse, though it certainly stands alone. Title is from John Lennon’s “Happy Christmas (War Is Over).”Let’s Hope It’s a Good One
[New York Minute]
On New Year’s Eve, the two of them were almost drunk. They’d gotten beer instead of eggnog and sat on the couch with the television on, playing the footage from Times Square. They weren’t really watching, except to check the time.
They came up with resolutions for the new year – Dean said he could make out with fifty women before the year was over, and Jo wagered money he wouldn’t succeed. She then asked him what his real resolution was going to be, and he said, “To forget.”
Jo drained her beer, said, “Yeah, me too,” and opened another six-pack.
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A/N: So this has pretty much nothing whatsoever to do with New York or minutes except for the part where it’s the countdown to New Year’s and Dean and Jo have the TV on with the footage from Times Square. Oh well.
[New York Minute]
On New Year’s Eve, the two of them were almost drunk. They’d gotten beer instead of eggnog and sat on the couch with the television on, playing the footage from Times Square. They weren’t really watching, except to check the time.
They came up with resolutions for the new year – Dean said he could make out with fifty women before the year was over, and Jo wagered money he wouldn’t succeed. She then asked him what his real resolution was going to be, and he said, “To forget.”
Jo drained her beer, said, “Yeah, me too,” and opened another six-pack.
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A/N: So this has pretty much nothing whatsoever to do with New York or minutes except for the part where it’s the countdown to New Year’s and Dean and Jo have the TV on with the footage from Times Square. Oh well.
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I like the role reversal of the first one, with Jo saying that men and women can't just be friends. It was all cute and terribly sad at the same time.
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I'm glad you enjoyed them!
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This story is set in my version of what’s to come for S3 – I’ve been working on a story in which Jo arrives in Nebraska to find the Roadhouse in ruins and then meets up with the Winchesters, Bobby, and her mother after the events of AHBL
I'm working on a fic too where Jo joins the team on the road! :)
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They were good. I've never seen the movie New York Minute, but I think your prompt ties in well, and nice little glimpse into what Dean and Jo might be feeling on New Year's Eve.
The first one was good too. I like that Jo talked him into it, and Jo's mention of the 'can't be just friends' was great, especially since she ending up kissing him so she'd be a good friend (okay, so that's not why she did it, but it tied in well).
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The whole "can't just be friends" thing is, of course, the theme of When Harry Met Sally, and I thought to myself that Dean and Jo in my fic have that same sort of dynamic - they're friends first and foremost, but they could also be more. I also tried to tie in the idea that Dean thinks he'd be (bad pun alert) better off dead than falling in love with so little time left, but I'm not sure I pulled that part off as well as I could have. Having that 200-word limit was killer.
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The second one was originally much, much longer (as in, like 250 words or something). I'd actually written it back in January, and it ended with Dean and Jo making out (Dean getting started on his wager, haha). I like this truncated version much more.
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Loved them.
See now with this whole storyline with the deasl, they have to bring Jo back...
All the fics that are popping out are proof! :D
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Thanks for the comment!
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