Comment Fic Time!

[clex_monkie89]

Today is a disgustingly slow day at work, and shows no signs of letting up.

Prompt me with things for comment fic, and I will grab them on lunch and work on them this afternoon.

And, please, something besides just a pairing, even if it's a picture or a single word, mmkay? The more I have to work with, the easier it is for me.

Comments

[dev-earl.livejournal.com]

PROMPT! YAY! Um.

Sam/Dean. Established relationship. Bickering over something. Preferably a silly issue.

Please and thank you. :)

[surevesta.livejournal.com]

J2, Jared is selling Avon (or a similar product)

(yeah I dunno where this came from, probably randomly popped into my head when I was updating employer for someone)

[mourning-night.livejournal.com]

Jess (Sam/Jess?)

Rock concerts - Sam hasn't been to one

[slytherinblack.livejournal.com]

Is there some way to contact you other than your yahoo email? Since I haven't gotten a response from my last message again. (Although you should be able to see the PM I sent you in your LJ inbox still - livejournal.com/inbox

[earthquakedream.livejournal.com]

Sam/Dean/Jess, established relationship schmoop &

[alexseanchai]

Jess's reaction to Constance Welch going for Sam.

[brynspikess.livejournal.com]

An unusual way at Stanford that Sam and/or Jess earned money, that wasn't a job, hooking, hustling, or credit card scams.

Like...

There were only so many bodily fluids a person could sell to make money, and though Sam was willing to sell plasma, he drew the line at sperm. Still, sometimes they would need a little extra money, and then they would have to get creative.

Like, once Jess collected pennies off of the floors and streets for a month. Sam offered to just go to the bank and bring back a few rolls, but she was insistant that every penny she found be "lucky", that there was a power in finding them. Sam didn't have the heart to tell her that she was right, and that that her superstition was exactly what he was afraid of. She took a welding class and turned all thirty-three pennies into a ball of twisted metal about the size of his fist, and sold it on Ebay as a lucky charm to ward off evil spirts. Sam almost failed a midterm because he was up all night bidding on the damn thing, afraid to see it fall into the wrong hands. He spent the last hour of the auction in a bidding war against someone in Topeka, his stomach dropping as the price kept going up. In the last few seconds, though, another bidder showed up and outbid them both. As much as Sam didn't want the charm to fall into the wrong hands, he was glad that he wouldn't have to spend what pretty much amounted to two full paychecks on the damn thing. Jess was beyond thrilled that the charm had sold so well, and for the next few weeks it was all Sam could do to talk her out of making a dozen more.

Five years later, Sam was searching the trunk of the Impala for silver bullets that had gotten loose and rolled around when his eye caught on a glint of light coming from the far back of the trunk. Sam reached for it and pulled out a handful of metal, Lincolns flowing into each other as the sunlight caught on darkened copper. He doesn't say anything about it to Dean, just tosses it back into the shadows of the Impala's trunk and shuts the lid.