the girl who used to dance on fire and brimstone (whiskyinmind) wrote in fandomsbitca,
the girl who used to dance on fire and brimstone
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Title: Girls Like Her
Author: Shona aka Mara
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my sandbox
Summary: Girls like Mary are meant to meet nice men, not dangerous ones with honeyed voices...
Notes: Written for the spn_100 prompt #8: Unrequited



Girls like her weren't supposed to flirt with men. Especially not dangerous men with voices like honey who could make her go weak at the knees with just a glance.

She was supposed to meet a nice man at church, marry him, and spend the rest of her life having children and arranging flowers.

When John spoke to her she knew what he was after – what her Momma had warned her about so many times – but she knew it would be nothing to him.

He had her heart, but she thought maybe she was just another notch on his bedpost.




Title: Hunter Hunted
Author: Shona aka Mara
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my sandbox
Summary: Sam has a secret admirer, she knows it's just a crush but...
Notes: Written for the spn_100 prompt #8: Unrequited


He was surprisingly good at being inconspicuous. But she always noticed him in the crowd; there was something almost magnetic about the way her eyes were drawn to him. And not just her eyes lately.

The first dream (fantasy) had left her gasping. Wanting to know more. Wanting to know him.

So she followed him, subtly. They both needed to use the library – and he spent a lot more time there than most – and she got to like it there.

It was harmless. Infatuation. Sam had never looked at her, but Jess could live with that. At least, for now.





Title: His Type
Author: Shona aka Mara
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my sandbox
Summary: Cassie knows the type, just like she knows she's too smart to fall for it...
Notes: Written for the spn_100 prompt #8: Unrequited


She knew his type, he'd breeze into town and sleep with every available – and some not so available – female. She'd always managed to not be one of the conquests, she was smarter than that.

So why had she fallen for the smile and lifted eyebrow?

Why had she given him her number?

Why was she sitting at home on a Saturday night waiting for a phone call from someone she knew would never call, or at least never call twice?

She knew his type all too well. But right now she knew she would do anything for Dean.

Damn him.
Tags: drabble, fic: spn
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