Supernatural - 2 random Sam drabbles

[charybdis]

Sam isn't allowed to cook spaghetti. He always over-salts the water, has a tendency to stand at the stove, tense and holding the tongs awkwardly, as though expecting the pasta to writhe out of the pot.

Jess thinks it's ridiculous, but it's a quick, easy dinner, and whatever his issues with cooking spaghetti, Sam doesn't have a problem with eating it.

So it's Jess's job to watch over the pot of boiling pasta, while the noodles wave lazily in the roiling water, twining about like grasping fingers.


His army is made of pottery. And though he's heard of the terra cotta army -- Anthropology 101 -- that's not what he means. That's not his history to claim.

His army was grown in a field, out of dragons-tooth pot shards.

That is his myth, the tradition that worked into his head when he was just old enough to read, stolen library book in his lap as the world sped by around him, awaiting the day when he would transform his childhood myths into a brand new pantheon of tyranny and power.