hoodie_time | Challenge 2: A Dean-focused SCHMOOPFEST! (fic and/or art accepted) / GENERAL INFO & RULES

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A Dean-focused
SCHMOOPFEST!

PIMP IT!

The Basics:

I think we could all use a little schmoop this hiatus! So, for the month of June, from today up to and including June 30th, I challenge you to write a fic or create a piece of art featuring one (or more, if you’re extra-crafty) of the following schmoopy prompts - with Dean as the one getting all schmooped up, of course.

Schmoop is the name of the game, so your fic/art does not have to include sick!Dean or any kind of hurt/comfort - it’s optional. (Albeit extremely awesome.)

This is a very easygoing challenge, and is done a bit differently than our other challenges in that you can participate anonymously if you'd prefer. I know some people are embarrassed by their schmoopy tendencies. ;D Whatever for, I do not know.

Schedule:

Posting period

June 1st through to June 30th, submissions to be linked or posted right here in this post
(+ directly to the comm if you'd like!)

Prompts:

Prompt #1: hugs/cuddling

Prompt #2: bed-sharing

Prompt #3: Dean wearing Sam’s hoodie!

Prompt #4: clothes-sharing (i.e.; Dean wearing Castiel’s trenchcoat, pre-series fic with Dean wearing daddy Winchester’s leather coat, or any other variation of clothes-sharing you can think of.)

How this is going to work:

Before we get started: Anonymous posting is enabled and IP tracking is off in case you’re embarrassed by your schmoopy tendencies. Seriously, feel free to be RIDICULOUSLY schmoopy – it’s good for you.

01. There's no need to sign up for this challenge. If you choose to participate, you will have the month of June to write/create art for any of the above schmoopy prompts. Your fics may be full-length or comment-fic length. You can comment to this post with a link to your submission on your journal, or you can comment to this post with your submission in the comments the way you would a comment-fic. If you go longer than one comment, you can reply to your original comment until you have finished posting. And if you choose to post your submission to the comm at any time, that’s great too. Please see what tags are suitable to use in the FAQ, below.

02. People can follow this post and give you love.

03. At the beginning of next month I’ll make a new post with the hopefully schmoop-filled masterlist!

Posting:

All I ask is that when you comment to this post with your fic/art/whatever, you put your title, (if you have one) what prompt you chose, the genre/pairing; e.g.; gen or Sam/Dean, etc., and spoilers (if applicable) in your subject line - or, if there isn't enough room, in the first line of your comment. Please make sure anything porny is clearly marked as such as well, and adhere to LJ's TOS when posting images.

See guideline #1 for more info on posting.

FAQ:

Here are the answers to some questions you may have about the challenge (including a definition of schmoop if anyone is unclear on that.) Feel free to PM me or e-mail me at hoodietime [at] gmail [dot] com if you have any others.

--> Schmoop is generally categorized as fic/art with minimal angst, the kind that gives you that “awwww” feeling. But no worries - nothing will be turned away for not being schmoopy enough or whatever. I know a prompt can run away with a writer and I think it’s great when it does. So angst is fine as well as pure angstless fluff, but as a general rule the comfort should overwhelm the angst in the end.

--> No, your fic/art for this challenge does not have to include sick!Dean or any kind of hurt/comfort, although it would certainly be appreciated.

--> All genres and pairings are loved and accepted here, however this is not an RPF comm. Fictional characters only, please.

--> Fics can be as short or as long as you’d like, and WIPS are fine.

--> Yes, any type of art that fits a prompt is awesome also. Drawings, icons, picspams, etc. - it's all good!

--> You can submit as many entries as you want.

--> As I said above, anonymous posting is enabled and IP tracking is off, so don’t be scared to be as schmoopy as possible!

--> There will be no extensions for this challenge. Entries are due anytime up to and including June 30th. If your submission is posted/linked in the comments to this post by June 30th, you can use the .challenge 2 tag whenever you post, before of after the challenge is over. If you write any fics/have art for this challenge after that date, it won’t be part of the masterlist, but please use our new .amnesty tag and post it to the comm anyway. We’d LOVE to see it whenever!

Okay! Let’s whip up some schmoop!

ETA: The schmoopfest masterlist is now up HERE. Check it out!

➽ This post was compiled by

maypoles and is posted under this account for organizational purposes.

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Chicken Pox. The one illness that you were only supposed to get once – Dean couldn't believe he'd managed to catch the damn illness twice. The disease that combined the nastiness of the flu with itchy, red marks on your body – and in his case, they'd decided to settle in two of the worst possible areas – his small of his back and his feet. Who the hell got stuck with chicken pox on their feet? So here he was, curled up under the covers of the bed, trying to ignore how much his feet were in agony. He didn't even notice how much his back itched for all his feet burned and begged to be scratched. Wearing socks was out of the question, that just made things worse. Shivering, he pulled the blankets closer and glared at the other bed in the room – the empty bed. Sam had gone off to get supplies – and dinner, though how Dean was going to keep anything other than broth down, he had no idea. The first time he'd had this rotten bug, Sam had gotten it too – they'd been eight and four, Dean had brought the illness home from school. The way you were supposed to catch chicken pox, not from sitting in a diner next to a family of six kids. Okay, so maybe that family wasn't the responsible party, but they were definitely on his list of suspects. Shuddering again, he rubbed his left foot against his right – the one that itched more. He didn't care about getting scars. What was a few pox scars compared to the more serious ones he had? He was lost in a sort of pain-relief bliss that he didn't hear the door open.

“Dude, you're not supposed to scratch those.”

“Shut up, Sam.” He snapped, but stopped moving his feet. He'd relieved the bother for now. He listened to his brother go through the few bags he'd carried in and then head into the bathroom. A moment later, he heard the water in the shower running. “What the hell are you doing?”

Sam came back out and pulled the covers back. “Come on...”

“Damn it!” Dean fumbled for the blankets – the room was cold.

“Trust me.” Sam hauled his older brother out of bed and into the bathroom. “Don't you remember? When we had this the first time? Pastor Jim had us take a bath in baking soda – it will help with the itching.”

“A bath? Seriously Sam?” He can't remember the last time he had a bath voluntarily. He sat down on the closed toilet lid, not wanting to admit how tempting the tub that was filling with steamy water looked.

“It'll help. You take a bath and I'll take care of dinner.” He turned the water off, picked up the box of baking soda – added a second shaking to the already generous amount he'd put in to begin with and then headed back into the room.

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Muttering to himself, Dean undressed and lowered himself into the hot water. As he settled, the pain in his feet twinged for a moment and then eased. Leaning back, he had to admit, this did feel good. The cold porcelain of the back of the tub felt good against his feverishly warm shoulders. The tub wasn't long enough for him to lie completely flat, but after a moment of adjusting, he was able to be comfortable with just his knees above the surface of the water. That was easily remedied with a washcloth. The itchiness on his back that he'd only noticed a minute ago was fading as well. He reached up and shoved the shower curtain along the rail, cutting him off from view. There were a few things he drew the line at in terms of modesty – and Sam seeing him naked when he wasn't completely incoherent was one of them.

He heard his brother come back into the room. “I'm going to leave you a change of clothes out here, so you don't have to dig through your bag.”

Sinking down deeper into the warm water, Dean closed his eyes. “Thanks, Sam.”

“Feeling better?”

“Much.” The baking soda was easing the soreness of his skin and the hot water was doing a good job of keeping his chills at bay. He picked up the second washcloth and dropped it into the water.

“I'm going to go get dinner – I'll be back in about fifteen minutes.”

Dean bit of the retort that there was almost nothing he could eat at the moment and simply said. “Okay.” He closed his eyes as he heard the outer door open and then shut and the lock was snapped into place. He rung out the washcloth that he'd dropped in the water and set it against his face. Oh yeah, that made him feel much better. Maybe it was a combination of the soothing water and the fact that as he rubbed the cloth against the back of his neck – he felt a little cleaner than he had ten minutes ago. Reluctantly, he sat up and pulled the plug. As he stood and pulled the curtain back, he dried himself off and frowned at the pair of flip-flops Sam had left with his clothes. Neither of them had owned a pair of what had to be the most useless shoes in existence since Sam was in college – he only admitted to having them because everyone at Stanford had at least one pair. Grumbling, he stuffed his feet into the offensive shoe, thankful that the pox were on the tops of his feet and not the soles. The last article of clothing in the pile wasn't his – it was Sam's.

Another tiny smile played on his lips as he pulled his brother's hoodie over his head. The sleeves came well past his arms. The sweatshirt was even a size to big for it's owner, so he was practically swimming it it. But it made him feel better. As he shuffled back into the room, he heard the door open and Sam came in, carrying two brown paper bags. A warm, tempting smell of garlic wafted across the room towards him. “Smells good.”

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“Hope it's good.” Sam replied as he locked the doors, remembering to throw the chain and the weird latch whose only real purpose was the hold the door open if you were loading or unloading your car. “Come on and eat, while it's still hot.” He took a large Styrofoam container from one of the bags and set it down, along with a spoon at one of the places at the table.

Dean made his way over to the table and sat, sniffling faintly. “What is it?”

“Trust me, you'll like it.” Sam said, sitting down opposite of him and pulling out his own container and spoon.

Not wanting to argue that the last time his brother had told him that, the food in question had been rhubarb pie – clearly something that didn't deserve the honor of being pie – he opened the container and looked down at the soup within. It was a distinct red color and in an instant, Dean knew what type it was. As he picked up his spoon and stirred the broth, he confirmed his suspicion. He knew Sam didn't know about their mom's tomato rice soup and how she used to make it for him when he was sick. He'd never mentioned it and kept the memory of the times his mom had made it for him tucked away in his mind for his own private viewing. He lifted the spoon to his lips and drank.

“Good?” Sam said from across the table, a spoonful of New England Clam Chowder halfway to his mouth.

“It's great, Sam.” He said with a tiny smile as he took another sip. “Tomato rice?” He said it in a manner that sounded surprised – as if the combination was almost absurd.

“Yeah, they were out of beef barley – that'd probably would have been better for you.”

“This is perfect Sammy.”

And it was.