Thursday: 100 Words
It's Thursday! I'm mahmfic if you have forgotten. Today's lovely theme is 100 Words. The prompt can be whatever you'd like but the fill must be 100 words only.
Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
No spoilers in the prompts and if your fill has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
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Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
No spoilers in the prompts and if your fill has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
( Read more... )
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"Why’s Dean pissed off at you this time?"
Sam ducks his head and blushes, and Gabriel muses, not for the first time, that it should be impossible for six foot five of muscle and killer instincts to look so adorable. And yet.
"Aw, c'mon Sammy, share with the class."
Sam mumbles into his collar.
“Didn’t quite catch that, Sasquatch.”
“I said he heard me talking to you. Last night. On the phone.”
Gabriel grins. A perfect opening.
“Let me take your mind off it.”
“How, exactly?”
“I’m thinking some of the things you mentioned last night could be fun...”
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Big brown eyes blink up at him in perfect angelic (ha) innocence. "I don't know what you mean."
Sam snorts and rolls his eyes, but he's long ago given up on trying to get Gabriel to ever fess up to his crimes. His cell buzzes. "Look, he's started calling me now. He must be really pissed. Should I answer it?"
Gabriel arches an eyebrow in well-feined indifference. "If you want to."
Sam accepts the call. "Hey Dean, what's--"
"Dammit, Sam, tell that sonouvabitch angel of yours to give me back my pie!"
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