Re: i am sorry, this is not really fic.gabby_silangMarch 30 2010, 04:40:22 UTC
"Thanks, Agent Hamlet."
AAAAAAAAAHAHAHA.
Chriiiiiist and Mulder would just assume, once they ran into him, that Cas was ONE OF THE SMOKING MAN'S MEN. On account of the cheap suit and unblinking, vaguely patronizing stare. He'd be all yelling at the guys, "YOU'RE NOT FBI! WHO ARE YOU. WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR??"
And Cas is all o_o
And Mulder's all o_O????????
And Scully's all "Oh, ffs, he's an angel." On account of her SPECIAL POWERS OF CATHOLICISM.
Job (Castiel, Scully; night of the living gen.)22by7March 30 2010, 20:08:46 UTC
I AM SO SORRY. I wrote a sitcom.
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She's at the door, gun cocked and her phone at one ear, and she's not done spitting out the coordinates when he materialises in the morgue in a flash of beige and navy blue.
He walks to the table and peers down at her most recent un-dead. He frowns a little; then his face clears and he nods. It's a little absurd. She's about to ask him if he's just going to stare at the poor woman all night when he opens his mouth, as if to say something.
Closes it again, as if embarrassed.
Then he picks up the nearest pair of rib shears and begins bashing them haphazardly into the body's heart. Scully is across the room in a clatter of heels and shock, the image of the blood spattering onto his coat, the total impassivity of his face, burned into her retinas.
She has seen violence committed on bodies living and dead, violence extraordinary in its variety and intent, but Castiel is an angel, and Castiel is good, a tiny voice insists. A little-girl voice, caught breathless by this moment of betrayal
( ... )
Kings (Castiel, Scully; R but it stands for ridiculous)gabby_silangMarch 30 2010, 22:23:49 UTC
Out the window and to the east is a siren. It’s carried in on a breeze that chills the sweat in the corners of her elbows, the space behind her ears, the backs of her knees where he’s holding her open, the long line of her spine curving on and off the kitchen table. Castiel smooths the edge of a palm up the inside of her leg to cup the hollow where her thigh meets her hip. He’s watching the dip from her mouth to her chin as he slips the pad of a thumb slick inside her
( ... )
Re: i am sorry, this is not really fic.maychorianMarch 30 2010, 10:52:58 UTC
MWAHAHAHA I have given you all the GEN DISEASE. It's like gum disease only no one bleeds from the mouth except maybe Castiel when he over-exerts himself.
(Seriously, I was kind of amazed at how few pairing prompts were turning up in this thing.)
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AAAAAAAAAHAHAHA.
Chriiiiiist and Mulder would just assume, once they ran into him, that Cas was ONE OF THE SMOKING MAN'S MEN. On account of the cheap suit and unblinking, vaguely patronizing stare. He'd be all yelling at the guys, "YOU'RE NOT FBI! WHO ARE YOU. WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR??"
And Cas is all o_o
And Mulder's all o_O????????
And Scully's all "Oh, ffs, he's an angel." On account of her SPECIAL POWERS OF CATHOLICISM.
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She's at the door, gun cocked and her phone at one ear, and she's not done spitting out the coordinates when he materialises in the morgue in a flash of beige and navy blue.
He walks to the table and peers down at her most recent un-dead. He frowns a little; then his face clears and he nods. It's a little absurd. She's about to ask him if he's just going to stare at the poor woman all night when he opens his mouth, as if to say something.
Closes it again, as if embarrassed.
Then he picks up the nearest pair of rib shears and begins bashing them haphazardly into the body's heart. Scully is across the room in a clatter of heels and shock, the image of the blood spattering onto his coat, the total impassivity of his face, burned into her retinas.
She has seen violence committed on bodies living and dead, violence extraordinary in its variety and intent, but Castiel is an angel, and Castiel is good, a tiny voice insists. A little-girl voice, caught breathless by this moment of betrayal ( ... )
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Um. Is it wrong that I think the last line is in fact hilarious? And. yeah.
pairing I never knew I wanted.
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*loses shit* KIDS. KIDS. OH GOD Castiel asks Dean if they can go on a double date and Dean is like. :|
Making people sprain something from all that consternation, Castiel you are learning the wrong skills from your very tall friends.
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(Seriously, I was kind of amazed at how few pairing prompts were turning up in this thing.)
You guys are awesome.
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