355. Fairy Tales

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The Fairy Tale Meme!Rules:

1. Post with your character, canon and prefs in the subject line.
2. Comment to other threads and pick a number. (Or let RNG pick.)
3. Thread out the scenarios!
4. Have fun. :D

Choices:

1. Sleeping Beauty: Fallen into a deep, magical sleep, the only thing that can wake you is true love's kiss!

2. The Little Mermaid: Oh no! The

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Lana Lang | Smallville

[feltalone]

6 } { stth if you want, but it doesn't have to be.

[hasperkynipples]

[here, Lana. There's a frog!Dean. Ribbit Ribbit.]

No, it MUST be.

[feltalone]

[...why is there a frog in her apartment?]

[hasperkynipples]

[Sam was supposed to be here to explain this, but then he got hit with his half of whatever fairy tale bullshit that the bitch jinxed them with, and went running off saying something about maidens in fair towers.

As if his brother wasn't crazy enough as it was.

But he'll just stay where he is on the coffee table. Still ribbiting.]

[feltalone]

[She's just...going to pick the thing up and take it...somewhere. She hasn't decided where. The park, maybe?

She'll stand there while she figures it out.]

[hasperkynipples]

[eventually he figures out he has to give her some kind of sign -- it's not like he can talk -- but he'll start to move, amble across the coffee table, and nudge his car keys.

Sam didn't think to take them, thank god.]

[feltalone]

[Well. This frog seems to have a thing for Dean's keys.

...where is Dean, anyway?

She calls for him, still not making that connection between the frog and her man.]

[hasperkynipples]

[He's getting that. When she calls for him, he tries to ribbit louder.

Stupid friggin' curse.]

[feltalone]

[When he doesn't answer (or so she thinks), she goes looking for him, but doesn't search far before she finds a pile of his clothes just...in the middle of the floor.

He's not in the shower, and if he were just naked, he would be seeking her out.

...crap.

She comes back to stare at the frog at bit. The fact that she's even considering it is testament to how weird their life is.]

If you're Dean, show me the first place we had sex in this apartment.

[Because this is obviously something only Dean would know.]

[hasperkynipples]

[That better be something only Dean knows.

He sighs -- only audible if frogs can actually sigh -- before hopping down off the coffee table, through the living room, and coming to a stop under the kitchen table.

Before ribbiting again.]

[feltalone]

[Double crap.]

What happened to you?

[And of course he can't answer, so she sighs and kneels, cupping her hands together and lowering them to the floor.]

Come here.

[hasperkynipples]

[if he had a face, there would be pouting. But for now, he'll just hop on over into her hands and let her pick him up]

[feltalone]

[Lana is making a face. Where is Sam to explain what is going on when you need him?]

Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm not going to have to kiss you like this, am I?

[hasperkynipples]

[there's just silence. because ... yeah, Lana, you are kinda gonna have to.]

[feltalone]

[She understands what this silence means and lets out a big sigh.]

Right. Of course I do.

[But she'll close her eyes and do it anyway.

Even if it's gross.]

[hasperkynipples]

[Dean appreciates the effort and will very much make it up to her.

It takes a second for the magic to work, though, and eventually the frog started to stretch and turn into more of a skin color, and before long a very tall, exasperated, very naked Dean is standing in front of her]

Thank you.