Fic: Gone Fishin'

[mismatch_me]

Title: Gone Fishin'
Author: mismatch_me 
Rating: PG-13 for language
Characters/Pairings: Castiel/Dean, Sam/Gabriel, God, brief Metatron apperence (because Alan Rickman will always and forever be the voice of God in my mind, no matter what Kripke says) 
Spoilers: If you know Cas and Gabe, all's well.
Warnings: Complete and utter silliness. And swearing, but

Comments

[mismatch_me]

*pulls you out* don't hidddeee! I lerve you for this! Thanks! :) it stopped snowing, btw's. Its now raining like Noah's about to start buying lumber or something. >

[mulder200]

"And you still can't sense Dean through your soul bond thing?" Castiel rolled his eyes before answering.

"No, brother. I cannot, and if you do not please shut the fuck up I will not hesitate to skewer you on my sword." When Gabriel didn't say anything, Castiel nodded and settled back into the chair. "Thank you."

LOL!

And I love how God shows up to give the boys "the talk" proving that he's not that crappy of a father.

[mismatch_me]

*squees* oh, snap. I'm so happy you liked it. :D THANKS

[mismatch_me]

YES! Thats exactly what you should have taken out of it! Thank yoooouuu!

[aerilex]

"Make this make sense, Sam."

LMAO. Just...yeah.

"What're we playin’, babe?" He asked.

Castiel grinned, looking up. "Go Fish."

Adooorable.

Loved it. :)

[mismatch_me]

The last part made me giggle with happiness when I wrote it, I'm happy someone else liked it too. THANKS! :)

[storm_rain]

(eeps) God totally rules the Mess With My Offspring And I Will Kill You speech. The ultimate Father Sitdown.
Is it weird that whenever I see Metatron I think Dogma and Alan Rickman? ^-^' Hehehe.
This was so hilarious! I giggled like a little girl A LOT.