November Twitfic
Title November Twitfic
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Gabriel, Dean/Sam, Sam/Lucifer, Sam/Lucifer/Gabriel, Dean/Lucifer, Kali/Gabriel/Crowley, Jo/Lucifer, John/Gabriel, Jensen/Misha, Chuck/Gabriel, Dean/Michael
Spoilers/Warnings: One Wincest twitfic at the end, a bit of angst in a few...
Summary: Collection of all twitfics tweeted during November.
Notes: Titling is hard. ._. Also, there is an original twitfic at the very end.
Slippery Situation
(Sam/Gabriel, PG-13)
"Well, this'll put a crimp in my plans tonight." Sam tried again to grab Gabriel's arm.
"What, you're going to let a silly curse get in the way of nailing me to the mattress?" the archangel asked, eyebrows waggling. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Yes, I love having you slip away at a crucial moment."
Gabriel considered that. "We need to break this curse before tonight, then."
"My thoughts exactly."
Strawberries
(Dean/Gabriel, PG)
Dean watched as Gabriel methodically picked all of the strawberries out of his fruit salad. "What's wrong with strawberries?"
Gabriel glanced up, fitting a full leer into three seconds. "Nothing, but they taste better when I eat them off you."
Trust
(Sam/Gabriel, G)
"C'mon, Sambo, let go. I'll catch you." Sam looked down at Gabriel, swallowed and let go.
Romantic Atmosphere
(Dean/Castiel, PG)
Sam raises an eyebrow the next morning, sniffing exaggeratedly. "Incense, Dean?"
Dean scowls. "It was Cas' idea," he says.
Inventive
(Dean/Castiel, PG-13)
For an angel with next to no experience with sex, Cas could be rather inventive. As Dean found out when he introduced him to chocolate syrup.
Bearing Good News, Biblical Style
(Dean/Castiel, mpreg, PG)
Gabriel peered at Castiel, expression oddly serious. "Cas, bro, you making sure Dean-o uses a condom?"
The blue-eyed angel tilted his head. "I...yes. Why?"
"Cause you seem to have acquired a passenger."
Dean leaned in. "What's that mean?" he asked.
Gabriel smirked. "Means you're gonna be a daddy, Dean-o.
" Dean blinked at him for a long minute before sitting down heavily. "Oh."
Cas looked down at himself. "Oh," he echoed.
Gabriel just smirked.
The Emu
(Dean/Gabriel, PG)
Dean scowled, trying to push the emu away with one hand while he cleared the guns off of the table with the other. "Gabriel!" he shouted, flinching as the emu's beak poked him in the side.
The archangel chuckled from the bed. "Aaw, he likes you. Like owner, like pet, I guess."
Dean sighed. "Yes, I love you, too. Now get him off of me." Gabriel snapped and Dean sighed in relief when the large bird disappeared. "You really should keep him on a leash," he said.
Gabriel shrugged. "I could, but that's no fun. And speaking of fun..." He waggled his eyebrows and Dean sighed again.
"No emu?"
"No emu."
"Fine."
A Perfect Match
(Sam/Lucifer, G)
Sam sighs as the store employee takes the hissing cat away. Beside him, Lucifer slumps.
"You don't have to do this," he says, "Animals hate me."
Sam shakes his head. "No, there must be one that doesn't." Lucifer sighs, but doesn't protest further. "How about we go look at some of the more exotic animals?" Sam says, already tugging Lucifer to the back of the store. Snakes hiss as they pass and a monkey screeches. Then Sam stops, staring into a small cage intently. "Luc," he says, "Look at this one."
Lucifer obediently bends over to see. The mongoose stares back, nose twitching. "It's not freaking out," he says, surprised.
"Yeah." Sam waves the store employee over. "We'll take this one," he says. Lucifer just smiles.
Discovering Fanfic
(Dean/Castiel, PG)
"But it's wrong!" Cas said.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Tell me about it."
"It's an aberration, against the will of--"
"I didn't mean that literally, Cas." Dean reached over and pushed the laptop shut. "Just...forget about it."
"But--"
"Cas."
"All right."
Human Danger
(Dean/Gabriel, PG)
Dean glared as the mugger ran off, but didn't give chase. The still form at his feet was more important. Kneeling, he reached out to touch a slender shoulder. "Gabe?" The former archangel uncurled enough to stare blankly up at Dean. "He's gone, Gabe. Come on, Gabe. Talk to me."
Gabriel blinked once, slowly. "...Dean?" The hunter gripped the shoulder a little tighter.
"Yeah, I'm here, Gabe."
Another slow blink. "Cold."
Dean nodded. "Yeah, okay. C'mon, can you stand? Let's get you home." When there was no answer, Dean carefully picked the smaller man up. "Let's get you home," he repeated, softer. Gabriel just closed his eyes again.
Chemistry
(Dean/Castiel, G)
"Dean, the beaker is--"
Dean looked up from his doodling in time to see his lab partner try to save the over boiling beaker. He winced as the liquid sloshed over the rim and onto Castiel's hand, the one not holding the tongs. "Uh, oops?"
Castiel sighed and looked at his hand, which was rapidly turning blue. "It is not toxic," Castiel assured him, "but I think you will be doing your homework alone for the next week." Not giving Dean time to protest, he cleaned up the mess and walked off to wash his hands.
Dean sighed. Great.
Kitchen Mishap
(Sam/Gabriel, G)
Sam blinked up at the ceiling. "Um."
"Sorry," Gabriel offered, his face coming into view. "May have used too much vegetable oil." Sam sighed.
"Clean it up." There was a soft snap and Sam slowly got to his feet. "Alright. New rule. You don't touch a single thing in the kitchen--including the floor--without either Bobby or I to supervise."
Gabriel sighed, but didn't argue. "Do you still want breakfast?"
Sam sighed again. "Yes, but please just snap it up this time."
Grandma
(Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Castiel, G)
"And where's that nice young man of yours, Lucifer?"
"It's Gabriel, Gram. And Sam had tests."
"Oh, of course. Education is so important. And you, Uriel. Where's that charming boy of yours?"
"My name is Castiel, Grandmother. Dean had to work."
"Right. Of course. Such nice young men. Make me wish I was fifty years younger."
The old lady trailed off and Gabriel rolled his eyes at Castiel. Visiting their grandmother was always an exercise in patience.
First Flight
(Dean/Gabriel, G)
"Just hold on tight," Gabriel said, flexing his wings.
"Just don't drop me," Dean muttered.
"I won't," the angel said.
Nesting
(Dean/Castiel, G)
"Nesting," Gabriel announces.
Sam waits as Cas goes by with yet another armful of towels. "You're sure?"
Gabriel nods. "Yep. Dean-o's gonna be a dad."
Sam is quiet for a moment. "He's going to freak."
"Yup," Gabriel says. "It's going to be great."
Got Your Nose
(No pairing, G)
"C'mon, Cas. Smile. Just once." Castiel regarded Gabriel evenly. Gabriel sighed. "You leave me no choice." Reaching forward, he grinned. "Got your nose!"
Castiel blinked and went cross-eyed trying to confirm Gabriel's words. "Gabriel--"
"Never mind, bro."
Not Just A River In Egypt
(Pick applicable pairing, G)
"It's been over a year, dude. Why are you still insisting that it's just a fling?"
The Empty Library
(No pairing, G)
"This is kinda freaky," Sam said softly.
Dean looked around at the rows of empty shelves. "Tell me about it," he muttered.
Joke
(No pairing, G)
"So, you've got a priest, a demon and some string, right?" Sam sipped his beer and nodded.
Gabriel leaned forward. "Wrong. It was a pot."
Sam frowned. "Which one?"
Gabriel grinned. "Does it matter?"
Logical
(No pairing, G)
Dean gaped at the glass shards around him. "You have an ax."
Sam shrugged. "I live with you, don't I?"
Archangel In A Cat
(No pairing, PG)
Sam looked at the cat. "You're an angel?"
The cat hissed. "Archangel," it corrected.
"Right. Archangel. In a cat. Oh, god."
"Not quite."
Disparity
(No pairing, G)
"I don't know. He looks kinda...fluffy," Sam said. The cat regarded him coolly.
Dean raised an eyebrow. "You're calling the devil...fluffy?"
Just A Bit Creepy
(Sam/Lucifer, G)
Sam stared. "You named your cat after me?"
Lucifer looked uncomfortable. "Er..."
"That's a bit creepy, dude."
Lucifer sighed. "I know."
Persuasion
(Jo/Lucifer, G)
“He’s an orphan.”
“He’s human.”
“I’m human, Lucifer.”
The devil looked at the baby, then back at Jo and sighed. “Fine. We can keep him.” He told himself that her wide grin and enthusiastic hug didn’t make his grace feel lighter.
Immaturity In Grown Men
(Kali/Gabriel/Crowley, PG)
Kali opened the front door and immediately ducked. Raising an eyebrow, she considered the two men standing in the living room. “Who started it and why are you using potatoes as missiles?”
Gabriel pointed at Crowley. “He started it and we ran out of pens.” Kali sighed.
“There had better not be any saran wrap on the toilet again.” Ignoring the guilty silence, she proceeded to the office, which was blissfully prank-free. Sometimes, she wondered why she loved those men.
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Safety
(John/Gabriel, G)
Gabriel traced the last symbol on Sam’s forehead and sighed. Strong arms wrapped around him and John rested his chin on Gabriel’s shoulder. “They’re as safe as I can make them,” Gabriel whispered.
“I know,” John replied, just as quiet. “Thank you.”
Good Intentions
(John/Gabriel, G)
John stared. "You lied to me?!"
Gabriel huffed. "Don't flatter yourself. I didn't lie."
"You didn't tell me. Same thing."
The archangel crossed his arms. "And you'd have preferred me to tell you? You would have insisted on coming if I had and then you'd be dead."
John growled. "Not the point, Gabriel. You didn't tell me. What else haven't you told me?"
Gabriel glared at him. "Nothing."
John shook his head. "How can I be sure?"
Gabriel sighed. "You have to trust me. I'll be back when...if you decide you do." With that, he disappeared, leaving John standing in the room alone.
Apologies
(John/Gabriel, G)
"Daddy?"
John glances down at Sam and sighs. "What is it, kiddo?"
"Why are you mad at Gabreel?"
Smiling a bit at his son's mispronunciation of Gabriel's name, John lifts Sam into his lap. "I said some things I shouldn't have," he says carefully. "Gabriel can be...frustrating sometimes and I let it get to me. I'm not mad at him, not anymore."
Sam clenched one small hand in John's shirt. "Then why hasn't he come home?" John sighs again.
"Because he's upset."
"Then say you're sorry," Sam tells him.
"I would if I could, kiddo."
A noise from the door makes them both look up. "Gabreel!" Sam jumped down and ran over to hug the archangel's leg.
"Hey, kiddo. John."
John nodded. "Gabriel."
"Hey, Sammy, why don't you go find out what Dean and Hel are doing?"
"Okay!"
Once Sam was gone, Gabriel stepped closer to John. "Did you...You told Sam..."
"I'm sorry," the hunter said. "I was wrong and upset and none of what I said was true."
Gabriel sagged a bit in relief. "Oh, good. It's just..."
"I know," John said, reaching out to tug the archangel in close. "I know."
Supermarket Serendipity
(Misha/Jensen, G)
Misha is debating between orange juice and Sunny D when he gets run into with a cart. Catching himself on the skim milk shelf, he turns to see who it was that wasn't paying attention.
Expecting some snot-nosed kid, he's startled to find green eyes and kiss-me-now lips on a face that's connected to a body that's most definitely not a snot-nosed kid. "Uhm."
"I'm so sorry. I was looking at the milk. Didn't even see you. Are you okay?" The green eyes are scrunched up in genuine concern and Misha takes a breath.
"I'm fine. But are you okay?"
The guy blinks. "Uh, yeah. Why?"
"Cause I'm sure it hurt, falling from heaven." He hadn't meant to hit on the guy, but when the guy blushed a bright red, he couldn't regret it.
"Oh. I, er..."
"Orange juice or Sunny D?" Misha asked, half serious and half just to keep that flustered look on the guy's face.
"What? Uh, orange juice."
Misha nodded and dropped a container into the guy's cart. "I'm Misha," he said.
"Jensen," the guy said, staring at the orange juice. "Uh, did you...?"
"There's a Starbucks on the corner. Don't suppose you'd like to grab a coffee after this?"
Jensen looked back up at him. "Oh, uh, sure."
"Great. What's next on your list?" Jensen frowned a bit in confusion, but handed over the piece of paper and followed Misha when he started walking.
Misha grinned. Running out of orange juice was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Balloons
(Dean/Gabriel, G)
"Why do you have balloons?"
"Because it's a carnival."
Dean eyed the clump of balloons floating behind Gabriel. "And being at a carnival means you have to have a dozen balloons?"
Gabriel stuck his tongue out. "Of course."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Whatever.
Patient Patience
(Dean/Castiel, G)
Dean ducked the empty kleenex box and grinned as he set the tray down on the bedside table. "You are a terrible patient," he told Cas. The sick man glared at him over the covers.
"I amb sick anb tired," he said. "Ob course I'm a terrible batient."
Dean nodded. "True enough," he said. "You're lucky I like you enough to deal with it." He crushed crackers on top of the soup and stirred them in before holding a spoonful out to Cas. "Now, eat or I'll hold you down and feed you with a straw."
The Enemy Of My Enemy…
(Dean/Lucifer, PG)
He shouldn't be here. He may have been forced into working for a demon, but this was something else entirely.
"Don't think about it so hard," Lucifer murmured against Dean's shoulder. "It's simple. The enemy of my enemy is my friend."
"You're not my friend," Dean huffed.
Lucifer laughed. "Perhaps not. But I don't need to be your friend to do this."
Tugging Dean around, he kissed the human roughly. Dean didn't bother protesting, just went with it.
Working for a demon and in bed with the devil.
Simple.
Like Minds
(Dean/Gabriel, PG)
"Nair in the shampoo?"
"Done it before."
"Saran wrap on the toilet?"
"Possible."
Dean thought for a moment. "We should get Cas, too."
Gabriel lifted his head off of Dean's chest, smirking. "Already done."
Dean pulled him up for a kiss. "You're awesome."
Gabriel grinned. "I know."
Doctor
(Dean/Castiel, G)
Dean's been staring at the ceiling and counting tiles while waiting for the doctor to show up. Finally, the door opens the doctor enters. "Dean Winchester?"
"That's me," Dean says, raising a hand.
The doctor nods and comes closer. Now Dean can see bright blue eyes and light stubble. "I am your doctor, Castiel Novak," the guy says.
Dean stares. "Yes, you are.”
Each One Unique
(Dean/Michael, G)
Dean finds him at the window, watching the snow fall. "They're all unique," Michael says.
Dean hums. "Like us."
Michael turns just enough to look at him, smiling slightly. "Indeed."
Sharing And Caring
(Sam/Gabriel/Lucifer, PG)
Sam usually doesn't mind when his lovers get possessive (point in case: last Tuesday), but he does mind when he gets left high and dry (so to speak) when the argument leaves the bedroom. So, he has to take drastic measures. Like threatening to send the next one to start an argument to stay with Dean and Cas for the week. They learn how to cooperate pretty quickly after that.
May You Live In Interesting Times
(Chuck/Gabriel, G)
Chuck eyed his laptop. He had several nights worth of visions he needed to write down, but he was sort of dreading opening his laptop (courtesy of Becky). He shifted, blinking to push away the edges of the most recent vision.
"Does it hurt to think that much?" Chuck nearly fell off the couch and Gabriel grinned down at him. "Heya, prophet. Got any chocolate?"
Chuck sighed, but pointed at the kitchen before sinking back into the cushions. The visions had been bad enough on their own, but they were nothing compared to keeping up with an archangel who also happened to be a Trickster.
Catch Me If You Can
(Chuck/Becky, G)
"They're creepy, Becky," Chuck said, eyeing the recipe. Becky rolled her eyes. "They're a tradition. C'mon, Chuck, for me?" Which is how Chuck found himself carefully placing gumdrop buttons and hoping he wouldn't have to call the Winchesters.
Childish Pleasures
(No pairing, G)
"Here. Try this one." Cas eyed the cookie Dean set in front of him.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Cookie," Dean told him. "Kids love 'em and, well, you're sort of a kid now, so. Eat it."
Cas blinked att him, but picked up the cookie and took a bite. "It's sweet," he said.
Dean grinned. "Yup." Cas took another bite.
In The Doghouse
(Dean/Sam, G)
Dean sighed. After six hours, it'd become apparent that Sam had been serious about banishing Dean to the other bed. Maybe it was time to rethink his stand on eating in bed.
Original Fic
Not A Tame Lion
(No pairing, G)
Cheyenne leaned in close. "I'd be careful of what you say," she said.
The king's advisor gulped and plucked at his tunic. "Ah, yes, Your Grace. Of course." Cheyenne smiled.
"Good man." She watched him stride quickly away and smiled to herself. So easy.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Gabriel, Dean/Sam, Sam/Lucifer, Sam/Lucifer/Gabriel, Dean/Lucifer, Kali/Gabriel/Crowley, Jo/Lucifer, John/Gabriel, Jensen/Misha, Chuck/Gabriel, Dean/Michael
Spoilers/Warnings: One Wincest twitfic at the end, a bit of angst in a few...
Summary: Collection of all twitfics tweeted during November.
Notes: Titling is hard. ._. Also, there is an original twitfic at the very end.
Slippery Situation
(Sam/Gabriel, PG-13)
"Well, this'll put a crimp in my plans tonight." Sam tried again to grab Gabriel's arm.
"What, you're going to let a silly curse get in the way of nailing me to the mattress?" the archangel asked, eyebrows waggling. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Yes, I love having you slip away at a crucial moment."
Gabriel considered that. "We need to break this curse before tonight, then."
"My thoughts exactly."
Strawberries
(Dean/Gabriel, PG)
Dean watched as Gabriel methodically picked all of the strawberries out of his fruit salad. "What's wrong with strawberries?"
Gabriel glanced up, fitting a full leer into three seconds. "Nothing, but they taste better when I eat them off you."
Trust
(Sam/Gabriel, G)
"C'mon, Sambo, let go. I'll catch you." Sam looked down at Gabriel, swallowed and let go.
Romantic Atmosphere
(Dean/Castiel, PG)
Sam raises an eyebrow the next morning, sniffing exaggeratedly. "Incense, Dean?"
Dean scowls. "It was Cas' idea," he says.
Inventive
(Dean/Castiel, PG-13)
For an angel with next to no experience with sex, Cas could be rather inventive. As Dean found out when he introduced him to chocolate syrup.
Bearing Good News, Biblical Style
(Dean/Castiel, mpreg, PG)
Gabriel peered at Castiel, expression oddly serious. "Cas, bro, you making sure Dean-o uses a condom?"
The blue-eyed angel tilted his head. "I...yes. Why?"
"Cause you seem to have acquired a passenger."
Dean leaned in. "What's that mean?" he asked.
Gabriel smirked. "Means you're gonna be a daddy, Dean-o.
" Dean blinked at him for a long minute before sitting down heavily. "Oh."
Cas looked down at himself. "Oh," he echoed.
Gabriel just smirked.
The Emu
(Dean/Gabriel, PG)
Dean scowled, trying to push the emu away with one hand while he cleared the guns off of the table with the other. "Gabriel!" he shouted, flinching as the emu's beak poked him in the side.
The archangel chuckled from the bed. "Aaw, he likes you. Like owner, like pet, I guess."
Dean sighed. "Yes, I love you, too. Now get him off of me." Gabriel snapped and Dean sighed in relief when the large bird disappeared. "You really should keep him on a leash," he said.
Gabriel shrugged. "I could, but that's no fun. And speaking of fun..." He waggled his eyebrows and Dean sighed again.
"No emu?"
"No emu."
"Fine."
A Perfect Match
(Sam/Lucifer, G)
Sam sighs as the store employee takes the hissing cat away. Beside him, Lucifer slumps.
"You don't have to do this," he says, "Animals hate me."
Sam shakes his head. "No, there must be one that doesn't." Lucifer sighs, but doesn't protest further. "How about we go look at some of the more exotic animals?" Sam says, already tugging Lucifer to the back of the store. Snakes hiss as they pass and a monkey screeches. Then Sam stops, staring into a small cage intently. "Luc," he says, "Look at this one."
Lucifer obediently bends over to see. The mongoose stares back, nose twitching. "It's not freaking out," he says, surprised.
"Yeah." Sam waves the store employee over. "We'll take this one," he says. Lucifer just smiles.
Discovering Fanfic
(Dean/Castiel, PG)
"But it's wrong!" Cas said.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Tell me about it."
"It's an aberration, against the will of--"
"I didn't mean that literally, Cas." Dean reached over and pushed the laptop shut. "Just...forget about it."
"But--"
"Cas."
"All right."
Human Danger
(Dean/Gabriel, PG)
Dean glared as the mugger ran off, but didn't give chase. The still form at his feet was more important. Kneeling, he reached out to touch a slender shoulder. "Gabe?" The former archangel uncurled enough to stare blankly up at Dean. "He's gone, Gabe. Come on, Gabe. Talk to me."
Gabriel blinked once, slowly. "...Dean?" The hunter gripped the shoulder a little tighter.
"Yeah, I'm here, Gabe."
Another slow blink. "Cold."
Dean nodded. "Yeah, okay. C'mon, can you stand? Let's get you home." When there was no answer, Dean carefully picked the smaller man up. "Let's get you home," he repeated, softer. Gabriel just closed his eyes again.
Chemistry
(Dean/Castiel, G)
"Dean, the beaker is--"
Dean looked up from his doodling in time to see his lab partner try to save the over boiling beaker. He winced as the liquid sloshed over the rim and onto Castiel's hand, the one not holding the tongs. "Uh, oops?"
Castiel sighed and looked at his hand, which was rapidly turning blue. "It is not toxic," Castiel assured him, "but I think you will be doing your homework alone for the next week." Not giving Dean time to protest, he cleaned up the mess and walked off to wash his hands.
Dean sighed. Great.
Kitchen Mishap
(Sam/Gabriel, G)
Sam blinked up at the ceiling. "Um."
"Sorry," Gabriel offered, his face coming into view. "May have used too much vegetable oil." Sam sighed.
"Clean it up." There was a soft snap and Sam slowly got to his feet. "Alright. New rule. You don't touch a single thing in the kitchen--including the floor--without either Bobby or I to supervise."
Gabriel sighed, but didn't argue. "Do you still want breakfast?"
Sam sighed again. "Yes, but please just snap it up this time."
Grandma
(Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Castiel, G)
"And where's that nice young man of yours, Lucifer?"
"It's Gabriel, Gram. And Sam had tests."
"Oh, of course. Education is so important. And you, Uriel. Where's that charming boy of yours?"
"My name is Castiel, Grandmother. Dean had to work."
"Right. Of course. Such nice young men. Make me wish I was fifty years younger."
The old lady trailed off and Gabriel rolled his eyes at Castiel. Visiting their grandmother was always an exercise in patience.
First Flight
(Dean/Gabriel, G)
"Just hold on tight," Gabriel said, flexing his wings.
"Just don't drop me," Dean muttered.
"I won't," the angel said.
Nesting
(Dean/Castiel, G)
"Nesting," Gabriel announces.
Sam waits as Cas goes by with yet another armful of towels. "You're sure?"
Gabriel nods. "Yep. Dean-o's gonna be a dad."
Sam is quiet for a moment. "He's going to freak."
"Yup," Gabriel says. "It's going to be great."
Got Your Nose
(No pairing, G)
"C'mon, Cas. Smile. Just once." Castiel regarded Gabriel evenly. Gabriel sighed. "You leave me no choice." Reaching forward, he grinned. "Got your nose!"
Castiel blinked and went cross-eyed trying to confirm Gabriel's words. "Gabriel--"
"Never mind, bro."
Not Just A River In Egypt
(Pick applicable pairing, G)
"It's been over a year, dude. Why are you still insisting that it's just a fling?"
The Empty Library
(No pairing, G)
"This is kinda freaky," Sam said softly.
Dean looked around at the rows of empty shelves. "Tell me about it," he muttered.
Joke
(No pairing, G)
"So, you've got a priest, a demon and some string, right?" Sam sipped his beer and nodded.
Gabriel leaned forward. "Wrong. It was a pot."
Sam frowned. "Which one?"
Gabriel grinned. "Does it matter?"
Logical
(No pairing, G)
Dean gaped at the glass shards around him. "You have an ax."
Sam shrugged. "I live with you, don't I?"
Archangel In A Cat
(No pairing, PG)
Sam looked at the cat. "You're an angel?"
The cat hissed. "Archangel," it corrected.
"Right. Archangel. In a cat. Oh, god."
"Not quite."
Disparity
(No pairing, G)
"I don't know. He looks kinda...fluffy," Sam said. The cat regarded him coolly.
Dean raised an eyebrow. "You're calling the devil...fluffy?"
Just A Bit Creepy
(Sam/Lucifer, G)
Sam stared. "You named your cat after me?"
Lucifer looked uncomfortable. "Er..."
"That's a bit creepy, dude."
Lucifer sighed. "I know."
Persuasion
(Jo/Lucifer, G)
“He’s an orphan.”
“He’s human.”
“I’m human, Lucifer.”
The devil looked at the baby, then back at Jo and sighed. “Fine. We can keep him.” He told himself that her wide grin and enthusiastic hug didn’t make his grace feel lighter.
Immaturity In Grown Men
(Kali/Gabriel/Crowley, PG)
Kali opened the front door and immediately ducked. Raising an eyebrow, she considered the two men standing in the living room. “Who started it and why are you using potatoes as missiles?”
Gabriel pointed at Crowley. “He started it and we ran out of pens.” Kali sighed.
“There had better not be any saran wrap on the toilet again.” Ignoring the guilty silence, she proceeded to the office, which was blissfully prank-free. Sometimes, she wondered why she loved those men.
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Safety
(John/Gabriel, G)
Gabriel traced the last symbol on Sam’s forehead and sighed. Strong arms wrapped around him and John rested his chin on Gabriel’s shoulder. “They’re as safe as I can make them,” Gabriel whispered.
“I know,” John replied, just as quiet. “Thank you.”
Good Intentions
(John/Gabriel, G)
John stared. "You lied to me?!"
Gabriel huffed. "Don't flatter yourself. I didn't lie."
"You didn't tell me. Same thing."
The archangel crossed his arms. "And you'd have preferred me to tell you? You would have insisted on coming if I had and then you'd be dead."
John growled. "Not the point, Gabriel. You didn't tell me. What else haven't you told me?"
Gabriel glared at him. "Nothing."
John shook his head. "How can I be sure?"
Gabriel sighed. "You have to trust me. I'll be back when...if you decide you do." With that, he disappeared, leaving John standing in the room alone.
Apologies
(John/Gabriel, G)
"Daddy?"
John glances down at Sam and sighs. "What is it, kiddo?"
"Why are you mad at Gabreel?"
Smiling a bit at his son's mispronunciation of Gabriel's name, John lifts Sam into his lap. "I said some things I shouldn't have," he says carefully. "Gabriel can be...frustrating sometimes and I let it get to me. I'm not mad at him, not anymore."
Sam clenched one small hand in John's shirt. "Then why hasn't he come home?" John sighs again.
"Because he's upset."
"Then say you're sorry," Sam tells him.
"I would if I could, kiddo."
A noise from the door makes them both look up. "Gabreel!" Sam jumped down and ran over to hug the archangel's leg.
"Hey, kiddo. John."
John nodded. "Gabriel."
"Hey, Sammy, why don't you go find out what Dean and Hel are doing?"
"Okay!"
Once Sam was gone, Gabriel stepped closer to John. "Did you...You told Sam..."
"I'm sorry," the hunter said. "I was wrong and upset and none of what I said was true."
Gabriel sagged a bit in relief. "Oh, good. It's just..."
"I know," John said, reaching out to tug the archangel in close. "I know."
Supermarket Serendipity
(Misha/Jensen, G)
Misha is debating between orange juice and Sunny D when he gets run into with a cart. Catching himself on the skim milk shelf, he turns to see who it was that wasn't paying attention.
Expecting some snot-nosed kid, he's startled to find green eyes and kiss-me-now lips on a face that's connected to a body that's most definitely not a snot-nosed kid. "Uhm."
"I'm so sorry. I was looking at the milk. Didn't even see you. Are you okay?" The green eyes are scrunched up in genuine concern and Misha takes a breath.
"I'm fine. But are you okay?"
The guy blinks. "Uh, yeah. Why?"
"Cause I'm sure it hurt, falling from heaven." He hadn't meant to hit on the guy, but when the guy blushed a bright red, he couldn't regret it.
"Oh. I, er..."
"Orange juice or Sunny D?" Misha asked, half serious and half just to keep that flustered look on the guy's face.
"What? Uh, orange juice."
Misha nodded and dropped a container into the guy's cart. "I'm Misha," he said.
"Jensen," the guy said, staring at the orange juice. "Uh, did you...?"
"There's a Starbucks on the corner. Don't suppose you'd like to grab a coffee after this?"
Jensen looked back up at him. "Oh, uh, sure."
"Great. What's next on your list?" Jensen frowned a bit in confusion, but handed over the piece of paper and followed Misha when he started walking.
Misha grinned. Running out of orange juice was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Balloons
(Dean/Gabriel, G)
"Why do you have balloons?"
"Because it's a carnival."
Dean eyed the clump of balloons floating behind Gabriel. "And being at a carnival means you have to have a dozen balloons?"
Gabriel stuck his tongue out. "Of course."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Whatever.
Patient Patience
(Dean/Castiel, G)
Dean ducked the empty kleenex box and grinned as he set the tray down on the bedside table. "You are a terrible patient," he told Cas. The sick man glared at him over the covers.
"I amb sick anb tired," he said. "Ob course I'm a terrible batient."
Dean nodded. "True enough," he said. "You're lucky I like you enough to deal with it." He crushed crackers on top of the soup and stirred them in before holding a spoonful out to Cas. "Now, eat or I'll hold you down and feed you with a straw."
The Enemy Of My Enemy…
(Dean/Lucifer, PG)
He shouldn't be here. He may have been forced into working for a demon, but this was something else entirely.
"Don't think about it so hard," Lucifer murmured against Dean's shoulder. "It's simple. The enemy of my enemy is my friend."
"You're not my friend," Dean huffed.
Lucifer laughed. "Perhaps not. But I don't need to be your friend to do this."
Tugging Dean around, he kissed the human roughly. Dean didn't bother protesting, just went with it.
Working for a demon and in bed with the devil.
Simple.
Like Minds
(Dean/Gabriel, PG)
"Nair in the shampoo?"
"Done it before."
"Saran wrap on the toilet?"
"Possible."
Dean thought for a moment. "We should get Cas, too."
Gabriel lifted his head off of Dean's chest, smirking. "Already done."
Dean pulled him up for a kiss. "You're awesome."
Gabriel grinned. "I know."
Doctor
(Dean/Castiel, G)
Dean's been staring at the ceiling and counting tiles while waiting for the doctor to show up. Finally, the door opens the doctor enters. "Dean Winchester?"
"That's me," Dean says, raising a hand.
The doctor nods and comes closer. Now Dean can see bright blue eyes and light stubble. "I am your doctor, Castiel Novak," the guy says.
Dean stares. "Yes, you are.”
Each One Unique
(Dean/Michael, G)
Dean finds him at the window, watching the snow fall. "They're all unique," Michael says.
Dean hums. "Like us."
Michael turns just enough to look at him, smiling slightly. "Indeed."
Sharing And Caring
(Sam/Gabriel/Lucifer, PG)
Sam usually doesn't mind when his lovers get possessive (point in case: last Tuesday), but he does mind when he gets left high and dry (so to speak) when the argument leaves the bedroom. So, he has to take drastic measures. Like threatening to send the next one to start an argument to stay with Dean and Cas for the week. They learn how to cooperate pretty quickly after that.
May You Live In Interesting Times
(Chuck/Gabriel, G)
Chuck eyed his laptop. He had several nights worth of visions he needed to write down, but he was sort of dreading opening his laptop (courtesy of Becky). He shifted, blinking to push away the edges of the most recent vision.
"Does it hurt to think that much?" Chuck nearly fell off the couch and Gabriel grinned down at him. "Heya, prophet. Got any chocolate?"
Chuck sighed, but pointed at the kitchen before sinking back into the cushions. The visions had been bad enough on their own, but they were nothing compared to keeping up with an archangel who also happened to be a Trickster.
Catch Me If You Can
(Chuck/Becky, G)
"They're creepy, Becky," Chuck said, eyeing the recipe. Becky rolled her eyes. "They're a tradition. C'mon, Chuck, for me?" Which is how Chuck found himself carefully placing gumdrop buttons and hoping he wouldn't have to call the Winchesters.
Childish Pleasures
(No pairing, G)
"Here. Try this one." Cas eyed the cookie Dean set in front of him.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Cookie," Dean told him. "Kids love 'em and, well, you're sort of a kid now, so. Eat it."
Cas blinked att him, but picked up the cookie and took a bite. "It's sweet," he said.
Dean grinned. "Yup." Cas took another bite.
In The Doghouse
(Dean/Sam, G)
Dean sighed. After six hours, it'd become apparent that Sam had been serious about banishing Dean to the other bed. Maybe it was time to rethink his stand on eating in bed.
Original Fic
Not A Tame Lion
(No pairing, G)
Cheyenne leaned in close. "I'd be careful of what you say," she said.
The king's advisor gulped and plucked at his tunic. "Ah, yes, Your Grace. Of course." Cheyenne smiled.
"Good man." She watched him stride quickly away and smiled to herself. So easy.