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[everysecondtuesday]

I know I still have a number of prompts out, not to mention my Castiel/Dean mini bang, backtoschool, and lgbtfest, but I really, really need something happy in my day. Thus, for tonight only, I'm opening prompts for tiny, tiny fic of three to twenty sentences. Yes, I did pull that number out of thin air.

All of the characters and ships I've written in Supernatural and Psych are more likely to get a hit, but I'm open to a slew of other fandoms, including Chuck (caveat: I'm current through only part of S3), In Plain Sight (caveat: I've seen all of S1 & S2, but only bits of S3), Burn Notice, Doctor Who, and a lot of other fandoms you can find in my tags.

All my usual comment fic request caveats still apply, excepting large age gaps if we are talking angels, demons, or vampires. LOOK, I CAN'T DENY THE ALLURE OF CASTIEL, RUBY, AND ERIC NORTHMAN. No one can.

On that note, please, I beg of you: prompt away! Because I am picking and choosing and only keeping this open tonight, there is no limit on the number of requests you can make.

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[architeuthis]

Castiel/Dean: Dean is too out of it to formulate a proper objection to Castiel's brutal regimen of post-coital cuddling.

Whatever Rumors Might Say, Dean Winchester Does Not Cuddle

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Look: Dean Winchester did not cuddle. It was a fact of life. The sky was blue, Sam Winchester whined like a six year old child, Castiel's chapped lips were disturbingly hot, and Dean Winchester did not cuddle.

So what was happening here, with Castiel curled around Dean like a deep sea squid attempting to make friends with a submarine, was absolutely, most definitely not cuddling. Dean had just come for the third time in two hours--which he was convinced had to be some sort of abuse of secret sexy angel powers, because Dean wasn't nineteen anymore and that shit was not normal--and was understandably riding the high of endorphins and lots of really, really good sex. Lying back and taking it seemed like the only feasible course of action. Anyone in Dean's position, faced with merciless hugging while still attempting to scrape together the brain cells to remember their own name, would do much the same.

"Dean," Castiel said. "I need to return to Heaven to check on my brothers." Dean translated this as, "I don't trust the other angels not to have broken anything while I've been gone."

"Five more minutes," Dean mumbled, ridiculously comfortable despite lying in the wet spot and maybe two minutes from falling asleep.

Castiel tightened his arms around Dean and agreed, "Five."

Dean Winchester did not cuddle, but maybe he engaged in some post-coital bliss for a while.

Re: Whatever Rumors Might Say, Dean Winchester Does Not Cuddle

[architeuthis]

THAT SOUND YOU HEAR IS MY EVENING BEING ABSOLUTELY AND COMPLETELY MADE.

BRB :Ding forever.

Re: Whatever Rumors Might Say, Dean Winchester Does Not Cuddle

[vanitashaze]

Castiel curled around Dean like a deep sea squid attempting to make friends with a submarine

I can picture this and IT IS HILARIOUS.

Also, this is almost terminally cute and funny. <3.

[love]

Will you write me AU? Specifically, angel/demon-type AU with my two favorite Naruto characters (you know who they are)?

A Sloth Demon and a Warrior of God Walk into a Field

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She nearly stumbled over the demon on her way to the gates. He was lying in the tall grass under a tree, so perfectly still she'd missed him until she was mere feet away.

"If you're looking for the gates of Hell," he said, sounding bored, "you're nearly there. A few more feet to the left."

"Seriously," Temari said. "You expect me to believe you're a demon?"

"Sloth demon. Name's Shikamaru," the demon said. "Much less trouble than a--what, warrior of God?" He flicked his eyes briefly across her form. "Second level, if I'm not mistaken." His tone indicated he found that unlikely, but that if he were, he didn't care.

Temari extended her fan and said, "Get out of my way and maybe I'll let you live."

"Weren't you listening? I said sloth demon, not guard to the gates of Hell. You want to storm the place, go ahead."

Temari eyed Shikamaru carefully, and normally she wouldn't let it slide, but she had a very long fight ahead of her. Shikamaru rolled his eyes and leaned back under his tree, settling a hat over his eyes. When she returned hours later, dispirited and near disbelieving that her youngest brother refused to return, the sloth demon was still there.

"They never want to leave. Not when they can trade all this--" he waved a hand at the field and the achingly blue sky, "--for a little more power."

"You don't understand," Temari said bitterly.

"No," Shikamaru said, staring straight up into the tree leaves overhead. "I don't suppose I do."

Re: A Sloth Demon and a Warrior of God Walk into a Field

[love]

*giggling so hard* OMG WIN. *laughing so hard*

i hope you find something that inspires

[politicette]

Something with Spencer Reid being adorable. Maybe the BAU throws him a birthday party!

JJ/Prentiss! Or Jordan/Prentiss! Or JJ/Jordan/Prentiss!

The five worst things about having Shawn Spencer for a boyfriend

Mary/Marshall kidfic in which Marshall is the mommy who stays home and bakes cookies and Mary is the daddy who tells the kids all her cool stories about catching bad guys and driving a sweet car and blowing things up

Hardison wooing Parker (and Eliot, if you like) with the power of geek

Hardison and Gus meet at a comic book convention and become either BFFs or sworn nemeses!

Like Destiny Derailed (wow is this silly)

[everysecondtuesday]

It was like destiny, two hands reaching for the final signed copy at once, landing on either side.

"Dibs," Hardison said. "I've totally got dibs."

"You can't call dibs!" Gus said.

In another world, this might have been the beginning of a tale of archenemies and bitter grudges, rivals until the end of time, but in this one, a figure went flying between them, knocking into the table and spilling an extra large mango pineapple smoothie on the tragically unprotected cover.

"You break it, you bought it," the vendor said in a bored tone.

"Shawn!" Gus said in a tone of utter horror.

"Not my fault!" Shawn said, gesturing rapidly and with not a little bit of panic at his assailant.

"Parker!" Hardison said, equally horrified.

"I don't like psychics," Parker said flatly.

Gus and Hardison shared a look of mutual understanding, one that said, We should form a club for worst significant others ever.

The next convention, they each came alone.

Re: Like Destiny Derailed (wow is this silly)

[politicette]

THERE ARE LEGITIMATE TEARS IN MY EYES THIS IS AMAZING

Re: Like Destiny Derailed (wow is this silly)

[scintilla10]

Eee, this is adorable! :DDD

[lizfu]

LOOK, I CAN'T DENY THE ALLURE OF CASTIEL, RUBY, AND ERIC NORTHMAN. No one can.

I know what I'm requesting! :D Give me something with Cas, Ruby, and Eric Northman!!! If anybody could do it, it's you <3

(This is set in a fusion of True Blood (or the Stackhouse books) and the Cas + Dean 4Ever 'verse)

[everysecondtuesday]

An angel, a demon, and a vampire walked into a bar. It sounded like one of Dean Winchester's terrible jokes, but Castiel was not laughing.

"Why," Eric Northman said, lounging insouciantly on his chair like a throne, "should I care about your little apocalypse problem?"

"I don't know," Ruby said, her smile sharp and insincere. "Why should you care if you die an agonizing death with the rest of us?"

"All you need to do," Castiel said, "is ensure the continued survival of one psychic."

Northman went very, very still. "And what," he said slowly, "will you give me in return?"

Castiel had planned to offer Northman his continued life--or rather, undeath--but Ruby suddenly smiled, wide and genuine. "C'mon, angel. This one, at least, is already taken care of."

"What makes you think that?" Northman asked, and his tone hadn't changed, but he was more dangerous now than ever.

Castiel examined him thoughtfully. "We understand firsthand," he said, "what it is to have compromised judgment for a human."

"Speak for yourself," Ruby said. "My human has compromised judgment for me."

[grimalkin]

Dean/Cas; Cas being introduced to some sort of food he's never tried before. Anything from G-rated cuteness to smut (dunno how you feel about food!porn) would be delightful. :)

Edit: Just realized I gave you a food-related prompt and you've been nauseated. :( If that one's a no-go, how about Dean and Cas on a road trip with personal space issues. ^^

Operation Sweet Tooth

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Dean was a pervert and retroactively earning his time in Hell, but he really couldn't bring himself to care.

"Are you sure," Castiel asked, licking the juice running down his forearm, "this is the proper way to eat peaches?"

"Absolutely," Dean said, carefully memorizing the red of Castiel's tongue sliding against his pale skin, his shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows and coat and suit jacket discarded on Dean's bed.

Sam had abandoned them by the second item on the list, but not before shooting Dean one final look that said, I am judging you so hard right now and You owe me for not putting a stop to this and I am totally getting a second motel room far, far away from yours.

"Next," Dean said, his voice embarrassingly hoarse, "I'm going to introduce you to ice cream."

Castiel dropped the peach pit in the trash can next to his chair, then stood and skirted around the table to stand by Dean. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he used his Why must you be awkward about this tone as he said, "Dean, if you want to have sex with me, you only have to ask."

Dean stared.

"I'll say yes," Castiel said bluntly, like he thought Dean wasn't getting it.

"Um," Dean said eloquently.

(When Dean got his act together enough to kiss Castiel, he tasted faintly of whipped cream, peaches, and strawberries. Operation Sweet Tooth was a resounding success.)

and the crossovers go on and on and on and on again!

[vanitashaze]

Burn Notice / Supernatural crossover; Uriel meets Michael and Fiona.

Amy/Anna; redhead contingent of awesome.

"This time, Ruby is the one to save the Doctor."

In which the Leverage team decides (for some reason) to research the Winchesters, Neal Caffrey, the Psych firm, or Michael Weston.

Castiel and the Doctor. How do Time Lords fit into the angels' heirarchal view of the world?

The Angels Have the Phonebox

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Amy twirled around the control room of the Tardis. "It can travel through space and time," she said, smiling wide at Anna while the Doctor tried to usher Anna's friend in the trench coat away from the typewriter.

"What a coincidence," Anna said, stepping in so close Amy could smell her perfume, intriguingly akin to ozone. "So can I."

[bessemerprocess]

Mary, Marshall and care taking of some sort

Walking Pneumonia Is Almost Worth the Soup

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When Mary came down with what she thought was a cold which quickly transitioned into walking pneumonia, her mother was in rehab again, Brandi was on a week long trip with Peter, and Mary had almost been looking forward to a weekend alone. She most definitely had not planned to spend it curled up on the couch, surrounded by tissues and longing for death.

"You look awful," Marshall said.

"I'm near death," Mary managed between several hacking coughs. "What's your excuse?"

"Be nice to the man who brought you chicken noodle soup," Marshall said, holding a Tupperware container aloft.

". . . Did you make it?" Mary asked.

"From scratch," Marshall said.

"You can stay."

Mary didn't spend her weekend alone, but in the end, it wasn't that bad. She even convinced Marshall to bake her brownies, though he drew the line at going on beer runs.

"You're sick," he said.

"Not too sick to kick your ass."

"Then who will cook for you?" Marshall asked.

It may have been the exhaustion in the driver's seat, but Mary ceded the point without a fight for once. Warm brownies in hand, she thought she won anyway.

[the_wanlorn]

Mary/Marshall, forced vacation!
Bones/Booth/Sweets, reunion!
Sam/Fi, BLOWING SHIT UP YESSSSSSS
Shawn/Gus, carnival!

Vacation Is Another Word for Hell (I am skipping to you, because you deserve it)

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"I will end you and all you care for," Mary threatened.

"Right," Marshall said, keeping a careful distance between them as they walked to the elevator doors. "Are you going to start with my dad or yourself? Because either way, I win out in the end, and you are still going on vacation."

"I don't need one," Mary insisted.

"You shot your witness," Marshall said.

"He tried to shoot my other witness!" After a second, "And it was just in the knee. I don't know why he complained when it could've been so much worse."

"His return to his criminal roots is why you still have a job," Marshall said, "and that attitude is why Stan wants you to take a break before the required therapy sessions."

Mary stopped. "Oh, no. That's--that's not even--"

"It's protocol," Marshall said.

"It's bullshit." Mary scowled. "Maybe I could--"

"No," Marshall said.

"You don't even know what I was going to say."

"Just no."

It really said something about Mary's week at home with her family--Marshall had told her to leave the state--that she came back to work more short-tempered and likely to go for her gun.

[regicidaldwarf]

Um, I really want Dean taking Castiel for a ride. One where they're not on a hunt, and Cas doesn't teleport away in five seconds, but a real, formal "enjoy the scenery dammit we drove all this way" ride. :D

ETA: IN CASE IT WASN'T CLEAR I MEANT A CAR RIDE. NOT THE OTHER KIND. ALTHOUGH THAT COULD BE COOL TOO. xD

The Road that Calls You Home

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"Come on," Dean said. "You can spend a day away without them fucking everything up."

"I'm not sure that's true," Castiel said, but he stayed the day anyway.

Since his return, Sam had demanded more and more alone time, and Dean didn't want to push. One plus was that he could load up the trunk with a blanket, a cooler of drinks, and a ton of sandwiches, and Sam would just say, "Have fun on your date," only half-joking, not offering to come with them.

It meant he could chivvy Castiel into the passenger's seat and drive, taking roads at random and telling Cas to enjoy the scenery, Led Zeppelin playing low and easy while Castiel tipped one hand out the window like he was judging their speed by airflow.

Eventually, they would reach their destination, and maybe Dean would finally gather the courage to pull Castiel to the blanket or the grass, to press their mouths together in a quiet question, a silent request to stay much longer than a day this time. Eventually, he'd have to go back to Bobby's and Sam and all the things they weren't talking about. Eventually--

Eventually wasn't now, the leather wrapping of the steering wheel thrumming subtle and familiar under his hands, Castiel a comfortable presence at his side, and the road beckoning them ever onward.

[jmtorres]

Cas/Ruby. Cas finds Ruby in heaven (BECAUSE WHERE DO DEMONS GO WHEN YOU KILL THEM?).

The Ineffability of Chuck

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"This is--unexpected," Castiel said, showing a little tact for once.

"No shit," Ruby said. She'd pretend at being nicer, but she'd been left to her own devices in the world's most boring manicured garden for ages, Castiel knew better, and it wasn't like he would have anything on Alastair even if he did change his mind and decided he went in for torture after all.

"Did you see anyone," Castiel asked, "when you arrived?" His expression was weird, even for an angel.

"Some old dude," Ruby said, deciding to play along for now, because it wasn't like she had anything better to do. "And a squirrelly guy in a white suit."

"Where did they go?"

From the intensity of his voice and the way he stared like he could pry the information directly from her mind--and in the seat of his power, for all Ruby knew, he could--Ruby got the impression this wasn't an idle question. She shrugged. "Don't know. They got into an argument, the guy in white tried to give him back some keys, and finally they both stormed off. It was the last interesting thing to happen around here."

"And what," Castiel said slowly, with the air of one forcing himself not to shout, "happened to the keys?"

"Squirrelly guy threw them at me like they were a cursed obejct," Ruby said, fishing them out of her pocket. "What'll you give me for them?"

--

"You mean to tell me," Dean said much later, when Castiel grudgingly recounted the story, "that you got the keys of Heaven from Ruby, who sold them to you for french fries?"

"Correct," Castiel said, looking pained.

"Wow," Dean said. "Heaven is even more fucked up than I remembered it."