Drabble Drop

Feb 21, 2012 17:17

Drabbles posted on twitter for the lovelybballgirl3022's birthday. Now bought to LJ by my obsessive need for everything to be together.

Title: Heat
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Summery: Castiel goes into Angelic Heat.

Apparently Angels go into heat. Who knew? They’re so damn secretive that it’s no wonder Sam never found anything during his research but apparently angelic mating cycles come round ever 1000 years and currently Cas was going through his.

And every demon, angel and monster on the face of the planet seemed to know it and was trying to crawl up the angel’s ass. Armed with this knowledge Dean was extra vigilant and extra invested in killing things. Sam was just floundering.

“Maybe I should simply allow one of them to mate with me?” Castiel suggested. He looked uncomfortable with the idea. “Balthazar…” He tried but the words stuck in his throat. Dean slammed his hand down on the table.

“Fuck, no, Cas. Balthazar is…don’t you want to have sex with girls?”

Castiel shot him a disgusted look. “I am in heat, Dean. I need to be penetrated.”

Dean coughed and adjusted himself surreptitiously. “Right. Right.”

“There isn’t anyone you like?” Sam asked. He was completely out of his depth here but Castiel should at least give up his angelic virginity to someone he could stand to look at in the morning.

Castiel’s eyes flickered to Dean. “Someone.” He said awkwardly.

Sam stood up, grabbing his coat. “I’ll just leave you two to it then.” He said, heading out the door before Dean could stop him. He had a couple of angry voice mails when he checked his phone later but he came back the curtains drawn, the door of their motel room in locked and he had to sleep in the car.

Of course nine months later they had something else to deal with.

Title: Cravings
Rating: PG
Pairing: Michael/Adam
Summery: How Adam breaks the news of his pregnancy to Sam and Dean

“Ice cream.” Adam said. He paused for a moment. “And pickles. Ice cream and pickles sounds really good right now.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “You what?”

“You said you were running out to get lunch right? I want ice cream and pickles.” Adam said, rolling onto his back and reaching for the comic book he’d been idly leafing through.

“That’s not real food, Adam.”

“Yeah it is. Old family favourite. Mum said it’s all she used to eat when she was pregnant with me.”

“Pregnancy cravings, Adam. You’re not pregnant.” Dean called from the bathroom. A moment later he poked his head round the door. “Are you?”

Adam smiled serenely. “As a matter of fact…”

rating: pg-13, supernatural, adam/michael, pg, drabble, dean/castiel

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