Twitfics, while i'm at it.
Random twitfics from a couple months ago? Also, yeah. Sorry about formatting/grammar. It pisses me off, too. *lazy*
(@Ginnna) Gabriel/Crowley, beach
Gabriel was drawn to the water like a moth to a flame. Perhaps It had something do to with his 'element' being water, but Crowley never
objected. He'd be a fool to, when Gabriel stood in the surf, wet and grinning, happy. The first few times did not go over well, as
Gabriel leaned toward the more salty seas, which didn't bode well for Crowley. Eventually, Gabriel caught a clue, and the next venture was a
tropical freshwater venue. Still, Gabriel reached out to him, beckoning. "Tell me you know how to swim," the archangel baited.
Crowley just snorted, sipping his scotch. "Have you seen this tailoring? Like hell." But Gabriel just laughed, sending a stream of water at Crowley.
"Not gonna let you drown." All Crowley heard was the unspoken 'not gonna let you DOWN." The suit was discarded and folded, and he
extended his hand to Gabriel.
"I'm not afraid, moron." But Gabriel's expression said it all: seaside, earthbound, heaven or hell...they were all afraid. "If it
helps, I'm here." Crowley breathed deep, and took the plunge.
(@radioprotector2) Dean/Castiel, schmoop
Dean would be lying if he said Castiel changed him overnight- the angel was no Clarence, after all. But he thrived on Cas as a constant: he
left, but came back, and God liked him too much to keep him dead. Dean never had this- with Sam it was touch and go, fragility with
strength. Cas..was there. During the nights after Stull, Dean was a mess, Lisa was at a loss..and Cas was there. Waiting at the Impala,
anticipating Dean's insomnia. He wouldn't say a word, but merely sat in the backseat until Dean settled in the front, letting Dean be. And
when Cas rested a hand on Dean's shoulder, fingers brushing through the short hair of a broken man, Dean closed his eyes and
succumbed to sleep, dreams of a warm bed and blonde hair and singing. Fingers carding through his hair. Above it all, a deep voice
quieted his nightmares, and led him to another day.
(@pan_pandeus) Dean/Gabriel, Movie Night (Language and sexytimes!)
Dean was pacing, anxiety wearing him down. It was movie night with Gabriel, and he was a wreck. Gabriel was going to pick something to
piss him off. A chickflick, a silent movie..god, a movie in another language without subtitles. Why, for the love of all things holy, did he let
GABRIEL choose? "Hi, babe" the archangel appeared, winking. "You look good enough to eat." Fuck. Now Dean was the chick. Gabriel was
now obligated to pay for everything. Freaking archangels and their shortcuts. "Shut up and get in the car," Dean grumbled. Gabriel just
laughed and headed out. Needless to say, Dean didn't remember what movie they saw, because he had a jumbo popcorn with the works,
and the second he sat down, Gabriel dropped to his knees and opened his pants. "Jesus..fuck..Gabriel. Public, asshole!" Gabriel just
winked. "What's one more felony on your record, big boy?" Before dean could answer, Gabriel swooped down, and coherency flew out the
window. Bastard officially owed him a movie date.
(@hsapiens_lj) sam/gabriel,first time. (Oh, look. Sex.)
Sam figured it would be to much to ask for one thing in his life to go normally. Taking the naked, grinning Archangel out of the picture, of
course. Right, normal. "Ready to have your world rocked?" Gabriel hummed, pleased. Sam just made a sound thick with want and
exasperation, and Gabriel moved to yank him into a kiss. It was hot, messy, and perfectly imperfect. After that- things went balls up. the
schematics were all wrong. Sam was too long, Gabriel too short. Positions were swapped and rearranged, feet were in faces, limbs
tangled in limbs, and Sam was about to throw in the towel. At the last moment, Gabriel swung himself into Sam's lap and sank down, slow
and perfect. As Sam rocked up, almost frantically, Gabriel laughed through his gasps, and bit at Sam's lip, kissing his cheeks. "Won't tell
Dean you DO cry through sex," he groaned. Sam just choked out a cry, and buried deep, flying to a new kind of heaven.
(@xarxian) dean/andy, coffee (brief language)
the cafe was way beyond Dean's budget, the beverages a mouthful to pronounce, and complex as all hell. Andy was waiting at a back table,
looking relaxed and at ease with his hot caramel mocha sugary whatthefuck. In front of andy was an extra cup of coffee. "Dude," Dean says.
"I didn't order."
Andy just offered a grin. "I did." And when Dean sipped the coffee, it was the most incredible coffee he'd ever tasted. "...you
didn't." Andy just looked sheepish. Dean shook his head, and took another sip. "...just this once, alright?" Andy just grinned.
(@Ginnna) Gabriel/Crowley, beach
Gabriel was drawn to the water like a moth to a flame. Perhaps It had something do to with his 'element' being water, but Crowley never
objected. He'd be a fool to, when Gabriel stood in the surf, wet and grinning, happy. The first few times did not go over well, as
Gabriel leaned toward the more salty seas, which didn't bode well for Crowley. Eventually, Gabriel caught a clue, and the next venture was a
tropical freshwater venue. Still, Gabriel reached out to him, beckoning. "Tell me you know how to swim," the archangel baited.
Crowley just snorted, sipping his scotch. "Have you seen this tailoring? Like hell." But Gabriel just laughed, sending a stream of water at Crowley.
"Not gonna let you drown." All Crowley heard was the unspoken 'not gonna let you DOWN." The suit was discarded and folded, and he
extended his hand to Gabriel.
"I'm not afraid, moron." But Gabriel's expression said it all: seaside, earthbound, heaven or hell...they were all afraid. "If it
helps, I'm here." Crowley breathed deep, and took the plunge.
(@radioprotector2) Dean/Castiel, schmoop
Dean would be lying if he said Castiel changed him overnight- the angel was no Clarence, after all. But he thrived on Cas as a constant: he
left, but came back, and God liked him too much to keep him dead. Dean never had this- with Sam it was touch and go, fragility with
strength. Cas..was there. During the nights after Stull, Dean was a mess, Lisa was at a loss..and Cas was there. Waiting at the Impala,
anticipating Dean's insomnia. He wouldn't say a word, but merely sat in the backseat until Dean settled in the front, letting Dean be. And
when Cas rested a hand on Dean's shoulder, fingers brushing through the short hair of a broken man, Dean closed his eyes and
succumbed to sleep, dreams of a warm bed and blonde hair and singing. Fingers carding through his hair. Above it all, a deep voice
quieted his nightmares, and led him to another day.
(@pan_pandeus) Dean/Gabriel, Movie Night (Language and sexytimes!)
Dean was pacing, anxiety wearing him down. It was movie night with Gabriel, and he was a wreck. Gabriel was going to pick something to
piss him off. A chickflick, a silent movie..god, a movie in another language without subtitles. Why, for the love of all things holy, did he let
GABRIEL choose? "Hi, babe" the archangel appeared, winking. "You look good enough to eat." Fuck. Now Dean was the chick. Gabriel was
now obligated to pay for everything. Freaking archangels and their shortcuts. "Shut up and get in the car," Dean grumbled. Gabriel just
laughed and headed out. Needless to say, Dean didn't remember what movie they saw, because he had a jumbo popcorn with the works,
and the second he sat down, Gabriel dropped to his knees and opened his pants. "Jesus..fuck..Gabriel. Public, asshole!" Gabriel just
winked. "What's one more felony on your record, big boy?" Before dean could answer, Gabriel swooped down, and coherency flew out the
window. Bastard officially owed him a movie date.
(@hsapiens_lj) sam/gabriel,first time. (Oh, look. Sex.)
Sam figured it would be to much to ask for one thing in his life to go normally. Taking the naked, grinning Archangel out of the picture, of
course. Right, normal. "Ready to have your world rocked?" Gabriel hummed, pleased. Sam just made a sound thick with want and
exasperation, and Gabriel moved to yank him into a kiss. It was hot, messy, and perfectly imperfect. After that- things went balls up. the
schematics were all wrong. Sam was too long, Gabriel too short. Positions were swapped and rearranged, feet were in faces, limbs
tangled in limbs, and Sam was about to throw in the towel. At the last moment, Gabriel swung himself into Sam's lap and sank down, slow
and perfect. As Sam rocked up, almost frantically, Gabriel laughed through his gasps, and bit at Sam's lip, kissing his cheeks. "Won't tell
Dean you DO cry through sex," he groaned. Sam just choked out a cry, and buried deep, flying to a new kind of heaven.
(@xarxian) dean/andy, coffee (brief language)
the cafe was way beyond Dean's budget, the beverages a mouthful to pronounce, and complex as all hell. Andy was waiting at a back table,
looking relaxed and at ease with his hot caramel mocha sugary whatthefuck. In front of andy was an extra cup of coffee. "Dude," Dean says.
"I didn't order."
Andy just offered a grin. "I did." And when Dean sipped the coffee, it was the most incredible coffee he'd ever tasted. "...you
didn't." Andy just looked sheepish. Dean shook his head, and took another sip. "...just this once, alright?" Andy just grinned.