December Twitfic
Title: December Twitfic
Rating: R
Fandoms: Supernatural, Dragon Riders of Pern, Original Fiction
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Gabriel, Sam/Lucifer, Sam/Castiel, Sam/Dean/Castiel, John/Gabriel, Jo/Ash, Michael/Lucifer, Dean/Gabriel/Dean, crochet hooks/yarn
Spoilers/Warnings: Inanimate object porn at the very end. A bit of angst, a bit of fluff, the usual.
Summary: Collection of all twitfics tweeted during December.
Notes: "Craft Porn" is so not my fault, by the way. Nope. No way, no how.
Not So Bad Snippet
(No pairing, G)
The soul--Sam, Gabriel reminds himself. It has a name.--follows Gabriel around his home, trailing him at a distance and slightly hunched over, as if trying to hide its odd height again. After five minutes, Gabriel sighs and turns around. "Come here," he says. The soul hesitates before obeying, hunching over even further. Gabriel frowns. "Don't do that. Come on, stand up straight." Sam slowly straightens itself until it has to look down at Gabriel. "That's better," the archangel says. "Come on, I'll show you where you can stay."
Impressions
(Sam/Lucifer, PG)
Upon meeting Sam, Lucifer's first impression was of thick brown feathers, but that was more due to the fact that the other angel had run into him. His second impression was something along the lines of oh, I am so fucked. He turned out to be right.
First Time Parent
(Sam/Castiel, G)
Sam spent three months fretting and worrying and making sure everything was just right before finally pausing long enough to catch his breath. Cas just smiled, tucked a blanket a little more securely around the egg and relaxed.
Mother Hen
(Dean/Castiel, G)
"You're comfortable? Do you need some water? More soup?" "Dean." "What?" Castiel sighed. "Get me a new box of Kleenex, please?" Dean nodded and rushed out of the room. Cas rolled his eyes and reached for another tissue.
Missed Connection
(Sam/Dean/Castiel, PG)
Sam watched Cas open his presents. "Think he'll get it?" he asked Dean. Dean snorted. "We've been dropping hints for the past four months. If he doesn't get it, I might kill him." Cas held up two boxes of condoms. "I...don't understand." Dean sighed.
Want Me To Kiss The Boo-Boo?
(Dean/Castiel, G)
Dean raised an eyebrow. "What happened to you?" Cas glared at his shoes. "I had a terrible, horrible, no-good day," he says. Dean bit back a smile and held out a hand. "Well, come here and let me make it better."
Dog Days
(No pairing, G)
Cas is jealous. He can admit it, he's a grown man. But admitting it doesn't help the surge of irrational emotion every time he sees the guy. He's inordinately fond of his own dog, it's true. Balthazar is a hound of indeterminate species, with dark, intelligent eyes. The other guy's German Shepherd shouldn't taunt Cas with its existence. But it does.
At The Zoo
(Sam/Gabriel, G)
“Gabriel, put the monkey back." Gabriel glares at Sam and pets the capuchin reassuringly. "He didn't mean it," he mutters. "He's just jealous." The capuchin chatters at him. Sam sighs and looks around for Dean and Cas.
An Odd Image
(Sam/Gabriel, G)
Dean did a double take. "Uh, Sam?" Sam looked up. "What?" "Why do you have an archangel on your back?"
Abandon All Hope
(No pairing, G)
Dean stood in the bathroom doorway, glass cleaner and paper towels in one hand and toilet cleaner in the other. This was going to be hell.
In Someone Else’s Shoes
(Dean/Gabriel, PG)
"So, what happens if I snap?" Dean asked, looking up at his own green eyes. "Nothing," Gabriel said. He shrugged Dean's shoulders. "You're not an angel or a god." Dean was quiet for a moment before looking up again. "So what can I do?" he groused. Gabriel grinned and slid closer. "Oh, plenty of things," he murmured. "Lots of...human things." Dean leaned back. "Oh, is that so?" And Gabriel might have been in Dean's body, but his grin was pure Trickster. "Oh, hells yeah."
Emotional Idiots
(Dean/Gabriel, G)
Sam watched as Dean and Gabriel sniped at each other from across the room. "We have stupid brothers," he said. Cas nodded. "Indeed."
Kisses
(Sam/Castiel, PG)
Butterfly, French, long, short, Eskimo, slow, hard. Sam taught Cas how to do each and every one. But his favorite ones were the gentle, tender ones that came first thing in the morning. Best way to start the day, in Sam's opinion.
Outed
(John/Gabriel, G)
John stared at the wolf pup sitting where Fenrir had been, then slowly looked up at Gabriel. "You're not a hunter." he said. Gabriel shook his head and pulled Hel a little closer. Jor scooped up Fenrir and joined them. "What are you, then? Loki?" John asked, one hand waving at the children. Gabriel took a breath he didn't really need. "Would you believe I'm an archangel?" he asked. John stared at him. "Get out. Get out of my life and stay the hell away from my kids." Gabriel nodded and reached for Jor and Fenrir. "Goodbye, John." With a thought, they were gone.
Four More for Dinner
Four months later, John almost dies hunting a skinwalker. He's saved by a girl with too-old eyes that stares at him and says, "Father's been miserable without you," before handing him a silver blade and disappearing. John spends that night watching his sons and thinking. Two days later, not knowing what else to do, he stands outside and looks up at the sky. "I, uh, I don't know if you can hear me, but, uh. I'm...the boys miss you. All of you. And, uh--" "I'm here, John." He looks down into honey eyes. "Archangel, huh?" Gabriel shrugs one shoulder. "And Loki, sort of." John nods. "There's, uh, leftover teriyaki chicken," he says. "Any extra fortune cookies?" John smiles a bit at that. "I got four extra." And Gabriel smiles back.
Fort Castiel
(Dean/Castiel, G)
Dean lifted the edge of a blanket. "That is not the entrance, Dean," Cas said. Deam rolled his eyes, but shifted over a few feet and lifted that blanket. He smiled at Castiel. "Permission to enter?" Cas smiled back. "Permission granted."
Pros and Cons
(Dean/Castiel, G)
"I do not like the snow," Cas stated. Dean looked up, one eyebrow raised. "Oh? Why's that?" "Snow is cold." Dean smiled. "That's why God created hot chocolate," he said. Cas considered that. "I still do not like the snow, but perhaps it is not all bad."
Ain’t Just A River In Egypt
(Dean/Castiel, G)
Dean did not have a glasses kink. Nope. After all, he was around people that put on and took off glasses all day long and none of them were any hotter with the glasses on than they were with them off. Except for Mr. Castiel Novak--18/29 and a bit too far-sighted to get away with no glasses. Dean always spent those appointments hoping he wasn't saying anything stupid. But it definitely wasn't because of the damn glasses. Nope. Not at all.
Eyes of the Beholder
"And these are some nice asses, I mean, glasses," Dr. Winchester said, flushing. Cas raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Thank you. The office is closed on Saturday, correct?" "Uh, yeah. Says so on the door. ...Why?" Cas looked at Dr. Winchester over the rims of his current pair of glasses. "I was wondering if you'd care to join me for lunch." The optometrist flushed even more, but nodded. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, that'd be great. Uh, what time?" "I was thinking twelve-thirty at Rosy's Diner," Cas said. "Okay. Okay. Uh. Yeah." Cas pulled a pair of frames from the wall and held them out. "Excellent. I'll pick you up. And I'll take these frames." Dr. Winchester took the frames. "Right," he said faintly. Cas just smiled at him.
Reason
(Dean/Castiel, G)
“For a guy that doesn't like snow, you sure like being out here," Dean says. Cas looks at him. "I do not enjoy being outside," Cas corrected, "but you are outside and you look beautiful against the snow." Dean blinked. "You're out here...'cause of me?" Cas steps closer, one mittened hand coming up to cup Dean's cheek. "Yes. You are enough reason to be anywhere." And he leans up, presses his mouth to Dean's and pulls back just enough to smile. Dean can't help but smile back.
Pain in the Molar
(Sam/Gabriel, G)
Gabriel sighed and Sam rolled his eyes. "Just make a dental appointment, already," he grumbled. Gabriel glared at him. "Why would I want someone putting pointy metal objects inside my mouth?" Sam held up a Hershey's bar. "So you can eat this," he said. Gabriel glared harder. "Make an appointment, Gabe." "I hate you."
Interlude
(Sam/Gabriel, PG)
"And now we wait for forty-five minutes," Sam said, closing the oven. "Good," Gabriel said, leaning in close. "We have plenty of time." Sam frowned, but Gabriel snapped before he could say anything. "Gabriel..." "Pocket dimension," the archangel said. "We won't bother anyone and we'll be back with time to spare. C'mon, Sam. Have some fun." He waggled his eyebrows and Sam rolled his eyes. "Fine. Just don't let the cookies burn." "I won't," Gabriel promised, already tugging Sam to the bed.
Celebration
(Dean/Gabriel, PG)
"And they're all angels?" Dean asked, peering into the sanctuary. Gabriel nodded. "Yep. This is, like, a queen getting married, for us." Dean glanced down. "You just called my brother a queen." "Well, he's already a princess. Not that big of a stretch." Dean rolled his eyes. "Whatever. What do we have to do for the next half hour?" "Absolutely nothing," Gabriel said. "And I know for a fact that the confessionals are empty." Dean looked into the sanctuary one last time before following his boyfriend. "Hey, wait. Is that my mom?" "Confessional, Dean. Now. Family reunion later." "Fine. But I'm introducing you to her." "Whatever. Just get your ass over here."
Feather-light
(Sam/Lucifer, G)
Sam holds the feather like it might crumble into dust, hesitant to even breathe near it. He looks up at Lucifer and the Fallen angel does that odd quirk of facial muscles that Sam knows indicates a smile. He smiles back. "Thank you."
Failure to Communicate
(Jo/Ash, G)
Jo pushes the stack of printouts to one side and sits on the revealed desk. "So," she says. "I was wondering if you'd like to...Ash? ASH!" Ash jerks away from the computer to stare wide-eyed at her. "What?" Jo sighs.
Designation
(Michael/Lucifer, G)
Lucifer peers over Michael's shoulder. "You're sure they cooked right? They look all puffy." Michael rolls his eyes. "Yes, I'm sure," he says, setting the tray of gingerbread men down. They look at the cookies for a long moment. "I think I'll call that one Dean," Lucifer says, pointing at the one slightly misshapen one. Michael just shakes his head and smiles.
Two Is Better Than One
(Dean/Gabriel/Dean, PG)
Gabriel looked from Dean to, well, Dean. "Well," he said, "Apparently, two heads are better than one. Wonder if that applies to mmph!" Apparently, Dean--one of them, at least--had gotten the idea.
Bit O’ Fluff
(Dean/Castiel, G)
Dean was almost asleep when he felt Cas move. Fingers brushed his and he smiled slightly, eyes still closed. Angels, apparently, were complete saps.
Midnight
(Dean/Castiel, G)
Sam sits in the passenger seat of the Impala, staring out along the empty street. Dean and Cas were in the motel room, unless the angel had flown his brother somewhere else. Either way, they would be together. And Sam was sitting in the Impala at midnight on an empty street.
Room 56
(Dean/Castiel preslash, G)
"Lie down and take your medicine, Mr. Winchester." The patient frowned up at Cas. "Call me Dean. What--" "Medicine, Mr. Winchester. Now." Dean scowled, but downed the pills. "Good. Now sleep." With that, Cas swept out of the room. Jo patted his shoulder when he slumped onto the counter at the nurses’ station. "Room 56 is driving me insane," he muttered. "Dean? Get used to it." Jo laughed. Cas just sighed.
Waiting
(Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, G)
Dean's been waiting for nearly half an hour before Gabriel shows up, disheveled and out of breath. Cas is right behind him and slides into the seat next to Dean as Gabriel makes a beeline for the front desk. "Multiple hairline fractures," Dean mutters. Cas takes Dean's hand in his, holds it lightly. "He will be all right." Dean nods. "Yeah, but still." "Still," Cas agrees.
New Year’s Resolution
(Dean/Gabriel, PG)
"Four! Three! Two! One!" Dean misses the ball exploding on the screen due to his boyfriend's lips being in the way. In fact, by the time Gabriel lets him go, everyone's moved outside to light sparklers and blow kazoos. Dean grins. "Happy New Year, Gabe," he says. Gabriel grins back. "Happy New Year," he agrees. "Got a resolution?" Dean pretends to think about it for a moment. "Yeah, I do," he says slowly. When he doesn't elaborate, Gabriel's eyebrows go up. "Well? You going to share?" Dean grins. "Wouldn't wanna ruin the surprise," he tells him. Gabriel tugs him back down for a longer kiss, tugging Dean's bottom lip with his teeth as he pulls away. "Fine. Be mysterious," he huffs. Dean grins wider and pushes him outside. "I will be. But you'll like it. Promise." "I better."
Happy New Year
(no pairing, G)
Sam leans on the porch railing, beer in hand and eyes on the stars. Behind him, he can hear Dean telling Cas what the kazoo is for. "Happy New Year," he says softly, lifting the bottle and taking a drink. He'll go inside, soon, but for now, he's content where he is.
(Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, G)
Dean's had Cas pulled in close for the past ten minutes and as the countdown starts, Sam resigns himself to kissing his glass of champagne for yet another year. Just as the countdown drops to one, though, someone appears in front of him and tugs him down into a liplock. When he pulls back a few seconds later, honey eyes dance at him. "Happy New Year, Sammy," Gabriel says before disappearing.
(Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, G)
Sam's been up for an hour when Dean stumbles into the kitchen. "Good morning." Dean blinks at him. "Yeah, whatever." Sam rolls his eyes, but sets a mug of coffee in front of his brother. Dean sips at it for a moment before frowning. "Hey. Was Gabe here last night?" Sam hesitates for a second before shaking his head. "No, he wasn't." When Dean can't see him, though, he smiles, just a bit.
DROP
Tradtion
(OC/OC, G)
D'ren woke up the next morning next to Ferra. She blinked up at him. "Aren't you that brown rider?" He nodded. "Oh," she said. D'ren closed his eyes. Maybe if he went back to sleep he wouldn't have to deal with being the first brown rider to fly a queen.
ORIGINAL
Solitude
(no pairing, G)
Sage sat at the top of the sand dune, looking out on the Atlantic Ocean. The gulls fly overhead, the salt sea pale under their wings. Leet will come to find her soon, but for now, it's just her and the gulls.
Craft Porn
(Crochet hooks/Yarn, R)
"Ooh, do that again," the yarn moaned. The crochet hook paused, then pushed forward again, sinking easily into the soft weave of the yarn with a smirk. "This?" All it got in reply was another airy moan. "Bet the knitting needles can't do that." "Only you," the yarn mewled, “Only you!”
Rating: R
Fandoms: Supernatural, Dragon Riders of Pern, Original Fiction
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Gabriel, Sam/Lucifer, Sam/Castiel, Sam/Dean/Castiel, John/Gabriel, Jo/Ash, Michael/Lucifer, Dean/Gabriel/Dean, crochet hooks/yarn
Spoilers/Warnings: Inanimate object porn at the very end. A bit of angst, a bit of fluff, the usual.
Summary: Collection of all twitfics tweeted during December.
Notes: "Craft Porn" is so not my fault, by the way. Nope. No way, no how.
Not So Bad Snippet
(No pairing, G)
The soul--Sam, Gabriel reminds himself. It has a name.--follows Gabriel around his home, trailing him at a distance and slightly hunched over, as if trying to hide its odd height again. After five minutes, Gabriel sighs and turns around. "Come here," he says. The soul hesitates before obeying, hunching over even further. Gabriel frowns. "Don't do that. Come on, stand up straight." Sam slowly straightens itself until it has to look down at Gabriel. "That's better," the archangel says. "Come on, I'll show you where you can stay."
Impressions
(Sam/Lucifer, PG)
Upon meeting Sam, Lucifer's first impression was of thick brown feathers, but that was more due to the fact that the other angel had run into him. His second impression was something along the lines of oh, I am so fucked. He turned out to be right.
First Time Parent
(Sam/Castiel, G)
Sam spent three months fretting and worrying and making sure everything was just right before finally pausing long enough to catch his breath. Cas just smiled, tucked a blanket a little more securely around the egg and relaxed.
Mother Hen
(Dean/Castiel, G)
"You're comfortable? Do you need some water? More soup?" "Dean." "What?" Castiel sighed. "Get me a new box of Kleenex, please?" Dean nodded and rushed out of the room. Cas rolled his eyes and reached for another tissue.
Missed Connection
(Sam/Dean/Castiel, PG)
Sam watched Cas open his presents. "Think he'll get it?" he asked Dean. Dean snorted. "We've been dropping hints for the past four months. If he doesn't get it, I might kill him." Cas held up two boxes of condoms. "I...don't understand." Dean sighed.
Want Me To Kiss The Boo-Boo?
(Dean/Castiel, G)
Dean raised an eyebrow. "What happened to you?" Cas glared at his shoes. "I had a terrible, horrible, no-good day," he says. Dean bit back a smile and held out a hand. "Well, come here and let me make it better."
Dog Days
(No pairing, G)
Cas is jealous. He can admit it, he's a grown man. But admitting it doesn't help the surge of irrational emotion every time he sees the guy. He's inordinately fond of his own dog, it's true. Balthazar is a hound of indeterminate species, with dark, intelligent eyes. The other guy's German Shepherd shouldn't taunt Cas with its existence. But it does.
At The Zoo
(Sam/Gabriel, G)
“Gabriel, put the monkey back." Gabriel glares at Sam and pets the capuchin reassuringly. "He didn't mean it," he mutters. "He's just jealous." The capuchin chatters at him. Sam sighs and looks around for Dean and Cas.
An Odd Image
(Sam/Gabriel, G)
Dean did a double take. "Uh, Sam?" Sam looked up. "What?" "Why do you have an archangel on your back?"
Abandon All Hope
(No pairing, G)
Dean stood in the bathroom doorway, glass cleaner and paper towels in one hand and toilet cleaner in the other. This was going to be hell.
In Someone Else’s Shoes
(Dean/Gabriel, PG)
"So, what happens if I snap?" Dean asked, looking up at his own green eyes. "Nothing," Gabriel said. He shrugged Dean's shoulders. "You're not an angel or a god." Dean was quiet for a moment before looking up again. "So what can I do?" he groused. Gabriel grinned and slid closer. "Oh, plenty of things," he murmured. "Lots of...human things." Dean leaned back. "Oh, is that so?" And Gabriel might have been in Dean's body, but his grin was pure Trickster. "Oh, hells yeah."
Emotional Idiots
(Dean/Gabriel, G)
Sam watched as Dean and Gabriel sniped at each other from across the room. "We have stupid brothers," he said. Cas nodded. "Indeed."
Kisses
(Sam/Castiel, PG)
Butterfly, French, long, short, Eskimo, slow, hard. Sam taught Cas how to do each and every one. But his favorite ones were the gentle, tender ones that came first thing in the morning. Best way to start the day, in Sam's opinion.
Outed
(John/Gabriel, G)
John stared at the wolf pup sitting where Fenrir had been, then slowly looked up at Gabriel. "You're not a hunter." he said. Gabriel shook his head and pulled Hel a little closer. Jor scooped up Fenrir and joined them. "What are you, then? Loki?" John asked, one hand waving at the children. Gabriel took a breath he didn't really need. "Would you believe I'm an archangel?" he asked. John stared at him. "Get out. Get out of my life and stay the hell away from my kids." Gabriel nodded and reached for Jor and Fenrir. "Goodbye, John." With a thought, they were gone.
Four More for Dinner
Four months later, John almost dies hunting a skinwalker. He's saved by a girl with too-old eyes that stares at him and says, "Father's been miserable without you," before handing him a silver blade and disappearing. John spends that night watching his sons and thinking. Two days later, not knowing what else to do, he stands outside and looks up at the sky. "I, uh, I don't know if you can hear me, but, uh. I'm...the boys miss you. All of you. And, uh--" "I'm here, John." He looks down into honey eyes. "Archangel, huh?" Gabriel shrugs one shoulder. "And Loki, sort of." John nods. "There's, uh, leftover teriyaki chicken," he says. "Any extra fortune cookies?" John smiles a bit at that. "I got four extra." And Gabriel smiles back.
Fort Castiel
(Dean/Castiel, G)
Dean lifted the edge of a blanket. "That is not the entrance, Dean," Cas said. Deam rolled his eyes, but shifted over a few feet and lifted that blanket. He smiled at Castiel. "Permission to enter?" Cas smiled back. "Permission granted."
Pros and Cons
(Dean/Castiel, G)
"I do not like the snow," Cas stated. Dean looked up, one eyebrow raised. "Oh? Why's that?" "Snow is cold." Dean smiled. "That's why God created hot chocolate," he said. Cas considered that. "I still do not like the snow, but perhaps it is not all bad."
Ain’t Just A River In Egypt
(Dean/Castiel, G)
Dean did not have a glasses kink. Nope. After all, he was around people that put on and took off glasses all day long and none of them were any hotter with the glasses on than they were with them off. Except for Mr. Castiel Novak--18/29 and a bit too far-sighted to get away with no glasses. Dean always spent those appointments hoping he wasn't saying anything stupid. But it definitely wasn't because of the damn glasses. Nope. Not at all.
Eyes of the Beholder
"And these are some nice asses, I mean, glasses," Dr. Winchester said, flushing. Cas raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Thank you. The office is closed on Saturday, correct?" "Uh, yeah. Says so on the door. ...Why?" Cas looked at Dr. Winchester over the rims of his current pair of glasses. "I was wondering if you'd care to join me for lunch." The optometrist flushed even more, but nodded. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, that'd be great. Uh, what time?" "I was thinking twelve-thirty at Rosy's Diner," Cas said. "Okay. Okay. Uh. Yeah." Cas pulled a pair of frames from the wall and held them out. "Excellent. I'll pick you up. And I'll take these frames." Dr. Winchester took the frames. "Right," he said faintly. Cas just smiled at him.
Reason
(Dean/Castiel, G)
“For a guy that doesn't like snow, you sure like being out here," Dean says. Cas looks at him. "I do not enjoy being outside," Cas corrected, "but you are outside and you look beautiful against the snow." Dean blinked. "You're out here...'cause of me?" Cas steps closer, one mittened hand coming up to cup Dean's cheek. "Yes. You are enough reason to be anywhere." And he leans up, presses his mouth to Dean's and pulls back just enough to smile. Dean can't help but smile back.
Pain in the Molar
(Sam/Gabriel, G)
Gabriel sighed and Sam rolled his eyes. "Just make a dental appointment, already," he grumbled. Gabriel glared at him. "Why would I want someone putting pointy metal objects inside my mouth?" Sam held up a Hershey's bar. "So you can eat this," he said. Gabriel glared harder. "Make an appointment, Gabe." "I hate you."
Interlude
(Sam/Gabriel, PG)
"And now we wait for forty-five minutes," Sam said, closing the oven. "Good," Gabriel said, leaning in close. "We have plenty of time." Sam frowned, but Gabriel snapped before he could say anything. "Gabriel..." "Pocket dimension," the archangel said. "We won't bother anyone and we'll be back with time to spare. C'mon, Sam. Have some fun." He waggled his eyebrows and Sam rolled his eyes. "Fine. Just don't let the cookies burn." "I won't," Gabriel promised, already tugging Sam to the bed.
Celebration
(Dean/Gabriel, PG)
"And they're all angels?" Dean asked, peering into the sanctuary. Gabriel nodded. "Yep. This is, like, a queen getting married, for us." Dean glanced down. "You just called my brother a queen." "Well, he's already a princess. Not that big of a stretch." Dean rolled his eyes. "Whatever. What do we have to do for the next half hour?" "Absolutely nothing," Gabriel said. "And I know for a fact that the confessionals are empty." Dean looked into the sanctuary one last time before following his boyfriend. "Hey, wait. Is that my mom?" "Confessional, Dean. Now. Family reunion later." "Fine. But I'm introducing you to her." "Whatever. Just get your ass over here."
Feather-light
(Sam/Lucifer, G)
Sam holds the feather like it might crumble into dust, hesitant to even breathe near it. He looks up at Lucifer and the Fallen angel does that odd quirk of facial muscles that Sam knows indicates a smile. He smiles back. "Thank you."
Failure to Communicate
(Jo/Ash, G)
Jo pushes the stack of printouts to one side and sits on the revealed desk. "So," she says. "I was wondering if you'd like to...Ash? ASH!" Ash jerks away from the computer to stare wide-eyed at her. "What?" Jo sighs.
Designation
(Michael/Lucifer, G)
Lucifer peers over Michael's shoulder. "You're sure they cooked right? They look all puffy." Michael rolls his eyes. "Yes, I'm sure," he says, setting the tray of gingerbread men down. They look at the cookies for a long moment. "I think I'll call that one Dean," Lucifer says, pointing at the one slightly misshapen one. Michael just shakes his head and smiles.
Two Is Better Than One
(Dean/Gabriel/Dean, PG)
Gabriel looked from Dean to, well, Dean. "Well," he said, "Apparently, two heads are better than one. Wonder if that applies to mmph!" Apparently, Dean--one of them, at least--had gotten the idea.
Bit O’ Fluff
(Dean/Castiel, G)
Dean was almost asleep when he felt Cas move. Fingers brushed his and he smiled slightly, eyes still closed. Angels, apparently, were complete saps.
Midnight
(Dean/Castiel, G)
Sam sits in the passenger seat of the Impala, staring out along the empty street. Dean and Cas were in the motel room, unless the angel had flown his brother somewhere else. Either way, they would be together. And Sam was sitting in the Impala at midnight on an empty street.
Room 56
(Dean/Castiel preslash, G)
"Lie down and take your medicine, Mr. Winchester." The patient frowned up at Cas. "Call me Dean. What--" "Medicine, Mr. Winchester. Now." Dean scowled, but downed the pills. "Good. Now sleep." With that, Cas swept out of the room. Jo patted his shoulder when he slumped onto the counter at the nurses’ station. "Room 56 is driving me insane," he muttered. "Dean? Get used to it." Jo laughed. Cas just sighed.
Waiting
(Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, G)
Dean's been waiting for nearly half an hour before Gabriel shows up, disheveled and out of breath. Cas is right behind him and slides into the seat next to Dean as Gabriel makes a beeline for the front desk. "Multiple hairline fractures," Dean mutters. Cas takes Dean's hand in his, holds it lightly. "He will be all right." Dean nods. "Yeah, but still." "Still," Cas agrees.
New Year’s Resolution
(Dean/Gabriel, PG)
"Four! Three! Two! One!" Dean misses the ball exploding on the screen due to his boyfriend's lips being in the way. In fact, by the time Gabriel lets him go, everyone's moved outside to light sparklers and blow kazoos. Dean grins. "Happy New Year, Gabe," he says. Gabriel grins back. "Happy New Year," he agrees. "Got a resolution?" Dean pretends to think about it for a moment. "Yeah, I do," he says slowly. When he doesn't elaborate, Gabriel's eyebrows go up. "Well? You going to share?" Dean grins. "Wouldn't wanna ruin the surprise," he tells him. Gabriel tugs him back down for a longer kiss, tugging Dean's bottom lip with his teeth as he pulls away. "Fine. Be mysterious," he huffs. Dean grins wider and pushes him outside. "I will be. But you'll like it. Promise." "I better."
Happy New Year
(no pairing, G)
Sam leans on the porch railing, beer in hand and eyes on the stars. Behind him, he can hear Dean telling Cas what the kazoo is for. "Happy New Year," he says softly, lifting the bottle and taking a drink. He'll go inside, soon, but for now, he's content where he is.
(Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, G)
Dean's had Cas pulled in close for the past ten minutes and as the countdown starts, Sam resigns himself to kissing his glass of champagne for yet another year. Just as the countdown drops to one, though, someone appears in front of him and tugs him down into a liplock. When he pulls back a few seconds later, honey eyes dance at him. "Happy New Year, Sammy," Gabriel says before disappearing.
(Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, G)
Sam's been up for an hour when Dean stumbles into the kitchen. "Good morning." Dean blinks at him. "Yeah, whatever." Sam rolls his eyes, but sets a mug of coffee in front of his brother. Dean sips at it for a moment before frowning. "Hey. Was Gabe here last night?" Sam hesitates for a second before shaking his head. "No, he wasn't." When Dean can't see him, though, he smiles, just a bit.
DROP
Tradtion
(OC/OC, G)
D'ren woke up the next morning next to Ferra. She blinked up at him. "Aren't you that brown rider?" He nodded. "Oh," she said. D'ren closed his eyes. Maybe if he went back to sleep he wouldn't have to deal with being the first brown rider to fly a queen.
ORIGINAL
Solitude
(no pairing, G)
Sage sat at the top of the sand dune, looking out on the Atlantic Ocean. The gulls fly overhead, the salt sea pale under their wings. Leet will come to find her soon, but for now, it's just her and the gulls.
Craft Porn
(Crochet hooks/Yarn, R)
"Ooh, do that again," the yarn moaned. The crochet hook paused, then pushed forward again, sinking easily into the soft weave of the yarn with a smirk. "This?" All it got in reply was another airy moan. "Bet the knitting needles can't do that." "Only you," the yarn mewled, “Only you!”