Sen Beret's Anniversary Meme!

[senberet]

It's actually been a year and two months since I became involved with the fandom, but hey, who's counting?

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rules

• comment on this post with your prompts! all prompts are welcome (be as vague or detailed as you'd like!) as long as they fit with the theme of sneezy/sick/allergic Sam, Dean, Castiel, John, etc.
• reply to prompts with your

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FILLED: A Tricky Predicament part 1/2

[anonymous]

Three people, all dead from falling down the stairs of some abandoned old house. A little bit of research led the Winchester brothers to believe that it was the work of the ghost of Edwin McGee, who had lived in the house and died the same way on the same stairs. Sure it was super weird, but it seemed like a plausible lead. Now, the brothers were at the house, hoping to find a cursed object he might be tethered to, since there were no records of his burial.

“We better salt the doors and windows just in case. He probably can't get out of the house but we need to be sure,” Dean said, throwing Sam the container of rock salt.

“Good idea,” Sam agreed, heading for the front door. But as soon as he opened the container of salt, things got really weird.

“HehISHHUH! ESHHUH!” Sam jerked forward with the force of the two sudden sneezes.

“Geez. You OK over there, Sammy?” Dean asked from the other room.

“Ugh. Sniff! Yeah, I thihh sniff! think so. It's pruhh probably just the duhh huhISHEWW! ISHUHH! Ugh. Dust in here,” Sam said, sniffling.

“You and your damn allergies. Let me do the salt,” Dean sighed, walking over to the doorway. He took the container from Sam and began to salt the door, but almost immediately had to stop.

“HuhEHHKSHUH! UHSHUHH! What the hell? Why am I sneezing too?”

“I dunno. You're not usually bothered by dust, so it has to be something else.”

“UHSHEWW! Son of a bitch! Sniff! Something weird's guhh going on here. HuhSHUHH!”

“No kidding,” Sam replied. He stood there for a minute, thinking, before an idea hit him. “Wait... we were both by the door when we started sneezing, so it has to be something over there. Dean, come over here.” Dean strode over to his brother, holding the salt in one hand and rubbing his nose with the other.

“ESHUHH! God. I don't think that worked, Sammy,” Dean said angrily. However, Sam was preoccupied with something else.

“HuhISHEWW! Ugh. Apparently not.”

“Well why is it affecting yuhh you again?”

“Hold on. If it's not by the door thehh ESHEWW! then you probably brought it over here! Dean! I think, for suhh ISHUHH! some weird reason, we're allergic to the salt!”

“How the hell is that even possible? Huh. Hunters allergic tuhh UHSHEWW! to salt. Pretty ironic if you think about it.”

“Dean! That's it! Who do we know that likes to play ironic jokes on people?” Dean stood there for a few seconds, confused, until the realization hit him.

“Oh you've gotta be kidding me.” Suddenly, there was a snap! and the Trickster appeared in front of the brothers.

“Well, well, well. Good problem solving there, sniffles. You got me,” he said with a smug grin.

“Very funny. You mind telling us wuhh ESHUHH! what all this is about?” Sam asked, angrily gesturing towards the container of salt.

“Aww come on guys! It's not that hard to figure out. Once I heard you two yahoos were in town I had to do something about it. A few fake deaths and one phony ghost and you guys were all over the case. Man, you should have seen the looks on your faces when figured out the curse. Priceless!”

“Well ha freakin' ha! The joke's over now, Trickster. Break thihh USHUHH! this damn curse now!” Dean shouted.

“And why would I do that? You airheads tried to kill me last time!” the Trickster exclaimed.

A Tricky Predicament part 2/2

[anonymous]

“Tell you what. If you break the curse, we'll lehh ESHEWW! let you go. Won't even try to kill you.” Sam said exasperatedly.

“Sam! What the hell?!? He made us allergic to friggin' rock salt!” Dean whispered furiously.

“Well do you have a better idea, Dean?”

“I'm sure I could think of something better than juhh sniff! just letting the guy go!”

“Dean I swear...” Sam began, but was cut off by the Trickster.

“Ahem! Are you two ladies gonna argue all day or are you going to let me have a say in this?”

The room went silent.

“I'll take your deal, Sam, but you two better watch out. This isn't the last time you're gonna see me.” he said with a mischievous grin. Then, with two snaps of his fingers, the Trickster was gone as fast as he had shown up.

“I swear I'm gonna kill that sorry son of a bitch some day,” Dean muttered angrily.

“Just take it easy, Dean. We're lucky he even agreed to let us go,” Sam replied.

“So you think the curse is broken for good?”

“Yeah, judging by the fact that I can breathe through my nose again.”

“Fine. Let's get the hell out of here then.”

Re: A Tricky Predicament part 2/2

[senberet]

ooooh! the prompt and the fill for this were both SO HOT! this is awesome. i liked so much about it. like the fake case! i love case stuff, it's so creative and true to canon. and all of that confusion at first, and dean's initial concern (and reference to sam's allergies! what a nice headcanon) and how they kept trying to TALK through the sneezes! SO hot!!! and of course they're so sniffly and frustrated trying to figure it out, and oh man i love the way you wrote the trickster, using nicknames and everything! it's perfect! you're really really good at writing dialogue. mmm. this was amaaaaazing~

Re: A Tricky Predicament part 2/2

[anilkex1]

I loved the talking! This was a great fill!

Re: A Tricky Predicament part 2/2

[sexualoddity]

*Beams*

This is so great! Oh gosh, I loved all the sniffling and sneezing interrupting them talking and I can totally imagine the Trickster watching on and being highly amused. Thank you so much! I love it :D