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So, I asked a friend to give me a prompt and she sent me these ridiculous lyrics about God and breakfast or something of the sort.
All I know if that I read it and this little blurb thinger took off like... well, you'll see.
Title : Of God, Dean, and Ass cracks.
Rating : PG-13 (Mild language.)
Genre : Supernatural/General - Crack!fic times a billion.
Warning : This fic meant to be funny. It contains some content which may offend someone of religious nature. Please read with caution.
Note - I have no beta therefore there may be some grammar mistakes. I apologize in advance. Due to the fact that this is a very short crack!fic I'm not too worried. Enjoy.
Like a waiting room heaven put him on hold and in the most precise manner Dean bowed like a peasant before God's mighty throne. It was obvious to expect some kind of singing, perhaps even a piano or a harp, but there was none. As the minutes stretched on the curve in his spine began to ache and he could swear that his jeans had come just a bit too low and his crack was now being aired in front of pristine angels.
There was no being sly in Heaven, after all it was the big man's house. It was just as Dean had shoved his hand into his jeans to pull up his boxers that God decided to descend his royal staircase. Instantly Dean pulled his hand away and looked up at God with a nervous grin.
What came next, Dean would later describe as a reflex. Like an overly honest child he huffed and raised an eyebrow. "Where's the glowing lights? The halo?"
It was no wonder that he was pulled off by the body guards (No really, God has body guards. Dean swears by it.) and thrown back to Earth on his ass.
Dean can still hear God's deep voice as he was being pulled away, "Bitch."
All I know if that I read it and this little blurb thinger took off like... well, you'll see.
Title : Of God, Dean, and Ass cracks.
Rating : PG-13 (Mild language.)
Genre : Supernatural/General - Crack!fic times a billion.
Warning : This fic meant to be funny. It contains some content which may offend someone of religious nature. Please read with caution.
Note - I have no beta therefore there may be some grammar mistakes. I apologize in advance. Due to the fact that this is a very short crack!fic I'm not too worried. Enjoy.
Like a waiting room heaven put him on hold and in the most precise manner Dean bowed like a peasant before God's mighty throne. It was obvious to expect some kind of singing, perhaps even a piano or a harp, but there was none. As the minutes stretched on the curve in his spine began to ache and he could swear that his jeans had come just a bit too low and his crack was now being aired in front of pristine angels.
There was no being sly in Heaven, after all it was the big man's house. It was just as Dean had shoved his hand into his jeans to pull up his boxers that God decided to descend his royal staircase. Instantly Dean pulled his hand away and looked up at God with a nervous grin.
What came next, Dean would later describe as a reflex. Like an overly honest child he huffed and raised an eyebrow. "Where's the glowing lights? The halo?"
It was no wonder that he was pulled off by the body guards (No really, God has body guards. Dean swears by it.) and thrown back to Earth on his ass.
Dean can still hear God's deep voice as he was being pulled away, "Bitch."