IT'S TIME FOR A COMMENT!FIC MEME!!!

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I know I promised fun stuff yesterday, but then, um, I forgot. oops. But here it, one day late!

woodstarling and I decided there should be a comment!fic meme! It went a little something like this

Comments

[woodstarling]

AAAWWWWWWW SNAP I DIDN'T KNOW THIS WAS GOING DOWN TODAY. I GUESS THAT'S WHAT I GET FOR IGNORING YOU XC

So lemme start this prompting:

BOYFRIIIIEEEENNNDDDZZZZ

[13chapters]

HOW COULD YOU EVEN IGNORE ME WHEN I AM SO THRILLING AT ALL TIMES??!>@>@??

IKR.

I need to know how Balthazar knows about the Sassy. nc-17 details plz.

FILL TOO SMALL AND PORNY TO HAVE A TITLE 1/2

[obstinatrix]

I APOLOGISE FOR THE FACT THAT THERE IS NO BEGINNING TO OR CONTEXT FOR THIS SHAMELESS PORN.

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His only intentions in seeking out Castiel, honestly, had been benevolent ones. Really. First, Balthazar had been thinking, he'd maybe attempt to smooth over some of the rough ground they'd inadvertently churned up during their last encounter. Then he'd pay lipservice to some polite enquiries about things like how Castiel was finding the epic heavenly war, mock his celibacy a little bit, and things would be back to normal.

Simple.

Unfortunately, when Balthazar materialised in the motel room where all signs indicated Castiel would be, it transpired that a rather large spanner (fine, fine, wretched Americans: wrench) had been thrown into the works of this otherwise exemplary plan.

The wrench (spanner!) was, in fact, the size of Sam Winchester, and that, as every angel worth his salt knew full well, made it a very large impediment indeed. Large, Balthazar was intrigued to note, in all possible waysMercifully, Sam's back was to

FILL TOO SMALL AND PORNY TO HAVE A TITLE 2/apparently not 2

[obstinatrix]

Castiel, certainly, contrary to everything Balthazar had ever believed about him, did not seem to be experiencing any anxiety just at the moment. His hands, shifting reflexively from Sam's broad shoulders to the nape of his neck, up into his hair, and back, were restless, but the way they tangled in all that hair and tugged made it evident that the restlessness was not occasioned by distress. The breathless sounds that escaped him with every sharp little thrust of Sam's pelvis seemed to bear out this supposition

[sherrilina]

Cas is Sam's secret santa and has no idea what to get him, or even entirely understand the concept. He asks Dean for help...

An Investigation into Seasonal Bonding Rituals 1/5

[tawg]

Dean feels that he is in no way at all to blame, since the whole stupid Secret Santa thing was Sam’s idea in the first place. They’re tucked away safe from the elements at Bobby’s house in early December when Sam gets the idea. Ellen and Jo are there, and Sam looks up at the ceiling and says “Chuck, I’m putting your name in too, so pay attention.”

“Remember, everyone,” though Dean knows Sam is mainly speaking to Cas, how has a bemused expression on his face (and, like all of his other expressions, it had a serious thread of dire urgency running through it), “the whole point is to do something nice for the person on your piece of paper without them knowing

2/5

[tawg]

Sam is of the opinion that the Secret Santa was the best idea he’d had all year. He’d gotten a call from Ellen, asking vague questions about four people involved, because she was sneaky and unwilling to give away her recipient. He got a text from Chuck asking for Bobby’s specific address, so he could mail his gift off. Dean was actually walking around smiling, despite the cold. And an e-mail turned up in Sam’s inbox (addressed to Dean, who never checked his own e-mail) from Sekrit.Santa.Baby@gmail.com. As well as a tip for keeping witches away, it included the password to the account, and soon all of them were sending and receiving articles that may be of help, links to good reference sites, and youtube videos that had gone viral

3/5

[tawg]

“Hello Dean, Sam.” Dean jumped just enough to knock his coffee over the edge of the table. Castiel watched it fall to the ground and the contents splash over his shoe. Then he turned his attention back to the brothers, and his shoe was suddenly clean and dry. “I hope you are both keeping well

[klutzy_girl]

Sam and Castiel reveal their relationship to Dean and Bobby. Neither of them are surprised.

[spinawebofsound]

Sam takes Cas clothes shopping. Fun times occur in the changing rooms

[woodstarling]

"Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them." SAM CAN SEE CASTIEL'S TRUE FORM~~

Untrue to Form 1/4

[tawg]

At the core of it, Sam had just never been very good at taking orders. He wasn’t the soldier that Dean was, he still resented the hard lessons of his childhood despite how useful they may have been. There was a wide streak in him that felt the need to rebel, and it always did it in the stupidest of ways.

When Dean told him to eat all of his cereal, he’d never finish it, no matter how hungry he was.

When Dad had told him to stay hidden and stay quiet, he’d always felt the need to run out and help.

Hell, when Jess had told him not to stay up all night studying, he had, creeping around the apartment and making coffee with water that hadn’t boiled yet because he was worried the noise would wake her.

So, when he got sent the message, loud and clear, don’t look at angels, your eyeballs will melt out of your FACE. Well. Sam just couldn’t back down from that challenge

Unture to Form 2/2

[tawg]

But despite the initial scolding, and the intense concern in his voice, and his apparent inability to blink, and angels being not at all like Sam had hoped, Castiel had their back. And he was an angel. Sam just wasn’t going to stop being excited about that anytime soon, and he couldn’t help gazing into the eyes of Castiel’s vessel, trying to catch a glimpse of the something more residing in there. Gazing into eyes that were impossibly blue, set in a face that was almost pretty due to it’s harshness

Untrue to Form 3/4

[tawg]

Castiel’s fingers on Sam’s forehead as his whisked them through time and space, and as hard as it was seeing Castiel looking small and broken on a footpath in Lawrence, Sam almost hoped that his true form would break through the cracks. Just one good look