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05 March 2011 @ 07:17 pm
WAFF-a-thon III - Official Thread  
And if we all could spread a little sunshine
All could lend a helping hand
We all would be a little closer
To the Promised Land


WAFFathon III Official Thread



Welcome, everyone, to the third official WAFFathon, making the Internet a little happier. The premise behind the WAFFathon is simple: Fandom is great, but let's face it, it can get pretty dark around here at times. Not to mention that it rains absolute CRAP on the characters we most love. So to make their not-quite-canon lives a little better, and to increase the per-capita volume of Warm and Fuzzy Feelings (WAFF for short) on these here intertubes, the WAFFathon has arrived!


How to Play:



1)  Comment with a fandom, a pairing, and a prompt. Your prompt can be specific, general, vague, cryptic, silly, goofy, OOC, AU, sexy, anything you like, so long as it brings a little sunshine in the end.

2) Find a prompt you like and make something fluffy and feel-goody out of it. Fanfic, fanart, manips, icons, vids, fanmixes, motis and macros, and anything else creative are all welcome. Adult content is also welcome, but remember that the goal is to be WAFFy!

3) Post it (or a link to it) in the comments.

4) Watch people's lives light up!

The Rules:



1) Provide lots of encouragement to the creators. Feedback. Compliment. Hug. Friend. Mem. It's good karma.

2) This meme will be very lightly policed, but policed it will be. So behave. No trashing of others, fandoms, ships, chars, stories, or the meme writ large will be tolerated. Friendly concrit or suggestions are fine, but keep in mind that we are trying to make people happy, not insecure. As your Moddess Goddess(TM), I reserve the right to do what I feel I need to do. Which I hope will be nothing, but which you are hereby forewarned can change depending on my very mercurial mood. So... like I said. Behave.

3) I have no end date in sight for this meme, but I suggest keeping it a weeklong activity.

4) You are more than welcome to crosspost your creative works wherever you like. It should go without saying that taking someone else's work and passing it off as your own elsewhere is unacceptable by any definition. I refer folks to stop_plagiarism   as a good place to follow up on any problems that might occur.

Make the world even happier!



A couple of extra things you can do if you want to make everyone happier:

1) Readers/viewers: If you find an author/creative person you like, go back through their other works and comment on them, or rec their works on your journal. Creative people love feedback and it's especially gratifying when you get feedback on something you thought was lost to time and when someone likes your work enough to recommend it to his or her friends.

2) Creators: be sure to thank readers for their time and energy spent on your work. Friend them if they've friended you or recced you. One of the great things about fan-creative communities is the proximity you can have to the people you admire and respect. We don't get to have conversations with Joss and Kripke and the rest, but we can talk to each other and that's even cooler.

3) Pimp this meme to any friends or communities you think would be interested. You can find banners and code at the Banner Dump thread. Hotlink your little hearts out!

 
4) If you're feeling really encouraged, please consider making the world a better place on behalf of the fandom community.

CLICK!
The Hunger Site
The Breast Cancer Site
The Child Health Site


DONATE!
International Committee of the Red Cross * America's Second Harvest * Humane Society International * UNICEF * American Cancer Society * Oxfam * Amnesty International

(I know we're all poor in fandom, but we're actually very rich!)

5) Tell someone you love today how much you care for and appreciate them, and remember: Happiness is a completely renewable energy source!

THANKS TO...



...perdiccas   and oxoniensis   for hosting similar memes in the past that I've participated in. You guys set up the model for me to build on.

...peppervl, talli_approved, krystalicekitsu, toestastegood, darth_firefly, cassopeia, sin_stained_ink, ratherastory, starrfire,
moorishflower, speccygeekgrrl, darkamber, cassiopeia7, kirihana527, sycophantastic, zekkass, nalathilion, baba_o_reily, hils, ibonekoen, theradicalrad, 9tiptoes, taliatoennien, melalucci, bientot, archiveninja, stellamaris99, and jaune_chat
  for cheering for the idea and volunteering to leave prompts, fill prompts, and/or pimp.

...YOU! for reading and writing!

Happy happifying!

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Tiptoe39: wincesttiptoe39 on March 6th, 2011 12:20 am (UTC)
Supernatural, Sam & Dean, and they ride off into the sunset, together.
Laurenjabber_moose on March 6th, 2011 03:49 am (UTC)
The sound of the Impala's trunk sounded like an ending to Sam and Dean. There were still monsters out there..both supernatural and demon alike. There would always be death, and pain, and things that went bump in the night.

But it was time for someone else to take their chance at saving the world a couple of times. Maybe they'd do it with a few less screw ups.

Maybe not.

Dean lifted his head, squinting at the horizon. "Could probably cover a couple hundred miles before total darkness. Hundred more before we get some shut eye."

Sam nodded, sliding his laptop into its case. "There's no rush, Dean. We don't..have any place to be, really."

Dean flashed his brother a grin. "Damn right, just us, my baby, and one big, open road."

Almost as though in sync, they climbed into their respective seats, letting the doors of the car tuck them safely into the place they'd called home nearly their whole lives.

"Aren't you going to say something?" Sam asked, after a moment. "Isn't this usually where you make some kind of...cliche comment about the situation?"

Dean just shrugged, turning the keys in the ignition, and reaching for a cassette. "Like what?"

"Like..the fact that we're riding off into the sunset?"

"Sammy, please," Dean scoffed. "That's just your inner chick talking. I would never--"

"You were thinking it."

Dean looked over at Sam, feigning irritation. "Bitch."

Sam just laughed, openly, letting his head fall back against the seat. "Jerk."

Dean hit the gas, and chased the sunset.
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Tiptoe39: dinahtiptoe39 on March 6th, 2011 12:22 am (UTC)
BSG, Gaius/Starbuck, he hasn't had this much fun in years

(if you can keep the later season spoilers to a min that'd be great, we're still on season 1)
Tiptoe39: oliviatiptoe39 on March 6th, 2011 12:22 am (UTC)
Fringe, Peter/Olivia, in bed after their first time... their "real" first time
jaune_chat: Fringe Olivia Peter Vulcan Salutejaune_chat on March 8th, 2011 02:00 am (UTC)
It's amazingly good. Not the sex, though that was good too. Well, better than good. Great. Great is the word he's looking for.

Thank God he's learned to keep his mouth shut until post-orgasmic stupidity fades.

But what's good is being here, feeling Olivia beside him, relaxed and happy and actually content for once. She loves him, he loves her, wants to be with her, and now it's real and solid. No longer fantasies or desperate pleas across planar boundaries. No more deception from doppelgangers.

Olivia sighs and cuddles closer to him, pillowing her head on his chest, her arm across his stomach, her fingers idly stroking his ribs. Peter knows he shouldn't compare, but he can't help himself. And strangely enough, it's here where the difference shows on that visceral level. The other Olivia had been more uninhibited, more open, which had certainly made things more acrobatic. But she was just as open in bed as outside it.

The real Olivia... it had been so much more of an act of trust to open up. Seeing her open herself up for him, letting him kiss her when she was vulnerable and emotionally naked, was more spine-tingling than anything he'd been shown before. Seeing Olivia smile when he tickled her, watching her wry triumph when she wrung a gasp out of him that made him reach for her, that satisfied cravings he hadn't known he had.

She'd offered him more than a sweaty athletic endeavor, more than pillow talk, more than companionship and affection. She'd offered him herself, and had taken what he'd given as if she wasn't sure she was worthy of the honor.

He felt the same way.

Peter buried his face in Olivia's hair and held her close, knowing her relaxed trust was just for right now, for them alone.

"I'm so glad I'm with you," he whispered.

Olivia pressed her hand over Peter's heart with no hesitation. "I love you, too."
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Tiptoe39: insane magnificent Tentiptoe39 on March 6th, 2011 12:23 am (UTC)
Dexter, any, simple joys have a simple voice -- they say, why not go ahead?
Nessa--The Smite Faerie: J2 Buddiespeppervl on March 6th, 2011 12:23 am (UTC)
Supernatural RPS, J2, Kisses
Terry, God of All that is not bad: J2- zomg hawtkrystalicekitsu on March 6th, 2011 01:19 am (UTC)
Jensen pulls back with a laugh, "Would you stop that? I haven't finished highlighting yet."

Jared just grins and leans in again, arms keeping his costar in his chair. "But I'm hungry," kiss, "and we finished ten minutes ago," kiss, "and I have coupons for Anthony's in Bellingham," kiss, "and-"

Jared sputters, laughing as he pulls back and wipes his cheek. "You ass, what was that for?"

Jensen smirks and sticks out his tongue. "Let me finish and you can have your all-you-can-eat-crab night," he says.

"Fine," Jared mock huffs, "I guess I'll have to eat the Bailey's cream moose without-"

"Wait, what now?" Jensen asks, leaping up from his chair, script and highlighter left behind on the canvas seat, "No one said anything about Bailey's cream moose."

"I think I just did," Jared teases.

"You," Jensen pauses to drag Jared down for a kiss full of enthusiastic lips and tongue, "are-"

"-awesome, I know." Jared smiles down at Jensen, soaking him in.

Jensen heads towards the car and the impatiently waiting Clif.

Jared stops for a moment, glances around and does a little jig. Oh, he so rocks. Crab and dessert with a crazy costar who sees moose and gets a hard on faster than a virgin in a titty-bar?

His night, made.
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talli_approvedtalli_approved on March 6th, 2011 12:23 am (UTC)
Dean/Castiel, High school AU. Dean just turned 17 and there's a new teacher (Castiel.) I would love some really sweet, genuine (and preferably realistic) interactions between Dean and Cas. Getting to know each other, falling for each other, fighting the wrongness, stuff like that.

Some NC-17 stuff is always welcome :D

Whoever writes this fic for me, I will love you forever!


Edited at 2011-03-06 12:24 am (UTC)
Tiptoe39: Cas smilestiptoe39 on March 7th, 2011 03:10 am (UTC)
Vignette 1 of ??
The guy doesn't look like he's been out of school that long. To Dean, he's the epitome of a green teacher who's never been in front of a real class before. Stiff, nervous, with a habit of licking his lips and looking down at his notes every two seconds. If this were the beginning of a movie the kids would laugh at him, make his life miserable, until suddenly the teacher proved to be inspirational beyond belief.

This isn't a movie, and this guy isn't inspirational. He's talking about poetry, and he doesn't look like there's any poetry in his soul whatsoever. Frankly, Dean thinks with an inner scoff, he doesn't look like he's ever been laid.

He raises his hand.

"I think it's about gay sex," he says.

The class titters. Mr. Engel flushes, but he looks... the opposite of shocked. He looks encouraged. And with the flush, and the blue eyes trained on Dean, Dean's starting to feel a prickle under his skin that threatens to disrupt even his usually unflappable cool.

"I mean," he goes on, ignoring the slight skip he gives over the first syllable, "all this talk about riding horses and their flanks and stuff, it's like he's talking about some muscleman. Wants to run his hands over his muscles and stuff? How is that not some gay love affair?"

Mr. Engel leans forward. "I've been waiting for--" He looks up at the clock-- "thirty-five minutes for someone in here to state the obvious. Well done, Mr..."

"Dean Winchester." Dean speaks the name with as much pride as he can muster.

Just before Mr. Engel launches into a surprisingly impassioned lecture about how poetry is full of ribald references, and looking for them is half the fun of studying it, his lips quirk upward into a little smile. Like it's meant for Dean and Dean alone. Dean memorizes it, and finds he's clutching the memory close for the rest of the hour.
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Tiptoe39: good fortune - DWtiptoe39 on March 6th, 2011 12:24 am (UTC)
DW, Eleven/Amy/Rory, baking cookies in the TARDIS' kitchen
{ embracing the storm }: DW knock knock jokemithrel on March 6th, 2011 04:05 am (UTC)
“I didn’t even know the TARDIS had a kitchen,” the Doctor complained.

“That’s because all you eat is that glop from the replicator,” Amy shot back.

The Doctor sighed. “It’s not a replicator. It’s a synthesizer. Totally different.”

“Whatever. Pass the sugar.”

“Is there a reason we’re baking cookies?” Rory asked, as he rummaged in a cupboard.

“Do you need a reason to make cookies?” Amy carefully measured out the sugar. Her cookies were going to be the only decent ones, she was sure. Rory had put too much milk in, so had to add more flour to soak it up, then more milk as he added too much flour. And she didn’t want to speculate on what kind of cookies the Doctor was making. So far he’d added cinnamon; sugar; chocolate, butterscotch and caramel chips; peppermint extract, and she didn’t even know what else.

Amy herself was making chocolate chip cookies. Classic, universal, and nearly impossible to mess up.

Speaking of messes…

Rory’s got flour in his hair, and the Doctor’s portion of the counter looked like an explosion in a candy factory. She sighed, put her tray in the oven, and walked over to the less catastrophic of the two.

“Oi!” Rory complained as she brushed off his hair.

“C’mere, you!” she said, and spun him around for a kiss.

The Doctor pouted, so she kissed him too.

Rory’s cookies somehow manage to be both burned and underdone. The Doctor’s threaten to send them into a diabetic coma just looking at them.

Amy’s are perfect, but she doesn’t rub it in.
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Nessa--The Smite Faerie: SPN Happy Sampeppervl on March 6th, 2011 12:25 am (UTC)
Supernatural, Sam/Castiel, learning new things.
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Shonatoestastegood on March 6th, 2011 12:25 am (UTC)
Heroes, Adam/Monica, warming up
Terry, God of All that is not bad: cas- candle underglowkrystalicekitsu on March 6th, 2011 12:28 am (UTC)
Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, he gets one wish and he brings his lover back. REUNION FIC PLZ!
Laurenjabber_moose on March 6th, 2011 02:27 am (UTC)
He did it once he knew Dean was asleep, too tired to put up with what he knew would happen if Dean knew.

If he knew that at night, Sam knelt at the window, and literally wished upon a star.

It wasn't as though he had many options. He had stopped looking to any God or Heaven to make things okay a long time ago. The irony of it all was laughable.

God? Heaven? Angels?

The one thing he did wish for, all intricately linked. An angel.

A specific angel.

So now, away from Dean's watchful eyes, Sam breathed in the night, and wished.

Waited.

When nothing happened, Sam began to laugh, softly, at himself. For expecting anything to happen.

"And that's what i like best about you," a voice from behind him said, tinged with amusement and fondness. "You've got the good humor to laugh at moronic little things you do."

Sam stopped in mid laugh, breath catching in his throat, and he held it, refusing to look. To hope.

"You can turn around, Sam," Gabriel's voice softened. "I'll be here. Promise."

So Sam turned, and Gabriel was still there in all his short stature, laughing golden eyes, and bemused expression.

"There you go," Gabriel grinned. "Now you've got about five seconds to use those legs of yours to cover ground and kiss me, you fool."

Sam's feet moved before his brain caught up, fingers grasping at Gabriel's jacket, kissing him deeply.

And if Gabriel happened to hum a familiar tune about wishing upon a star, Sam just kissed him into silence.

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Nessa--The Smite Faerie: Quill Penpeppervl on March 6th, 2011 12:28 am (UTC)
Doctor Who, human!Ten & Rose, settling in together.
Moorishmoorishflower on March 6th, 2011 10:08 pm (UTC)
It's been a long time since I watched the Rose eps so forgive me for inaccuracy?
They buy a flat in Cardiff.

Well, technically she buys the flat, because it's not like the Doctor has any money to his name, and they both settle on Cardiff because London has too many memories crowding it, so that when they walk the streets it feels as though they're trying to shoulder their way past impossible burdens, big as skyscrapers, too thick to pierce.

Rose asks him - him? Doctor? Number ten? He doesn't have a proper human name, and she doesn't offer him one - if he'd like to have his own room, or if he'd like to share hers.

"My own," he says, but when she buys the flat the first thing he does is to turn that room into a study. She wonders if she should feel put-upon, that he had asked for his own room and had immediately bustled his way into hers, but all she feels is a vague sense of...she's not sure. It's roughly similar to how she had sometimes felt when she looked at Mickey. Protective, maybe.

Sometimes he spends the night in his study, and sometimes Rose walks in on him when he isn't expecting it. He spends a lot of time staring at his hands. She wonders if he has every single memory of the real Doctor. Does he remember the Face of Boe? How they first met? That awful skin-woman?

She wouldn't call his moods melancholy, but there's a wistfulness to them that she wishes she could ease.

"Come out with me," she says one night, and he looks at her like he used to, kind of bewildered and strange. His hair is fly-away and ridiculous and she smoothes her fingers through it. He tilts his head into the touch like a cat, like he's touch-starved. "We'll go to the pub and get absolutely smashed, and then we'll probably shout a lot and do something we'll regret in the morning."

His lips quirk. "That's not how I pictured spending the evening."

"Since when have you been into making plans?" She slides her hands down to his shoulders, tries to pull him up. "Besides, haven't you realized what this means? You're human. Or...mostly. You're allowed to make mistakes now." She leans forward when he doesn't get up, curling her arms around his shoulders and giving him a quick, fierce hug. "You're allowed to put yourself first now," she whispers, and he makes a soft sound. She'd thought that this Doctor, this form, would be more tactile, but apparently she was wrong, because he doesn't hug her back. Instead, as she slowly pulls away, she sees that he's smiling.

His smile is brilliant.

"Come out with me," she repeats, and he finally stands.
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Nessa--The Smite Faerie: J2 Happy Boyspeppervl on March 6th, 2011 12:29 am (UTC)
Supernatural RPS, J2, puppies.
Sakurasakura_no_mi on March 6th, 2011 02:07 am (UTC)
Even after all these years together, Jared never fails to amuse – and more importantly – surprise him. Jensen's in the catering tent when he spots Jared walking across the lot, arms wrapped around a gigantic cardboard box. As Jared nears, Jensen drops his sandwich down to his plate. “Son of a bitch,” he muses. When Jared finally reaches the table and sets the box down next to Jensen's lunch, the older man looks at him, eyebrow quirked. “Really, Jared?”

Almost on cue, a furry brown head pops up, peering over the edge of the box, wide doe-eyes trained on Jensen's sandwich. It's joined by another a split-second later, and then another, until four pairs of shiny puppy-dog eyes, soft pink tongues and wagging tails are squirming around, trying to get out of that damn cardboard box.

“Someone left them on the side of the road,” Jared says, irrationally offended. It's not irrational though, not if you know Jared at all. “Couldn't just leave 'em there.”

Jared reaches in and picks one of the puppies up – this one's got a dark brown patch of fur on the top of his head, making him look like he's wearing a beanie – cradling it against his belly and the crook of his arm. The puppy promptly scrambles up Jared's muscled chest, until both of its paws are resting on his shoulder and he begins to lick happily at Jared's cheek.

Jensen can't help but smile. Jared's as big as a tree but as sweet and gentle as they come, especially when it comes to animals. Jared huffs out a laugh and scrunches his nose, but he doesn't move the dog away, just lets him continue to lap at his face to his heart's content.

Jensen doesn't protest as Jared reaches into the box and sets another puppy down on Jensen's lap. This one's lighter-colored, almost tan; she's tiny and impossibly soft and silky. He reaches into the box and retrieves another puppy while Jared grabs the other one and sits down at the table. He can't help the chuckle from escaping his throat when one of the dogs shoves its head into his jacket and starts to burrow deeper, nestling itself against his body. All that's visible anymore is his little rear-end, tail wagging happily.

“She likes you,” Jared grins. The smile fades from his lips though, and he looks more serious than he ever has as he asks, “Can we keep them?” And hell if he doesn't seem about five years old, holding his breath as he waits for an answer.

“Yeah,” Jensen grins. “Of course.”

“This one's gonna be named 'Dean',” Jared beams. He holds up a puppy squirming around so hard that he's panting and his fur is all mussed. “Cause you're a trouble-maker, aren't ya, buddy?” he asks the dog.

Jensen just shakes his head and laughs, surprising even himself at the things he'll do for love.
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Shonatoestastegood on March 6th, 2011 12:30 am (UTC)
Doctor Who, Amy/Donna, wedding dresses
lea: drwho amy sunflowerslovedlea on March 6th, 2011 10:19 pm (UTC)
Bigger Not Better
"Oi! The bigger the better!" Donna tugged the dress out of Amy's hands and threw it at the closest assistant. She was not letting this poor girl walk down the aisle in something that looked like lingerie! Especially not with the Doctor and Jack Harkness around. Donna was still working on getting Jack's attention, wouldn't do to have him drooling after the bride.

"I liked that one!"

"You looked like a tart."

Amy opened her mouth and then snapped it shut. The Doctor, who just happened to be sitting across the room waiting for them, chuckled. If anyone could shut Amy's mouth for longer than ten seconds (ten seconds being the amount of time before she had to breathe when Rory shut her mouth) it was Donna Noble. This was his most brilliant idea yet.

"You're the bride, Amy, center of attention. Got to make it big, honey. The bigger the better." Donna reached over, winking at the Doctor as she pulled the curtain between them.

There was a lot of grunting and groaning. He could hear Donna telling Amy to suck it in and Amy saying that she couldn't suck any harder. The erupting giggles left him curious and rolling his eyes a bit. And still wondering how he got roped into this. Wasn't he supposed to be at the bachelor party? Well, again. The first time he'd been there he'd kidnapped the groom, but it was different now.

Suddenly, Donna peeked out of the curtain, looking liek the cat that got the canary. She swept the curtains back in the most dramatic motion possible and the Doctor was surprised she hadn't pulled them out of the rail that way. But Donna's "Voila!" and the spin of the bride caught his attention before he could mention it.

Now, the Doctor wasn't one to laugh at a woman in a pretty dress, he'd even complimented Donna once or twice on it. But Amy looked like a cream puff. She looked like a cake, with all the ruffles and embroidery and sparkles. The dress was at least three times as big as she was. The train was long enough that the Doctor was pretty sure even the TARDIS would have trouble fitting the whole thing inside. And Amy looked positively mortified, blushing all the way down into her fingertips.

"Eh... maybe we should try something a little less... extravagant? Not that you don't have great taste, Donna, but I think the dress is trying to devour Amy."

Donna huffed, tugging at the curtain to pull it closed again. "You just have no taste, spaceman, that's your problem!"

Ten minutes, and a lot less "suck it in" and "squeeze" comments later, Donna tugged the curtain open again. "Well, I think it could be a little bigger around the -"

The Doctor was up, grinning as he crossed the room to move around the pedestal Amy was standing on. Amy was actually smiling, despite the curious way the Doctor examined her. He nearly knocked into Donna and she jerked her hand out, letting him walk face first into her palm. "Well, say something. Don't just leave her standing there. Honestly, Doctor, sometimes I wonder if you ever had manners!"

Amy was gorgeous. The bell of the dress didn't make it look like she was sinking into fabric quicksand, the lace was discreet but framed her bare skin beautifully, and her shoulders and arms were bare but not provocatively so.

"Yes, I think it'll do."

Amy grinned, face flushed with excitement.

Donna, on the other hand, smacked him upside the back of the head. "Say something nice, you dolt!"

"What? What? I did!"

"Tell her she's pretty, spaceman. It'll do." Donna rolled her eyes. "What sort of a compliment is that? You and I need to have a serious talk about your manners!"

Donna rambled, but Amy just leaned over, kissing the Doctor on the cheek. "Thank you."
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Gina Marie: cas sexhairsycophantastic on March 6th, 2011 12:30 am (UTC)
Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, human!Cas gets a papercut, ow! Dean kisses it better, n'aaaw. PG to NC-17 is totally cool with me (but if you know me at all, you're already aware that NC-17 is preferred, hehe)
Laurenjabber_moose on March 6th, 2011 02:38 am (UTC)
"You're being the biggest baby about this, you know," Dean smirked, crossing to the sink and running the water.

"I am not being a baby, Dean," Castiel said, darkly, holding a tissue to his finger. "It took me by surprise."

"Yeah, well, papercuts will do that for you," Dean gestured. "Stick your finger under here 'till i get a bandaid, alright?" There was no response, and Dean looked over to see Cas staring at his finger like it had somehow wronged him. He sighed, headed over, curling his fingers around Cas' wrist, and tugging him to the sink, letting the water hit the slice in Cas' finger.

Cas hissed in response, surprised, and Dean shook his head, running his fingers through Cas' hair, before fetching a band-aid.

"There was no immediate pain," Cas mused, brow furrowed as Dean bandaged his finger. "There's relief, but it stings."

Dean rolled his eyes, and lifted Cas' hand, kissing the bandaged finger, despite his inner horror at the girlish-ness of the gesture. "Better?"

There was silence, and Dean looked up to see Cas fighting a smile. "Considerably. I think it would be in my best interest if you did it again."

And Dean warmed to Cas' attempt, and rewarded him with another kiss, followed by another, until the bandaged finger was promptly forgotten in favor of other parts of Cas begging to be 'made better'.
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Terry, God of All that is not bad: cas- candle underglowkrystalicekitsu on March 20th, 2011 07:54 pm (UTC)
Filled: Those Lights (pre-Dean/Castiel/Balthazar, PG-13, 1/2)
Dean doesn't even blink at the sound of feathers ripping through the heady afternoon heat. Mostly because blinking would require him to open his eyes, but also because-

"Dean-. Why are you..."

Dean grunts and lifts his head from the back of the couch, blinking blearily up at Cas. He shifts, searching out unexploited cool on the worn seats cushions and then shifts again, his jockeys sticking and pulling uncomfortably against his skin. "'s hot, Cas. Tryin'ta cool down."

Cas tilts his head to the side, frowning like the act of staring will make Dean make sense. Closing his eyes, Dean huffs and lets his head fall back to the seat, "If you're not gonna talk, move outta the way."

He can feel Cas blink, hears the confused shuffle, and then the deliberate steps to one side. The pleased sigh is lost to the cool breeze of the oscillating fan and the rustle of a moving trench coat.

Gotta love summers in South Dakota.

"I couldn't find any good brandy, but I did discover a bottle of syrah hiding-," the light taps of bare feet on wood slow and then stop and Dean would sigh, would roll his eyes or make some snark but honestly? He doesn't have the energy. Being this damn hot always saps his strength and there's no real need for him to move. Much easier to let the damn angels talk it out above him.

Only...

He cracks an eye and then does sigh because they're both staring at each other.

"Cas-"

"I-"

Dean snorts and opens the other eye. Looks like he's going to get involved anyway.

"Alright, you big girls, enough with the longing looks." He lifts a hand towards Balthazar and make a grabby motion for the chilled, condensation-licked bottle and crappy plastic glass he's got wedged between his fingers. "Gimme the booze and go get the rest. Bobby keeps a pack of PBRs underneath the 18th century reference books." At Balthazar's questioning look he adds, "In the basement" and ignores the continued confusion by waving until the angel deposits the bottle and glass on the coffee table and pads off to the stairs.

Dean can feel the stare trying to bore its way into his head.

"He's-"

"Was making me hot looking at him," Dean slides his eyes pointedly to Cas' multiple layers as he digs out the cork with his pocket knife.

Cas rolls his eyes- rolls his eyes- at him before stripping out of his coat and jacket, tugging the tie off and over his head. At Dean's pointed cough, Cas sighs in the most put-upon way anybody's ever done (must be taking lessons from Sam) and toes off his shoes, rolling up his sleeves before he kicks off his socks.

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