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02 December 2009 @ 06:06 pm
Goddamn obsessive personality that I am.  
new OTPs are fun to have. But as

a) my big fic needs betaing (no pressure, dearest beta!)
b) my lady parts are now permanently atingle

I want prompts. Dean/Sam prompts, Dean/Cas prompts, even a Dean/Cas/Sam prompt would be fun. I shall write beta-free drabbles. Please specify adult or not adult.

I have only seen through 5x02. While I catch up, please forgive my anachronicity. ^_^

EDIT: Goddamn, the paper's huge tonight. Will try and do these on the way home if I don't get to it before then.
Moorishmoorishflower on December 2nd, 2009 11:22 pm (UTC)
Eeeeeee~ Write wingporn! Castiel's wings are metaphysical, so they pass through things like tables and doors and the Impala, but Dean sees them as corporeal because (choose your reason). At some point he reaches out to stop a wing from going through something, and Castiel nearly jizzes his pants.
Tiptoe39: dean winkstiptoe39 on December 3rd, 2009 12:45 am (UTC)
"Hey, Cas." Thrown out. Gruffly.


"I can see your wings."

"What?" A frantic look, like he'd just been caught with his fly open.

Dean gestured. "Your wings. How come I can see them?"

"I don't know." Castiel's frown was the same severe face with which he pondered matters of life and death. "Perhaps you're adjusting to life as a future vessel. A piece of heaven,-- mojo, as you call it."

"Dude, they're huge. How do you get in the door with those things?"

"They're not solid," Castiel said. "They reflect the celestial existence within the human vessel."

"Oh." Dean looked disappointed. "I guess I can't touch them, right?"

"No," Castiel said, looking somewhat alarmed. "Please don't touch them."

His hesitation was enough to make Dean want to try.

He waited, though, always looking for a moment when Castiel's guard was down and he wouldn't get put halfway through the wall. That moment never came. Damn the unflinching vigilance of these angels.

So when he did make contact, it was by accident. They'd been walking down a street, and a kid came by on a skateboard. Dean saw a collision coming, didn't recognize it would be with an incorporeal part of Castiel's being, and reached over to guide it away.

Castiel seized up, winced, and groaned aloud.

"Oh, shit, man." Dean withdrew his hand. The skateboarding kid gave them a strange look and headed on down the road. "I'm sorry, man, I didn't realize it'd hurt you."

Castiel looked decisively at the ground. "It didn't... hurt," he said in a halting voice.

"It didn't? You looked like..."

"It didn't hurt." Castiel began to walk away.

"Wait, hold it!" Dean grabbed at him. His hand closed around pure silk, gossamer, gauze and moonlight, and Castiel moaned, legs wobbling, and stumbled off the road to grab hold of a nearby tree.

"Holy shit," Dean breathed, suddenly aware of what was going on.

"You're touching a very personal part of me." Castiel glowered at him, daring him to say something smart. "A place most people don't get to see. Of course they're sensitive."

And he took several gulps of breath, at which point Dean realized he still had his hand around it. It was soft and warm, like a baby's skin. Unable to stop himself, he stroked it a little more.

"Dean--" Castiel's voice was breaking. He put a hand on Dean's shoulder to steady himself. "Stop it--"

"So is it like getting a blowjob?" Dean wondered aloud.

"Be quiet."

"A wing job. I kinda like that..."

And Castiel came up with a much better way to shut Dean up.
Moorishmoorishflower on December 3rd, 2009 03:06 am (UTC)
Eeeeeeee! <3 God I live wingfic. This was awesome~
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 3rd, 2009 03:22 am (UTC)
yay. sorry so short but I did say drabbles!
Moorishmoorishflower on December 3rd, 2009 03:30 am (UTC)
No sorries! <3
Kevin Jonesmulder200 on December 24th, 2009 01:01 am (UTC)
Hehe! I love wing porn.
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 24th, 2009 03:55 am (UTC)
Glad to provide, even if it was just kind of a teaser ;-D
ladywilde80: <supernatural> castielladywilde80 on December 3rd, 2009 12:19 am (UTC)
Just got home from class and working on your fic now.

Let's see prompt. Cas/Dean "You only thought you knew me."
Tiptoe39: castieltiptoe39 on December 3rd, 2009 02:30 am (UTC)
It became a refrain. Whenever they disagreed, whenever Castiel had to deny him the immediate satisfaction of saving the girl or not watching the town burn, Dean would turn to him and say, "Cas, don't do this. I know you. You know this is wrong."

The I know you grated on his patience. It jarred his moral core. It was one thing for Dean to try to convince him of his foolish mortal logic, a point of view that saw no farther than its own horizons. But for him to be so presumptuous as to assume that Castiel had already agreed with him, that he was just holding Dean back out of some sort of stubborn pride, or, worse, malice-- it was more than Castiel could take silently.

So this time, when he stayed Dean's hand and allowed the demon to run free, he was ready for the assault.

"It's a demon. You're an angel. How can you just let him get away? I know you. I can see in your face that don't want to do that. I know--"

"You don't know me." Castiel had seldom raised his voice before but now he thundered, shoved Dean backward. "You only think you know me, but you don't have a clue. Don't have any idea what I feel, or think. You couldn't begin to comprehend the things I have to face."

"You're right. I can't," Dean said, and his boots stamped on the dusty ground. "I don't know what it's like to be an angel. But you've been darkening my door every other day now with your prophecies of doom, and I'd sure as hell like to think I've put up with you long enough to know you just a little. So get off your goddamned high horse and just admit it."

"And if I don't?"

"Then you're not the guy I thought you were."

He sounded so disappointed. For an instant, Castiel wanted to reassure him, to admit to everything he didn't dare even think, to tell Dean what he couldn't yet admit to himself.

Instead, he stared at him coldly. "That's exactly right," he said. "You only thought you knew me."
ladywilde80: <misc> come on get happyladywilde80 on December 3rd, 2009 05:55 pm (UTC)
Re: angstee!
Oh god, you are sucking me into this pairing hardcore with all this crazy good angst. I really love this - after I gave you the prompt, I felt kind of bad because it wasn't something that I myself would have found easy to write and yet, you did it so quickly and so beautifully.

LOVED IT! The way you write these two is just so spot on. ^_^
Tiptoe39: castieltiptoe39 on December 3rd, 2009 06:07 pm (UTC)
Re: angstee!
YAY!! I am so glad you enjoyed it!
saavikam77: Dean/Sam Seancesaavikam77 on December 3rd, 2009 12:32 am (UTC)
Ooooh! Prompting! :D

How about some Dean/Sam, kissing in the snow? (yeah, I'm getting sappy :p) Doesn't have to be adult.

*hugs tight*
Tiptoe39: Sam - Jaredtiptoe39 on December 3rd, 2009 03:21 am (UTC)
not a lot of kissing, but some.
In the end times there's very little of the world that looks unsullied, unspoiled by the death and suffering that surrounds them every day. But on a morning when snow has even pasted white over the soot-black roof of the Impala, for that moment of rediscovery, everything is new and pristine again.

Until your big brother socks you in the back of the head with a snowball, of course.

Sam lurches forward, puts a hand to his now-freezing noggin. "That hurt!"

"They don't call it a snowball therapy session, Sammy." Wide grin and two packed-full fists that go flying, left-right, one in the shoulder and one in the gut, but now Sam's grinning just as widely. He leans forward like a speed skater on the starting line.

"Oh, I see how it is," he says in a warning tone. "You want a fight?"

"Damn straight." Dean's down and scooping.

"Then--" launching himself forward-- "you'll get a fight!" Sam's leaping, a tiger in midair, and he grabs Dean around the waist. Dean falls ass-first to the ground, oofing loudly, then gets a chestful of Sam bearing him down. He's utterly defenseless, wasn't expecting that at all, and a lifetime of combat training has now proven itself completely useless under the illusionary spell of a dusting of snow.

Sam laughs a lopsided chuckle. "Not so tough without your snowballs, then, are you?

"Get the hell off me." Dean struggles, but Sam's bigger, and besides, his frame is a wonderful warm contrast to the cold ground.

"What's that? You want to make a snow angel?" But Sam looks down and sees an angel in the snow. He traces a finger over Dean's Adam's apple.

"Course not," Dean says with a short laugh. "Now that we know real angels wear trenchcoats."

Sam echoes his laugh, and they're the only two people in the whole world right now. Of course they kiss. They kiss like their love and this snow could rebuild the world from this point up. Maybe it can. The angels are banking on it.
saavikam77: Dean/Sam Seancesaavikam77 on December 3rd, 2009 03:43 am (UTC)
Re: not a lot of kissing, but some.
Awww!! ^___^ This hit the spot just perfectly. *contented sigh*

Thank you so much, hon! :D
Tiptoe39: dean winkstiptoe39 on December 3rd, 2009 04:33 am (UTC)
Re: not a lot of kissing, but some.
oh good, totally glad it hit the spot. <3

Moorishmoorishflower on December 3rd, 2009 03:26 am (UTC)
ALRIGHT HOW ABOUT ANOTHER ONE (if I'm allowed). I don't see a lot of Castiel/Sam, so!

Sam has nightmares about Lilith and about Dean's death. Castiel goes against orders and comforts him while Dean sleeps in the next bed over.
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 3rd, 2009 03:28 am (UTC)
will write in metro on way home. baaaaaaai
Tiptoe39: castieltiptoe39 on December 3rd, 2009 04:45 am (UTC)
Sometimes Sam dreamed of Dean being dragged off to hell. Sometimes he dreamed of himself.

Lilith. Child's eyes and pert lips, dainty fingertips becoming claws and pulling at him, weighing Sam down, drowning him in fire. Was it worse than dreaming of the savagery of hellhounds? Was it easier to dream of human blood staining the streets or demon blood staining one's own bones?

The dreams dragged him in, although it wasn't Sam he was supposed to be watching. Castiel found himself locked in mindspace night after night, watching from a distance as Sam struggled and cried out. He dared not make his presence known, so he bore silent witnesses to the atrocities perpetrated by a mind at war with itself.

He wasn't able to connect spiritually with Sam. That was blasphemy, it was treason. It would be noticed.

But his body was that of a man. There would be no trace of his physical proximity.

Castiel made up his mind. One night, he shed his coat and climbed into bed beside the dreaming Sam. And when those thin lips parted to shout, Castiel covered them with his own.

Sam groaned, dream interrupted, and rolled over, settling half his weight onto Castiel's frame. He murmured something and pulled him close, still sleeping. His neck arched thin and yearning in the dim light. Inviting more kisses.

Castiel obliged, dotting presses of pursed mouth against the skin of Sam's neck, letting his human body's instincts guide him and marveling at the reactions each touch brought.

Somewhere in the middle of it all Sam awoke. His eyes fluttered open, and he brought hands up to caress Castiel's jaw.

"You've been in my dreams," he murmured.

Castiel wasn't sure if that was just an acknowledgment of his previous presence, or a confession of something more. "Yes."

"Dean's in the other bed."

A strange thing for him to say. But it was strange that he hadn't flown to his feet, called for help, made a scene. "I know."

Sam half-smiled, an expression beautiful and mysterious as the moon. "Can you be quiet?" he asked.

Castiel's eyes went wide. Sam waited patiently, still smiling, until he found the presence of mind to nod.

Then warm lips engulfed his and arms pulled him down, not into hellfire but into a warm world where bad dreams were banished.
Moorishmoorishflower on December 3rd, 2009 04:49 am (UTC)
D'AWWWWWW. Wonderful! So much potential between those two, but it's hardly ever explored. :)
yours truly: spn: dean/castiel/rainbowsonebrightmoment on December 4th, 2009 06:30 pm (UTC)
hhhmmmm. okay, I don't know how well this would work as a drabble, but here's my bunny:

Dean and Sam save a chick (or) run into a girl hunter and she is bodyswapped with Dean. in a hilarious coincidence, she also has a thing for Cas. so Dean sees his body flirt with and possibly ambush!kiss the angel. I'll leave his reaction up to your imagination.

long prompt is looong. sorry.
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 4th, 2009 07:30 pm (UTC)
If I were gonna write that it'd probably be like long-form. You'd have a) Bodyswap craziness; b) Horrors of she's me and she wants Cas, c) what the hell am I thinking, d) Now that I'm me again, I still want Cas, oh shiiiiiiiit.

It's a pretty cool prompt. Don't know if it's my style, but I could probably pull out a bit of a drabble on it. gimme a bit.
yours truly: stock: sunsetonebrightmoment on December 4th, 2009 07:35 pm (UTC)
yep. pretty much all that you've listed is what's been going through my head. which was precisely why I figured it's a bit much for a drabble. but hey, if you can do something with it... take it and run!
Tiptoe39: dean winkstiptoe39 on December 4th, 2009 07:58 pm (UTC)
Oh, this was just sheer and utter misery.

It had been bad enough that this girl had immediately started chatting up Castiel in the worst way. She'd been annoying before, asking a zillion questions about tricksters and witches and how they couldn't figure out which one was behind this job, and then Castiel had made one of his unannounced visits and the drool had been fairly hanging off her chin.

And then the witch had struck, and Dean had found himself in the middle of one of his dearest fantasies. But instead of going home to go fondle his brand-new boobs for a day, he had a damn witch to track down in this... extremely bouncy... body. And what was worse, she was still, STILL coming on to Cas. Only she was he.

"I can't-- I can't do this," Castiel was saying, pushing him/her away. Dean wondered if they had any idea he was watching. They'd wandered their own separate ways in the forest outside of town in search of the witch's nest. It wasn't Dean's fault he'd gotten turned around and ended up watching them from behind a tree like this. He wasn't intending to be nefarious.

"Come on," his voice was saying. Ugh, did he sound like this much of a sleaze when he was coming on to women? "I saw the way you look at him." Wait, what? "I know why you weren't paying any attention to me before." What? "Now you can have what you always wanted." WHATWHATWHAT!??

"You're not Dean," Castiel was saying. In a choking voice. Oh, God, had Cas been looking at him like that all the time and he'd never noticed?

"Details," the husky voice that was his own said, and then his lips were on Castiel's. And Dean himself was stuck on the outside looking in.

Was Cas really raising his arms to cup his face? Was he really pulling him closer, tugging him around the waist and sighing into the kiss?

What must that feel like? If he were in his own body, if it were really him, would Cas still want to...

...but yes, that's what he'd said.

Oh shit the shirts were coming off now, and Dean reached down in the usual habitual motion to avoid embarrassment when he'd gotten turned on. But girl's body. Nothing there to adjust. He wasn't hard. But hot shit, was he ever wet.
yours truly: spn: for the fangirlsonebrightmoment on December 4th, 2009 09:37 pm (UTC)


Tiptoe39: cmere youtiptoe39 on December 4th, 2009 09:49 pm (UTC)
I am so, so, so glad you enjoyed! I love inspiring keysmashing and capslock abuse!!!

Kevin Jonesmulder200 on December 24th, 2009 01:00 am (UTC)
Oh man! I would love to see this expanded into a bigger fic. This would be awesome!
Tiptoe39: dean winkstiptoe39 on December 24th, 2009 03:56 am (UTC)
Ahaha! If you want to run with it, feel free!
Kevin Jonesmulder200 on December 24th, 2009 05:41 am (UTC)
I REALLY want to but I am not sure if I could do it justice.