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errant_janeThere's this whole dessert week thing going on at work and tomorrow is my day to bring something in. I am bringing brownies. True, they are pretty much the easiest dessert ever, but also, I really like brownies. They might just be my favorite dessert. And I added mint chocolate chips to make them all festive and shit. WHATEVER, IT'S VALID!
I had a hilarious conversation with my mom today, in which I was mocking her for repeating her stories (mocking is love in my family) and she was like, "Okay, fine. I'm just not going to tell you!" and I was like, "OH NOES, THE SUSPENSE SHALL KILL ME" and she was like, "Nope, I'm not going to say a word" and I was like "CRUEL, CRUEL WOMAN! HOW WILL I SLEEP AT NIGHT?" and so on and so forth and it made me laugh a lot.
So I was like, "I am in a much better mood! I'm good!" and then I went to the store to get brownie fixings and almost cried in the parking lot because of jerkface drivers. Ummmm, okay! Someone needs a nap.
My plan now is to watch all the Chrismukkah episodes of the OC. There is no resisting Seth's Chrismukkah spirit! I think S4 might be my favorite.
Also, here is comment stories of the Dean/Castiel variety that I wrote to cheer![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kadiel_krieger a couple of weeks ago. Just because!
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The problem, Sam thinks, with falling in love with an angel, the implications of the term "falling" aside, is that angels don't really get the whole physicality part of being human. The problem with Dean falling in love with an angel is that, aside from actual sex, he doesn't really either.
The problem with being Sam in this scenario is how exactly to exploit it to its utmost potential in hilarity before he's discovered. Lucky for him, Dean and Castiel are pretty slow on the uptake.
"Does Cas seem..." Sam lets the sentence trail off and waits.
"Seem what?" Dean asks, too casually as he flips through the TV channels, not really looking for anything to watch.
Any qualms Sam may have felt about his plans are quashed by the channel surfing. He hates when Dean has the remote. "Kind of depressed?"
Dean immediately snorts and says, "No."
Sam waits.
"Why do you say that?" Dean glances at him and then back at the TV. "I mean, do you think he seems depressed?"
"I dunno." Sam shrugs. "It seems like maybe, y'know? Being cut off from his brothers and all. I just feel like maybe the guy needs a hug or something.
"So give him a hug." Dean is trying for sarcastic, Sam knows, but it comes out all tight and disapproving.
Sam covers his laugh with a cough. "Uh, yeah. I'm not so sure he'd appreciate the gesture from me."
Dean makes a dismissive "whatever" noise, but the thing is, now he's thinking about it.
Sure enough, the next time Castiel appears with some intel, Dean actually thanks him and then clears his throat, looks at Sam and then back at Castiel and says, "Hey, uh. So." Then he steps forward and wraps his arms around Castiel's shoulders and—
Oh. God. It's awkward. More awkward than Sam could've ever imagined.
It's also the funniest thing he's seen in his entire life.
Castiel looks immediately concerned and sort of pats Dean's body down, asking, "Dean? Are you injured? Do you feel weak?"
"What?!?" Dean pulls away, outraged. "No! Why would you? No!"
"You were in need of my support?" Castiel asks, looking bewildered.
Sam might actually be causing damage to his internal organs in his effort not to laugh. Luckily neither Castiel or Dean is paying him any attention.
"I wasn't— I was just. Nevermind," Dean says and then turns to glare at Sam, who immediately pretends he missed the entire exchange.
***
Sam calls Castiel the next time it's Dean's turn to get dinner. "So, I was wondering," he says as soon as Castiel appears. "If Dean and I both continue to say no to Lucifer and Michael, would that avert the apocalypse indefinitely? Couldn't we just do that?"
Castiel blinks at him for a moment. "No."
"Oh, okay. Just thought I'd check." He shrugs and then gives Castiel his most earnest expression. "And, hey. Don't worry about Dean. He'll get over it eventually."
"I don't know what you're referring to," Castiel says slowly.
"Well, you kind of hurt his feelings with the hug and all," Sam says like it's obvious. "I mean, I'm know you didn't mean it and deep down Dean knows that, too. He's just embarrassed about it right now."
"It?" Castiel sounds even more confused as he tilts his head and narrows his eyes.
"Um, well. Hugging is a sign of affection among, y'know, people," Sam says. "You rejected Dean's affection before. Not intentionally, of course!" He holds out his hand as if to ward off any protests. "Seriously, don't even worry about it."
As if the universe wanted to be in on the joke, Dean chooses that moment to arrive back at the room, his arms laden with McDonalds bags. Castiel honest-to-God launches himself at Dean and wraps his arms around him, causing Dean to clutch and smoosh the bags against his chest.
"I did not mean to reject your affection," Castiel says vehemently.
Dean raises an eyebrow at Sam over Castiel's shoulder.
Sam shrugs and gives him a puzzled look. Totally worth the loss of his fries.
***
OKAY I HAVE TO GO CHECK ON MY BROWNIES NOW!
I had a hilarious conversation with my mom today, in which I was mocking her for repeating her stories (mocking is love in my family) and she was like, "Okay, fine. I'm just not going to tell you!" and I was like, "OH NOES, THE SUSPENSE SHALL KILL ME" and she was like, "Nope, I'm not going to say a word" and I was like "CRUEL, CRUEL WOMAN! HOW WILL I SLEEP AT NIGHT?" and so on and so forth and it made me laugh a lot.
So I was like, "I am in a much better mood! I'm good!" and then I went to the store to get brownie fixings and almost cried in the parking lot because of jerkface drivers. Ummmm, okay! Someone needs a nap.
My plan now is to watch all the Chrismukkah episodes of the OC. There is no resisting Seth's Chrismukkah spirit! I think S4 might be my favorite.
Also, here is comment stories of the Dean/Castiel variety that I wrote to cheer
kadiel_krieger a couple of weeks ago. Just because! ***
The problem, Sam thinks, with falling in love with an angel, the implications of the term "falling" aside, is that angels don't really get the whole physicality part of being human. The problem with Dean falling in love with an angel is that, aside from actual sex, he doesn't really either.
The problem with being Sam in this scenario is how exactly to exploit it to its utmost potential in hilarity before he's discovered. Lucky for him, Dean and Castiel are pretty slow on the uptake.
"Does Cas seem..." Sam lets the sentence trail off and waits.
"Seem what?" Dean asks, too casually as he flips through the TV channels, not really looking for anything to watch.
Any qualms Sam may have felt about his plans are quashed by the channel surfing. He hates when Dean has the remote. "Kind of depressed?"
Dean immediately snorts and says, "No."
Sam waits.
"Why do you say that?" Dean glances at him and then back at the TV. "I mean, do you think he seems depressed?"
"I dunno." Sam shrugs. "It seems like maybe, y'know? Being cut off from his brothers and all. I just feel like maybe the guy needs a hug or something.
"So give him a hug." Dean is trying for sarcastic, Sam knows, but it comes out all tight and disapproving.
Sam covers his laugh with a cough. "Uh, yeah. I'm not so sure he'd appreciate the gesture from me."
Dean makes a dismissive "whatever" noise, but the thing is, now he's thinking about it.
Sure enough, the next time Castiel appears with some intel, Dean actually thanks him and then clears his throat, looks at Sam and then back at Castiel and says, "Hey, uh. So." Then he steps forward and wraps his arms around Castiel's shoulders and—
Oh. God. It's awkward. More awkward than Sam could've ever imagined.
It's also the funniest thing he's seen in his entire life.
Castiel looks immediately concerned and sort of pats Dean's body down, asking, "Dean? Are you injured? Do you feel weak?"
"What?!?" Dean pulls away, outraged. "No! Why would you? No!"
"You were in need of my support?" Castiel asks, looking bewildered.
Sam might actually be causing damage to his internal organs in his effort not to laugh. Luckily neither Castiel or Dean is paying him any attention.
"I wasn't— I was just. Nevermind," Dean says and then turns to glare at Sam, who immediately pretends he missed the entire exchange.
***
Sam calls Castiel the next time it's Dean's turn to get dinner. "So, I was wondering," he says as soon as Castiel appears. "If Dean and I both continue to say no to Lucifer and Michael, would that avert the apocalypse indefinitely? Couldn't we just do that?"
Castiel blinks at him for a moment. "No."
"Oh, okay. Just thought I'd check." He shrugs and then gives Castiel his most earnest expression. "And, hey. Don't worry about Dean. He'll get over it eventually."
"I don't know what you're referring to," Castiel says slowly.
"Well, you kind of hurt his feelings with the hug and all," Sam says like it's obvious. "I mean, I'm know you didn't mean it and deep down Dean knows that, too. He's just embarrassed about it right now."
"It?" Castiel sounds even more confused as he tilts his head and narrows his eyes.
"Um, well. Hugging is a sign of affection among, y'know, people," Sam says. "You rejected Dean's affection before. Not intentionally, of course!" He holds out his hand as if to ward off any protests. "Seriously, don't even worry about it."
As if the universe wanted to be in on the joke, Dean chooses that moment to arrive back at the room, his arms laden with McDonalds bags. Castiel honest-to-God launches himself at Dean and wraps his arms around him, causing Dean to clutch and smoosh the bags against his chest.
"I did not mean to reject your affection," Castiel says vehemently.
Dean raises an eyebrow at Sam over Castiel's shoulder.
Sam shrugs and gives him a puzzled look. Totally worth the loss of his fries.
***
OKAY I HAVE TO GO CHECK ON MY BROWNIES NOW!
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Date: 2009-12-17 12:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-17 12:50 am (UTC)I like minty things.
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Date: 2009-12-22 02:21 am (UTC)Of course mocking is love! *nods vigourously*
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onto the fic:
Ahahhahahaaa, I love this story within the first two paragraphs. Let's see how it gets from here!
Ah, Sam! I had forgotten how much little-brother your Sam is, but I'm certainly remembering it now. Hahahahahaaaa, yes.
THE ENDING IS PRECIOUS AND AWESOME AND EVERYTHING I COULD HAVE WANTED :)
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Date: 2010-03-07 05:03 pm (UTC)Since I just re-read it right now I thought I'd let you know I LOVE IT SO MUCH. You are one of those authors that make me remember every time why I need to keep reading this pairing. :D