Within the same vain

[kellifer]

with_a_kay had an excellent sanity-saving idea. I think the walking-through-treacle-ness of my Big Bang is currently crushing my muse's spirit (I can only make her feet out from underneath the pile like the Wicked Witch and someone is about to snag her ruby slippers the bastards) so...

Prompt me with crack-y J2 or Sam-Dean AU ideas. I will brain dump craft the first 5 requests. (Keep requesting after the five if I get that many if you like because I plan a marathon writing session over the weekend and may need small breaks to write crack).

Help a girl to stop her creative brain leaking out of her ears.

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Dean becomes a vegan.

OR

Jared takes up scrapbooking.

OR

Young Sam's secret classes in ballet.

OR

Jensen has the ability to turn himself invisible at will.

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Hahahahahaaaa!

These will be making me laugh for days.

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When Jared asks for photos, it's no big deal. He knows Jensen takes a lot of them, would have a camera attached to his face permanently in a kind of freakish cyberpunk graft if it were an option and so it's not all that unusual.

Jared apparently stealing most of the glitter from the makeup trailer makes Jensen, however, very uneasy.

There's definitely further evidence of something strange being afoot when Jensen goes into Jared's trailer to find his gloves in Jared's freezer (don't ask) and sees teeny bits of cardboard and... lace all over the place.

"He's up to something," Jensen says, leaning sideways into Misha's space between takes. He's eyeing Jared who's hovering just off camera, feeding he and Misha lines while they have their staggered, soap opera-ish side of the conversation both facing the camera.

Jensen never really understood talking to the camera while the person you were having a conversation with was behind you. Talking to a dude's back? That shit was rude.

Misha's eyes slide sideways and back without him moving his head an inch. He's been screamed at by the lighting guys three times already and Jensen understands his hesitation about bringing down further wrath.

"Isn't he always up to something?" Misha asks after a long, contemplative pause. "Y'know, it's Jared."

"Yeah, but this time he's... I think he's making something," Jensen says, wondering just what the hell Jared can MacGyver up with cardboard, glitter and photographs. "I think he's trying to hex me or something."

"Why would he do that?"

"I don't know," Jensen huffs, raising a hand to scrub over the back of his head and having Elsa from hair and makeup fairly blanch when he mucks up whatever careful disarray she'd achieved. He grimaces at her as she advances with pots of gel and a cannister of hairspray in hand.

"Y'know, he did ask for his glue gun back," Misha observes, as if this isn't a vital and terrifying piece of information. All members of cast and crew had heaved a sigh of collective relief when Jared had grown bored of sticking plastic animals and toy cars on anything that stayed still long enough.

"Christ," Jensen groans. "We're doomed."

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Jared = Glitter. LOTS AND LOTS OF GLITTER.

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