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[kellifer]

- Under 100 word request ficlets. Give me a fandom (that I write), a character or pairing (that I write) and a descriptive word or an ordinary domestic task.

- I know there are a lot of people anticipating and invested in the robot!Dean story that I am working on and I'm tempted to open it up since it's technically a request fic since so many of you asked for a followup so nicely. Keep in mind that this is a story from Dean's POV and a quest for the elusive Supernatural brand of blue fairy but I'm also doing some flashbacks etc. What would you like to see in the story? (Please remember my brain is a strange place and deirdre_c's story that thing that's golden eventuated from her asking for the boys doing something domestic like vacuuming so you never know what you're going to get).

- I haven't seen my spn_summergen request yet. My first story has been posted but my pitch-hit hasn't as yet. Just watching the community. If anyone *has* seen my request come up and I missed it like a dufuss please let me know.

- Now purely for fun - have a teeny tiny Doll!Castiel fic.



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"Dude, that’s not even funny. Where the hell did you get that thing anyway?” Dean asked on a Tuesday morning when he woke up to a very realistic-looking Castiel doll sitting on the bedside table, propped up against a lamp.

“What thing?” the doll asked and Dean fell out of bed.

^o^

"I don't see why you find this amusing," Castiel grouches, pacing the small round table next to the kitchenette. His tiny trenchcoat swishes with his movement and Dean could swear his unruly yarn hair is blowing in an invisible breeze.

"Believe me, I'm just glad it's not me this time," Dean says, trying to get his chuckling under control.

Right at that moment, Sam bursts into the room. He sees Dean, sees the doll version of Castiel and lets out a relieved-sounding breath. "Thank christ, she was blaming me for this," Sam says, indicating his breast pocket. Dean hadn't noticed when Sam first entered that there's something tucked into the pocket like a handkerchief.

It looks a lot like a small female doll with long black yarn hair and a really pissed-off expression.

Comments

[sams1ra.livejournal.com]

Hee!
Doll!Ruby is so much better! I'd totally stick needles in her ^__~

[intermezzo]

IAWTC. Also? LOL

kellifer_fic, you seem to have a thing for doll!fics. I'm SO not complaining, just stating a fact. ^__^

SGA/SG1. Lorne/Novak. Changing sheets/making the bed

[earthquakedream.livejournal.com]

Okay, firstly, that doll snippet is AWESOME. Heeee.

Also, for this I'm gonna go with the same pairing I asked for last time you did drabble requests and ask for - Sam Winchester/Matt Farrel, cooking a meal. <3

(ps...I used to be earthquakedream :D )

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I might go over 100 words on some of these... heh.

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Matt has bony elbows.

Sam learns this when they wash dishes, or at least he washes and Matt pretends to dry which means he holds one plate with his dishrag for the entire fifteen minutes it takes Sam to wash and then leaves the rest to drain.

He learns it when they both accidentally try to go through a doorway at the same time.

He learns it when Matt flails around in his sleep, always a mover, never really at peace because his manic-ness translates to his body when he's unconscious and can't talk it out of him.

He doesn't really mind. It's just Matt, as much a thing to like as his over-generous mouth and quick wit. At least, that's what Sam tells himself when he gets one of those pointy little suckers to his ribs for the third time in as many minutes as they chop vegetables side by side.

"How about I finish this and you go set the table?" Sam suggests and then grins when Matt disappears in a flash, having been very vocal about his loathing of chopping vegetables of any kind and how it's ludicrous that they just don't come that way from the supermarket, pre-peeled and pre-diced.

Sam smiles to himself because that is very Matt too.

[auriliawestlake.livejournal.com]

As I know you don't shy away from either J2 or Wincest, have you considered writing a Jared/Dean or Jensen/Sam fic?

My preference would be Jensen/Sam. And...hmm...maybe making breakfast.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Okay, I started writing this but then I kind of liked the idea of it so much that if you don't mind I think I'm going to end up writing this as a fic fic. :D

[deathangelgw.livejournal.com]

*cackles* MORE! OMG!

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

:D

[lark_ascends]

HEeeeeee heeee heee heeeeee.

Oh, and SGA, Lorne/Novak, cleaning teeth.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

"It must be love," Lorne says and Lindsay just looks at him.

"What?"

"You just spit in front of me."

"I didn't just spit in front of you," Lindsay protests.

"You did, just then, in the sink."

"That's... that isn't spitting."

"What would you call it then."

"Evacuating mouthwash," Lindsay replies promptly.

"That... doesn't actually sound any better than spitting," Lorne points out and Lindsay grimaces. "If it makes you feel any better, it was a very dainty spit."

"Is it too late to break up with you?" Lindsay grumbles but then barks out a laugh when Lorne catches her by the waist and swipes left-over toothpaste from her lip with his thumb.

"Much, much too late," he says.

[lapillus]

ROTFL!

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

:D

[baileytc.livejournal.com]

Sam and Dean, raking leaves

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Dean's finally, finally got the massive amount of leaves raked into a giant pile in the middle of their back lawn when there's the patter of sneakered feet and a yell.

Dean spins and is just in time to catch his little brother mid-dive, trajectory estimated at exactly the middle-point of the not-so-stable pile that would have sent leaves scattering every which way, probably to their original positions at all points of the lawn.

Sammy's feet drum the air and he lets out an oof when his flight is arrested. Dean promptly drops Sammy on his butt and Sammy lets out an impressive wail.

"That just took me hours and you were going to mess it up," Dean scolds as Sammy looks up at him with big, tearful eyes. His dad had been clear, all the leaves raked by the time he got home. They were currently living in a squat, eight apartment building and the Super had knocked a few bucks off the rent if the Winchesters were willing to tend to the unclaimed piece of lawn that served as a communal backyard for the place.

Sammy got to his feet slowly, still looking tragic and now rubbing at his butt for good measure. Dean rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine," he grumbled and took hold of Sammy's hand that wasn't currently communing with his rear end, turning them to face the pile. "On three, okay?"

Sammy amazingly forgot all about being upset and treated Dean to a sunny grin.

[tanpopo03.livejournal.com]

Lmao. Oh man, that doll!verse is NEVER gonna get old.

\o/ request ficlets.

J²: pining!Jensen.

As for the Electric Impalas sequel... I'm thrilled that you're writing it from Dean's perspective this time. So I thought it would be neat if we could get some flashbacks to their childhood. The way he saw it. I know you already kinda did that in the little bit you posted, but... yeah.
Also (I'm really pushing this request thing, aren't I^^) since robot!Dean is so wonderfully kick-ass I'd looove to see him get into a fight over someone who dared hurt Sam. Well... not that it'd last long I suppose. lol.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

"This is pathetic."

"Shutup Chad," Jensen grumbles, scooching further down into his couch. He rubs a hand briskly over his face and listens to Chad breathing for a few moments and then says, "Okay, yes, it's pathetic."

"Dude, I know that," Chad says with a duh in his voice. "I mean, this is really scraping bottom."

"I know okay?" Jensen snaps but he still doesn't hang up. He can't. Yes, it's completely pathetic, it truly is the rockiest of rock bottoms but...

"Fine. Wanna hear me jerk off?"

"Ew, no!" Jensen barks. Now he really should hang up.

"I don't know man, you calling me because you miss Jay bear so much that even something as tenuous as my voice makes you feel better... I just thought it might help."

"That's... oddly sweet but still very disturbing. Just, I don't know, tell me a story. One I haven't heard yet."

Jared is currently in bootcamp, which means he has no contact with the outside world. He's doing an old-fashioned war epic, something with meat so it might actually be the break he needs for people to stop thinking of him as the demon-hunting brother or Rory's boyfriend. At least, Jensen hopes so because only then will it be worth doing without him.

They hadn't been separated for more than a few weeks up until Jared left, head freshly shorn, so Jensen had never had any idea how much the term losing a limb would apply to his current situation.

He's desperate for contact.

That means Chad.

"Okay, fine. Just remember, you asked for this," Chad warns and Jensen grimaces, because it's going to be one of those stories. Finally, he huffs a sigh which is as much encouragement as Chad needs.

"Okay, so there were these two hookers and man, I could've sworn they were chicks..."

[tabaqui]

BWeeeeeeeee!!!!
Oh, i *want these dolls*. So much. OMG.
*dances you*

And um. I haven't seen my story on summrgen, either, and i'm all bummed! I wanna read what someone wrote for meeeeeeee!!!
*flails a bit*

My story is up, though, and the person i wrote it for liked it, which is all i wanted. So yay! :)
*bounces about*

Um, um, um. Ficlet. Um. My brain is blank. I have no brain. Um. SPN and...and...and....boys being boys in *public* and John about to stuff them in a sack and toss them in the river. Or something. You know.
*twirls you*

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Your story just came up on the comm! *grins* Oh, and I totally apologise for what's below. It made even me feel a little green.

Heh.

My sister used to do this to me, Trufax.

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"What the hell are you doing?"

Dean looks up from his place, practically squashing Sam into the tile of the supermarket floor. The long string of spit that is dangling precariously close to Sammy's face swings when his head does but doesn't detach from Dean's lip.

John Winchester has seen a lot of things but that? That's just gross.

"Dean!" John now barks because early morning shoppers who had braved the bright lights of the supermarket in search of cereal, bread and their morning papers were looking on with horror.

Dean blinked and still the spit rope hung, suspended and defying all laws of physics and God.

Sammy, for his part, was keeping perfectly still underneath the threatening glob. He might've only been four but he obviously recognised when one wrong move would end very badly for him.

John just wondered what Sammy could've possibly done to merit such a disgusting punishment.

Just when John thinks that things can't get any worse, Dean purses his lips like he's sucking on spaghetti and whips that line of spit right back up into his mouth.

"I don't care what Sammy did," John says slowly and holds up a warning finger when Dean opens his mouth, obviously to tell him exactly what Sammy did. "I don't care. I just never, ever want to see that again."

"Yes Sir," Dean grumbles.

[maychorian.livejournal.com]

Hahaha! That's adorable.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

:D

[lomer.livejournal.com]

1. Supernatural, Sam and Dean, sewing

2. I love you for continuing the robot!Dean verse. One thing that I think would be interesting to explore is canon flashbacks retold through your story's filter. For example, does Sam have that memory of almost getting eaten by the Stringa or did Dean not leave him in your verse?

3. Doll!Castiel makes my day. *g*

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Dean practices on pig's feet.

Sam's not even sure where he gets them half the time but since the age of fourteen, Dean's practiced everything he needs to do on a daily basis and stitches was one of those things.

Hence, Dean practices on pig's feet.

"Closest consistency to you," Dean says when Sam asks why specifically pig. Sam is watching Dean make neat and precise stitches up the line of the pig's foot, bringing together a small incision he'd made until you could barely see it.

"Har har," Sam grumbles.

[smilesoftnsweet.livejournal.com]

I love the doll!verse!!

Doll!Castiel makes me giggle like mad but I'm going to make pretend the small female doll is Pamela ;) LOL!

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

You can definitely do that - it isn't necessarily Ruby. :D

[charis-kalos.livejournal.com]

I want more doll!Castiel. And think of all the evil doll!Ruby could do! Lying around waiting for a small child to pick her up and then ...

Really looking forward to robot!Dean - and can we see a bit of how Dean coped (or didn't) when Sam was at Stanford.

Are you up for going all the way back to SG-1? If so: Daniel; Jack (or Teal'c); laundry.

[rainey-creek.livejournal.com]

That icon is *darling.*

[rainey-creek.livejournal.com]

And the ficlet is delightful.

[tabaqui]

Heeee!
I join the chorus - i want a Castiel!Doll!
:)