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- 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.

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"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.

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Date: 2009-08-24 05:32 am (UTC)

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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.

Edited Date: 2009-08-24 05:33 am (UTC)