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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.

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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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[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..."

[tanpopo03.livejournal.com]

Hehehehe. ^^
That was sweet. Thanks :)

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

You're very welcome. :)