Three things...

[kellifer]

1. Since I am a lameass who totally failed at sending anyone ANYTHING this year, I am offering for Xmas timestamps or alternate POVs of anything I have written. C'mon, all is fair game. If you don't usually request something, go ahead. I will then aim to post them all between the 23rd-25th December.

2. I was meaning to have Robot!Dean done for Xmas but I am just not. HOWEVER, I am willing to post the first part of it, but think very carefully and then answer this poll (I just typed pole first... ha!):

[Poll #1500080]

3. apieceofcake just ROCKS my socks. I now have a Supernatural fridge magnet, fridge calender and Winchester and snowman adorned card. *glees*

Comments

[sams1ra.livejournal.com]

Damn January, hogging all the good stuff. *grumbles*
Me, I don't really read WIPs anymore, so my vote is to wait.

Having said that... Dude! You had the perfect opportunity for a doll!Cas fic and you didn't take it! My vote is for a doll!Cas fic \0/

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

There *is* Doll!Cas fic... :D

I will obviously write more... hehehee...

[sams1ra.livejournal.com]

\0/
What? Where? How did I miss it? \0/

[tanpopo03.livejournal.com]

Oh jeez...I can't decide. *wrings hands* You've written way too much awesome stuff that I want more of.

How about something from your wing!fic verse? Teenchesters would be awesomesauce!
Alternatively - Sam's pov/ timestamp to lil-i-pyoo-shun ^^. Yay crack!

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

John knows the boys like spending time at Jim's farm. It's the only time Sam gets to run around outside like a normal kid and it's close enough to town that they don't feel completely cut off. For Christmas one year, John decides to up stakes and get them to Jim's as a treat. He doesn't tell either Dean or Sam where they're going, just orders Dean to follow him.

Dean clues on when they're still half a day away and Sam only an hour after that. He watches in the truck's rear vision mirror as his boys talk animatedly in the Impala behind. As he watches, Sam throws his head back and laughs at something Dean says and it's nice to see.

Sam's been in a pissy mood for about four months now.

When they stop for gas with only two hours to go, Sam has to stay in the car because they're in the midst of a freak December heatwave and it would look odd for a kid to be walking around in a giant coat. Sam hasn't been able to wear the harnass Dean made him since he was fourteen and now at fifteen, he's starting to be rebellious about having to stay out of sight.

"What?" Dean says as he gets out of the Impala. He's smiling and now Sam is scowling. The good mood obviously didn't last very long. "You already have a stick up your butt. It won't be like it'll be a new experience for you."

Sam leans out of the car far enough to call, "You're a dickface!" to Dean's back as he heads over to John.

"Don't antagonize him," John scolds as Dean gets within earshot. Dean just makes a face and leans his back on the truck, tilting his face up into the unseasonal warmth. "What were you two arguing about this time?"

"I said if Jim has a tree and he didn't have a topper we could just stick Sam up there," Dean says with a shrug and John only barely catches the snort he makes with his hand.

"Just... try being a little nicer to your brother, okay?" John says, clipping Dean on the back of his head. "You're all he has."

Dean looks back at the Impala for a moment. Sam's disappeared so he's probably laying flat in the backseat.

"Yeah, I know," Dean sighs.

[starrylizard.livejournal.com]

aww

\o/

[starrylizard.livejournal.com]

Prompt: Um, how about the small Sheppard and Lorne from Minor in Action, but celebrating Christmas. Au or timestamp or whatever. :)

Re: \o/

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

"What happened in here?" Rodney practically screeches. Both Lorne and Sheppard freeze and then turn big, watery eyes on him. Rodney immediately feels like a world class asshole as both former hardened military men who have been reduced to small and adorable urchins burst into great racking sobs.

"They wanted to surprise you," Teyla snaps from the doorway. She skirts Rodney and enters his quarters, kneeling down and opening her arms. Both Lorne and Sheppard immediately duck into her embrace and hide tear-stained faces in her hair.

"By destroying my room?" Rodney asks incredulously, surveying the carnage. There's brightly-colored pieces of paper everywhere, Sheppard has a pair of safety scissors dangling from one of his pockets and Lorne has a rope of tinsel around his head.

Suddenly the mess makes sense.

"Oh... oh," Rodney says, looking about the room again. The brightly-colored paper, all red, green and white, is in strips and some of them have been taped into circles and joined together to make chains. Two of the walls of his room have already been adorned.

"What did you do?" Ronon grumbles, also shouldering past Rodney. Lorne immediately turns out of Teyla's arms and holds his own out until he's scooped up by Ronon and snugged close.

"I didn't know they were decorating," Rodney protests. "I just thought they'd picked my room for their latest round of carnage."

"They wanted to show you how much they love you," Teyla hisses. Sheppard hates that he can't really hide his emotions in his shrunken form and the only indication that he's still crying is his shaking shoulders.

"Yes, well, I can see that now," Rodney huffs, crossing his arms. "So, what can I do?"

"You must apologise and let them know how important and valued they are," Teyla says.

Rodney just rolls his eyes. "I have a better idea," Rodney dismisses. "Who wants ice cream?"

There are three very exuberant choruses of "Me!" and Rodney raises an eyebrow at Ronon.

"What?"

[apieceofcake.livejournal.com]

You're welcome!

[theladyscribe]

Timestamp of "But For The" or of "that thing that's golden." I'm not picky, I'll read just about anything. :)

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

"Pumpkin pie is like, the last proof that there is someone out there watching over us," Dean says, licking his fingers and then smacking his hands down on the diner table in front of him. Admittedly, pumpkin pie is more a Thanksgiving thing but bless Alma and George Jones and their literal Mom and Pop diner just down the road from Dean's bar with year-round pumpkin pie.

Sam with one of his hands occupied with his own fork and the other with fending off Dean's as he tries to pillage the remains of Sam's own pie, serves him right for always eating slower, merely treats Dean to an exasperated glance.

"You want another slice hon?" Alma asks, swinging by their table. It's three in the morning and Dean thinks that possibly all-night diner's are another sign.

Especially for guys that have to work the late shift and have brothers with nothing else to do.

"I'd love a slice you naughty minx," Dean says with a smirk and makes to smack Alma on the backside. She giggles like a girl as she darts out of the way.

"So hey, I got you something," Dean says and pulls a package out of his jacket pocket. It's wrapped in paper with the words no peeking repeated over and over on it which made Dean laugh when he saw it.

Sam puts down his fork slowly and then drums his fingers on the table with an exasperated expression. Sam didn't need to sign to communicate what he was saying. You said no presents this year, ass.

Dean shrugs and shakes the package. "Cost me a whole dollar. I swear," Dean promises. Sam rolls his eyes and takes the package, unwrapping it carefully like he's going to do something girly and recycle it or some crap.

When he's done he just blinks and looks at Dean.

Dean had seen it when he was in the dollar store, that wasn't a lie. Sam ran through notebooks like no one's business because he couldn't risk speaking these days and his sign language was a mongrel mix of what they could learn off the internet and a shorthand they'd developed together which basically meant he couldn't really speak to other people, even deaf ones.

When Dean had seen the cheap imitation etch-a-sketch that was the size of a notepad with an attached pen he'd grabbed it.

Sam reaches across the table and taps the back of Dean's hand with two fingers.

Alma appears again with a frown on her face. "Sorry hon, all out I'm afraid," she says as she refills their coffee cups and then disappears out back.

Sam looks down at his pie, still half-unfinished then at Dean again and smiles. He pushes his plate at Dean.

Thanks.

[onthehill]

YES! errr NO?
I voted yes, but.... AARGH!

I'll read anything - write away!

[annerbhp.livejournal.com]

Oh, you know I can't pass this up. And you said anything. I'm going with "Hourglass". Long term effects of the sand? ;)

Or, if that feels way too ancient in your fannish brain to dig back that far, more Novak/Lorne of any kind will be adored.

Hope you are having a great holiday season!!

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

"I got what you need right-" Lorne freezes in Lindsay's doorway and quickly shuts his robe as Lindsay, Katie and Lauren all turn wide, shocked eyes on him.

Unfortunately not before all three saw that under the robe he had on nothing but a strategically placed bit of mistletoe.

"Hey, um, Lindsay? Can you come here a sec?" Lorne asks, backing out of the doorway and into the thankfully empty hall. He winces when he hears both Lauren and Katie dissolve into giggles as Lindsay emerges from her room. "So, uh, I seem to have misunderstood your code."

"Code?" Lindsay asks, sounding guileless. She has a faint pink tinge to her cheeks and Lorne can tell she's trying not to laugh.

"Y'know, radioing me all breathy saying that you needed me?" Lorne prods.

"Oh... oh no! I found a tree and we'd been decorating it and I needed someone tall to put the star on," Lindsay says quickly, pulling the red and glittery star free that had been shoved into her top pocket. "I called you when I hadn't been able to get it on after jumping up and down for ten minutes."

"You couldn't, I don't know, stand on a chair?" Lorne demands, snugging his robe tighter when two marines sauntered past, looking much too interested.

"All of the Ancient furniture looks pretty but most of it is structurally unsound. Zelenka is the only one with a step ladder in the whole place and he freaks out if people so much as even look at it. You have to fill out a form to borrow it." Lindsay waves the star around for a moment. "A form!"

"Okay, well, awesome. How about I go back to my room and slip into something a little less mortifying before I come back and help you?"

"Sure, that's... yes. Good," Lindsay says but just as Lorne is turning around, she grabs his elbow. "Oh hey, or you could, you know, give me fifteen minutes and then come back when Lauren and Katie have gone?"

"Okay, yeah, I can do that."

[intermezzo]

Hee! Presents! \o/

[faithintheboys.livejournal.com]

Any part of Robot!Dean fic is good for me. :)

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

"Here."

Dean looks up at John who is staring at him impatiently, holding something out. Dean kind of shuffles backwards a little because John has on his I'm doing something I'm not entirely comfortable with expression.

John shakes his hand and whatever is in it jingles faintly. Finally Dean reaches out and takes what turn out to be keys. "What are these for?" he asks slowly.

"The Impala. We're going to be going our own ways for the most part so I bought a truck."

Dean blinks at John for a second. John has never trusted him with so much as a screwdriver outside of his primary care of Sam, even looked kind of sour and pissed off when Dean got into the back seat of the Impala, let alone driving.

"I thought... weren't you giving the Impala to Sam?" he asks, because that had been the plan. John had often talked of handing the keys over to his only son in an offhand way but there had been faint pride in his voice every time.

"Yeah, well," John huffed. "Things change. You stayed." John makes his way to the door of the motel. "Sam didn't," he mutters.

"Oh hey, kiddo," John says, pausing in the open doorway.

"Merry Christmas."

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Sorry! I didn't mean to make this a sad one. :(

[re-bar.livejournal.com]

ooh! anything?

how about sam and/or dean's pov in "the sum of his parts"?

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Stay where you brother can see you

It was Sam's fault was the thing, of that he was intimately aware. No one had flat-out told him but he knew in the deep-gut way that it had been his fault.

The problem was, the witch's specialty had been hallucinations and Sam had just started following the spotted puppy without even thinking about it. Dean had called after him, sounding desperate and scared and then there'd been light, too much light but some of it had been blocked, a Dean-shaped hole because his brother had thrown himself on top of Sam with no personal regard.

Stay where you brother can see you

Sam was only six years old when it happened, but he knew, if it were the last thing he ever did, that he would make sure that his brother could see him.

No matter what.

[moodswingers.livejournal.com]

I voted NO because I get too impatient with anything resembling a WiP, and poor robot!Dean would kill me if I didn't know what happens to him.

How about a happy moment from your Dean/Jess bodyswap fic as a timestamp? In fact, anything with boys being a little happy would do.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Six months after it happened, Jess calls him. Dean's shocked as hell and tries to make her feel like she's crazy when she tells him she remembers everything but he's also close by and can't quite bring himself to say no when she asks to meet him at a local diner.

She looks nervous when she steps through the door, bottom lip caught between her teeth, but she spots him almost immediately and makes her way over. He makes to offer her coffee or maybe part of his danish but she blurts, "He misses you," before he has a chance.

"Um, okay?" Dean says. He watches Jess fidget with a shoe box she has in her hands for a moment and then catch a strand of her hair and tug it to the point where he thinks she's going to yank it out at the root. "Hey, no, it's okay. We hadn't seen each other in a while before... y'know," Dean says.

"Yeah, but now he won't, even if he wanted to. He's too worried about me remembering but I do now so I can just tell him that I know and-"

"You can't do that," Dean says, cutting her off.

"What? Why?"

"Because you know why you didn't want to remember. You didn't want anything to change between you. He didn't want anything to change. He's left this life and if you've been touched by it then..." Dean makes a helpless gesture with his hands. "My brother already kind of thinks he's a walking curse. We all got out of this relatively unscathed and I want it to stay that way."

"Don't you miss him?" Jess asks, looking distraught.

"Like a limb," Dean answers immediately, then shrugs. "You gotta just be Jess for him, not Jess and this. He'll start worrying about what else can happen to you and before you know it, it's the it's not you, it's me speech and that kid needs a girlfriend to reduce his enormous geekitude quotient."

"O...Okay," Jess says, a little too quickly and Dean knows in that moment that he's just told her exactly what she wanted to hear, that she could stay Jess for him, without the darkness. She wanted that. "Um, anyway, I thought you might like these," Jess says, pushing the shoebox across.

Dean raises his eyebrows and takes it, flipping open the lid. There are photos inside, a fat stack. On the top is one of Sam, obviously in a bar with rosy cheeks, his head tipped back, laughing his ass off.

"I've been getting double copies of the photos I take. I just... I know it's probably stupid but-"

"No..." Dean says, taking the stack out and starting to leaf through them. One thing he always regretted was not having photos of them. Their dad had never really been the stop and take a snap kind of guy. Apart from ID photos, Dean didn't have one photo of Sam past the age of thirteen.

"No, it's awesome," Dean says, swallowing hard. "Thanks."

[raphe1.livejournal.com]

I have no shame. An AU of Absicado. ;-)

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

They are supposed to be timestamps or alternate POV, so what would you like particularly? :)

[earthquakedream.livejournal.com]

Umm, big surprise here, but maybe...a timestamp to the Sam/Matt Farrell crossover? Maybe something involving McClane but as long as it's silly I don't mind. :D

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

OMG, now you've made me want to write a whole long story about this, or at least revisit poisontaster's John/Matt stories!

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"You look like trouble."

John McClane is definitely not who Sam was picturing when Matt mentioned that he had another friend coming for Christmas. To be fair, Matt hadn't really given Sam a chance to grill him about who exactly was coming with the nervous flittering about he'd been doing for the past three days to get ready for the impending visit.

Sam just usually liked to be warned before meeting someone that could possibly twist his head off with his bare hands.

"Yep, definitely look like trouble."

Sam hated to admit it, but his measure against which all men were lined up was his father and then when old enough, Dean. They were both tough acts to follow but Sam thought maybe he'd finally met a guy who could kick both his father and Dean's asses.

"Are you trouble?"

Simultaneously.

With one hand tied behind his back.

Belatedly Sam realized he'd been asked a question. "Um, no?" he says and then wants to kick himself because he really should've sounded sure about that one.

"Y'know, I have ways of finding out," John McClane says conversationally, kicking his feet up onto Matt's coffee table and managing to knock over his new Iron Man action figure. Sam rights it before Matt can see it and freak out and John watches him with a bemused expression.

"Or," John continues, tucking his hands behind his head. "Maybe Matt likes you a little too much and your record will be mysteriously squeaky clean which will also be a bad sign."

"So, kind of a lose-lose for me then, huh?" Sam says and then looks up at John's scowl and drawn-together eyebrows. "Sorry, Sir," he blurts automatically and at this John's eyebrows climb his forehead.

"Be nice to him!" Matt's voice floats out from the kitchen along with the frantic sound of chopping vegetables.

"He is being nice," John calls with a smirk.

"You know I didn't mean him!" Matt snaps.

"Look Sir," Sam begins and at the second sir, John's face smooths out and he starts looking less murderous. Sam definitely knows this type of guy, the ones that respond to respect and can tell if you don't mean it.

Sam's always meant it.

"Matt's really important to me, and I get the impression you're important to him. So how about we eat turkey, get along and if you decide you really don't approve then you can kick my ass behind the apartment block later." It's Sam's turn to smirk now. "Or, y'know, at least try to."

"Oh believe me, if I decide to, your ass will be thoroughly kicked," John says, but now he's grinning too. He recrosses his feet on the coffee table, knocks over the Iron Man figure again and this time the head comes off.

They're both laughing when Matt comes back into the living room.

Neither of them get turkey and both of them get their asses kicked in the form of Wikipedia entries espousing their startling porn careers in different foreign countries.

It's the start of a beautiful friendship.