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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!):
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apieceofcake just ROCKS my socks. I now have a Supernatural fridge magnet, fridge calender and Winchester and snowman adorned card. *glees*
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]
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apieceofcake just ROCKS my socks. I now have a Supernatural fridge magnet, fridge calender and Winchester and snowman adorned card. *glees*![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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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/
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How about something from your wing!fic verse? Teenchesters would be awesomesauce!
Alternatively - Sam's pov/ timestamp to lil-i-pyoo-shun ^^. Yay crack!
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I voted yes, but.... AARGH!
I'll read anything - write away!
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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!!
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how about sam and/or dean's pov in "the sum of his parts"?
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I will obviously write more... hehehee...
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What? Where? How did I miss it? \0/
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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.
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"He's fine," Dean says, humming as he drapes a small, sad-looking tree he rescued out of the dumpster behind a gas station with tinsel he got from the dollar store. Sam is watching Dean decorate with a bemused and somewhat horrified expression from the bed furthest away.
"Samuel's summation of my current mood is, in fact, much more accurate," Castiel says.
"It's Christmas. I thought you'd be into this," Dean says, managing to balance a reindeer with one broken antler and only three legs on one of the branches.
"I'm not against celebrating this holiday," Castiel says. "I just... the manner in which you have chosen to include me leaves a lot to be desired."
"It's only for three more days," Dean says, swigging the egg nog that came out of a carton as he steps back to admire his handiwork.
"Three..." There's a faint rustling sound and then Castiel says something particularly unangelic when he finds he can't actually extricate himself from his current position.
"Oh yeah, that duct tape holds nicely," Dean observes, watching Castiel who has currently been cursed into doll form, try to escape from the top of the sad little tree.
"Maybe we should've gone with a star this year?" Sam asks, edging back towards the door as he catches Castiel's expression.
Previously on Castiel!the!doll! (http://kellifer-fic.livejournal.com/292356.html#cutid1)
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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.
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"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?"
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Thank you!!
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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.
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This was perfect.