Continuing the happy week - Ficlets by Request

[kellifer]

Okay - I've probably stretched the week thing a little because I procrastinate terribly!

But for Valentine's Day (bleah!! :) ) how about some ficlets by request while I noodle around before I start my next Big Bangs.

Give me a pairing, any I've ever written (or any you think I'd be willing to write/know who they are/maybe have heard of them) and a word prompt.

Let me take advantage of the small window of time I have LJ access at work (they take it away, then give it back, then take it away again, playing with my emotions!).

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[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

I haven't seen Sherlock although I'm dying to. I just need to get it on DVD. I meant to write something happy, I swear... it's just this kind of happened...

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"Did you not think that dogs went to heaven?" Castiel asks and Dean just stares at the angel with a leash in his hands.

And stares.

Mostly because the dog sitting at Castiel's feet is supposed to be dead.

Dean saw him hit by a car himself. Had to hold Sam until he cried himself to sleep for three weeks afterwards. "This isn't funny," Dean says slowly.

"I'm not trying to be amusing," Castiel says, brow furrowed in confusion. "I'm trying to do something nice for your brother. He has seemed a little out of sorts lately."

Dean snorts indelicately at the very idea that you could describe Sam as a little out of sorts.

"Bringing a dog back from the dead is just a little... weird," Dean finally manages past the uncomfortable lump in his throat.

"Ah," Castiel grunts, looks down at Buster who looks back up at him, tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth and tail thumping. He grimaces. "Heaven isn't really like a pet store. I can't take him back."

"I didn't say you had to, did I?" Dean says quickly when Buster ambles over to Dean and leans against his leg. "Let's just tell Sam he's a stray. Just happens to look exactly like the dog he had when he was eight." Dean rubs at his face uncertainly. "Probably won't even remember. We only had Buster for six weeks. We were going to have to get rid of him when we moved on anyway."

"I don't do this very well, do I?" Castiel asks and even though Dean's not entirely sure what he means, he shakes his head.

"Nah. You're fine," he says. "Let's go freak Sam out with the zombie dog."

"He's not actually a-"

"Don't spoil my fun," Dean says with a grin.

[starrylizard.livejournal.com]

Oh I love it! Thank you! It is happy in a silly way, mixed with a little angst. Gosh I'd love to see Sam's face when he sees the pup. :D

Also, thank you so much for the adorable gopher surprise present! xx