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turn that frown upside down

I want to write and be read today. Is there anything I can write for yall? Leave commentfic prompts if you like.

I can't promise anything and whatever I write will be small but....

I'd just like to write something that isn't fivesentencesmut right now.

EDIT thanks guys... i'm mopey and slow so sorry i'm not goin thru these faster.

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He's carrying really old books... so old that Mamoru is intrigued. He doesn't mean to follow, but sneaking has always been second nature to him, so he tails the tall guy all the way to the end of the row, where the stranger stops, looks around suspiciously, and whispers, "Is someone there?"

Mamoru might be a good sneak, but that doesn't make him a creep. He clears his throat. "I'm sorry," he says in his still-accented English, "I saw your old books, and I was curious."

He swings around the end of the aisle to face the stranger. "What are they about?"

A few minutes later they're chatting animatedly about demon lore and life energy as sunlight streams through a high, wide window. Sam has wide brown eyes, eyes that hold a sort of darkness that Mamoru immediately pities him for having to shoulder. But there's hope, too, something bright in the center of the pitch-black pupils, and Mamoru says, "I think that you have seen angels, too. Maybe one watches over you?"

"Maybe," Sam says, coy. "Angels aren't always so great, but I've got one of the good ones in my corner."

"Me, too," Mamoru says. smiling fondly. "Even if she drives me crazy sometimes."

"So does mine."

"Really?"

"Yes." A pause. "Maybe they're meant to."

Sam says it so readily that Mamoru looks up. Their eyes catch, and without knowing, or having a clue, they fall into an understanding, like they've been friends for years.

Better an angel to drive you crazy than no angels at all.

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And suddenly, life is beautiful - who woulda thunk it, Mamoru and Sam getting along... <3 <3 <3 I adore this! I adore Mamoru sneaking and Sam being a hopeful geek and <3 <3 <3

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

*flails*

they're library buddies XD

i'm so glad you enjoyed it bb <3

Dean would rather sleep in the car, but Dean doesn't get a choice in the matter. Gabriel's seen to that with a snap of the fingers. There's a single tree over them, casting shade that leaves only their feet in the path of the sun, warming their chilled toes as the rest of them cool and relax after the grueling rigor of an all-night hunt.

"So what, we're not allowed to get up until...?"

"Until you're good and rested," Gabriel says. "And that goes for you too, Captain Trenchpants." He gives a scathing look at Castiel, who is lying face up, stiff, as though he's about to get put through a CAT scan.

"He's right, you know," Sam sighs and lays a hand over Castiel's. "You should relax. Just let your body recover."

"I can heal my body--"

"But you shouldn't have to," Sam says, quietly insistent. "Just let it go at its own pace for once."

"They don't understand us men of action," Dean says, turning onto his side to grin at Castiel.

"Oh, please. You look like you're one margarita away from comatose." Gabriel settles down into the grass himself. "Now close your eyes, inhale the fresh air, and take a fricking nap, the lot of you. Behave, or I'll draw mustaches on you in your sleep."

"You will not," Sam says, and yawns. "You're gonna sleep, too."

"Stop telling all my secrets," Gabriel says and crawls his way over to Sam's chest to lean on it. "Mean bitch."

Dean gives a half-conscious murmur of assent. Castiel's breathing evens out.

Hand in hand, head on chest, shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart, they fall asleep in the shade, the world turning slowly around them.

No marine life was harmed in the making of this drabble.

"This is a strange spot for a picnic," Castiel said, drawing his coat a little tighter around him and trying to tame the mad flaps of its edges without much success.

Dean was leaning back, back arched to lift his face and chest to the sun. His arm was wrapped around one knee, and the other leg dangled dangerously over the edge of the bluff. "What are you talking about? It's the perfect place for a picnic. Nobody around, gorgeous view, no ants, and when you're done--" He tossed a piece of styrofoam over the edge, leaning forward to watch it travel down, down along the red cliffs and splash in the waves below.

"That's littering," Castiel said.

"That's plausible deniability," said Dean. "I've seen you drop crap on the side of the highway, what's the difference?"

Castiel glowered at him but said nothing.

"Besides--" Dean got up, sending the corner of the picnic blanket flapping in the wind, and crouched next to Castiel, sliding hands around his waist. "It's romantic. Tragic and romantic. Like Lover's Leap."

"I don't consider double suicide romantic."

Dean buried his head in Castiel's shoulder. "You're hopeless. It's not like I want to jump off a damn cliff with you, it's just-- the idea of it. Like, if it came to that, would you take the plunge? Would you jump off a cliff, just so we could do it together?"

"Yes."

It came easily, without hesitation. Dean lifted his head and stared at Castiel's profile.

"I would never wish such a thing to happen," Castiel said slowly, furrowing his brow. "And I hope there would be some other way. But if my choice were that stark, then yes. I would-- take that plunge with you, Dean."

His eyes were bluer than the junction of ocean and sky. Dean held his breath.

Castiel turned to him and stole a brief, brushing kiss from his parted mouth. Dean slid his arms further around him and held tight. Together, they gazed out into the eternity of the horizon, warm against the chilly torrent of the sea breeze.

Becky didn't know how she was still holding the door closed. Sam was a big meaty guy -- if he wanted to he could break down the door and force his way in. Her heart was hammering, but she held still as he rapped his knuckles hard enough that he had to be bleeding.

"Becky, just open the door. Just let me in," he kept saying. "I just want to talk. Come on, Becky, I know you feel it too."

"I don't feel it!" she shouted, bracing her hands across the doorway. "I don't feel it, and neither do you, it's a love spell, please, Sam, just fight it!"

"But why should I?" His voice was high and plaintive, and Becky's heart twinged. "You liked me, Becky, I know you did, you said so! Now I like you back, so why can't we just be happy?"

"I liked you, Sam!" She sighed. "Not this crazy lovesick thing you're becoming. This isn't how you'd act, not if you really liked me!"

Tears were coming to her eyes. She was terrified. She'd read the lore on the spell, she knew what would happen if he came within touching distance of her. She'd dreamed of Sam Winchester ravishing her, sure, but not like that. "Please," she said. "If you love me, then just... just go away. Just leave me alone, let me try to find some way to undo this."

"I can't," he said, "I can't stand it, you're crying, let me hold you, I'll make you feel better."

Forgetting he couldn't see her, she shook her head silently, tears streaming down her cheeks. This wasn't what she wanted. This was the furthest thing in the world from what she wanted. "Please, God," she whispered, "someone help me."

And then it occurred to her.

"Please," she said again. "Castiel."

Sorry about the killing :)

Eee! Thank you!!

hee, thanks!

hehe, he just needs a minute to adjust <3

I'm so pleased you enjoyed!

hahah and that pizza brings everyone together!

Haha! I don't even wanna think about it!

Thank you for the prompt, I had to really think about it <3

Thank you! :D

thank you! i love danny so much and how easily he comes to me. Steve is harder XD

Lucky you! :DDDDD

i know, hopefully they'll come together later D:

Thank you! ilu2

Thank you so much sweetie, what a sweet comment!

heee. thank you, i think :D

God, these guys NEED something like this on the show. The go full-out until they crash and burn and rise up and do it all again. *slips them ruffies* Sleep, my darlings, sleep.

Trudat. We need a Sandman type.

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lovedlea suggested a picnic.

ugh, making this dark and not cracky turned my stomach. i hope it's what you wanted.

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