WAFF-a-thon 2012 - Main Thread!

[tiptoe39]

And if we all could spread a little sunshine
All could lend a helping hand
We all would be a little closer
To the Promised Land

WAFFathon 2012 Official Thread

Welcome, everyone, to the fourth official WAFFathon, making the Internet a little happier. The premise behind the WAFFathon is simple: Fandom is great, but let's face it, it can get pretty dark around here at times. Not to mention that it rains absolute CRAP on the characters we most love. So to make their not-quite-canon lives a little better, and to increase the per-capita volume of Warm and Fuzzy Feelings (WAFF for short) on these here intertubes, the WAFFathon has arrived!

This year I'm upping the ante by putting my money where my WAFF is... see more behind the cut!

How to Play:

1)  Comment with a fandom, a pairing, and a prompt. Your prompt can be specific, general, vague, cryptic, silly, goofy, OOC, AU, sexy, anything you like, so long as it brings a little sunshine in the end.

2) Find a prompt you like and make something fluffy and feel-goody out of it. Fanfic, fanart, manips, icons, vids, fanmixes, motis and macros, and anything else creative are all welcome. Adult content is also welcome, but remember that the goal is to be WAFFy!

3) Post it (or a link to it) in the comments.

4) Watch people's lives light up!

The Rules:

1) Provide lots of encouragement to the creators. Feedback. Compliment. Hug. Friend. Mem. It's good karma.

2) This meme will be very lightly policed, but policed it will be. So behave. No trashing of others, fandoms, ships, chars, stories, or the meme writ large will be tolerated. Friendly concrit or suggestions are fine, but keep in mind that we are trying to make people happy, not insecure. As your Moddess Goddess(TM), I reserve the right to do what I feel I need to do. Which I hope will be nothing, but which you are hereby forewarned can change depending on my very mercurial mood. So... like I said. Behave.

3) I have no end date in sight for this meme, but I suggest keeping it a weeklong activity.

4) You are more than welcome to crosspost your creative works wherever you like. It should go without saying that taking someone else's work and passing it off as your own elsewhere is unacceptable by any definition. I refer folks to stop_plagiarism   as a good place to follow up on any problems that might occur.

Make the world even happier!

A couple of extra things you can do if you want to make everyone happier:

1) Readers/viewers: If you find an author/creative person you like, go back through their other works and comment on them, or rec their works on your journal. Creative people love feedback and it's especially gratifying when you get feedback on something you thought was lost to time and when someone likes your work enough to recommend it to his or her friends.

2) Creators: be sure to thank readers for their time and energy spent on your work. Friend them if they've friended you or recced you. One of the great things about fan-creative communities is the proximity you can have to the people you admire and respect. We don't get to have conversations with Joss and Kripke and the rest, but we can talk to each other and that's even cooler.

3) Pimp this meme to any friends or communities you think would be interested. You can find banners and code at the Banner Thread. Hotlink your little hearts out!

 
4) If you're feeling really encouraged, please consider making the world a better place on behalf of the fandom community.

CLICK!

DONATE!
ASPCA * Random Acts * International Committee of the Red Cross * America's Second Harvest * Humane Society International * UNICEF * American Cancer Society * Oxfam * Amnesty International

THIS YEAR I WILL BE DONATING $1 FOR EVERY COMMENT THE WAFF-A-THON RECEIVES, BE IT A PROMPT, A FILL, OR FEEDBACK, UP TO A $500 MAXIMUM!

I will split the money evenly among Random Acts, the ASPCA, and the Red Cross. Make me too poor to attend DragonCon this year :) (Please note that your comment has to be a genuinely happifying comment in order to count toward the total!)

(I know we're all poor in fandom, but we're actually very rich!)

5) Tell someone you love today how much you care for and appreciate them, and remember: Happiness is a completely renewable energy source!

THANKS TO...

...perdiccas   and oxoniensis   for hosting similar memes in the past that I've participated in. You guys set up the model for me to build on.

... triedunture, hils, wickedvirtue, sinnerforhire, ibonekoen, kijikun, peppervl, peroxidepest17, takadainmate, heard_the_owl, darth_firefly, melalucci, mithrel, jaune_chat, noshinori, bballgirl3022, gwendolynd, wolfrider89, ratherastory, princess_aleera, nicole_sill, and aerilex for cheering for the idea and volunteering to leave prompts, fill prompts, and/or pimp.

...YOU! for reading and writing!

Happy happifying!

Comments

Fandom: Supernatural

[ladyeternal.livejournal.com]

Can be Dean/Castiel or Dean/Gabriel, whichever author chooses

When Dean can't get shitfaced before bed, he has Hell nightmares. They're especially bad if Sam's away for some reason. His angel finally decides to take steps.

Re: Fandom: Supernatural

[wallmakerrelict.livejournal.com]

This got a little longer than I expected (1400 words, not too bad). I posted it at my journal, here (http://wallmakerrelict.livejournal.com/17860.html#cutid2).

Fandom: Supernatural

[ladyeternal.livejournal.com]

Sam/Castiel or Sam/Gabriel

Something happens that makes Sam self-conscious about his size; one of those things that, no matter how grown you are, make you feel like an awkward teenager all over again. Sam's angel sets about proving to him that his giantness doesn't make him a freak anymore.

Fandom: NUMB3RS

[ladyeternal.livejournal.com]

Don Eppes/Billy Cooper

Cooper doesn't think he'll ever have anything but the road and the hunt and his truck. Don shows him otherwise.

Fandom: NUMB3RS

[ladyeternal.livejournal.com]

Ian Edgerton/Charles Eppes

There's only one way to get Charlie out of his head and keep the math away for a while. And Ian has mastered the technique.

Fandom: Doctor Who

[ladyeternal.livejournal.com]

Ten/Rose or Nine/Rose/Jack

There were halcyon days, when space is infinite and beautiful, where there is love and life and joy and no thoughts of darkness, no inkling that this might not last forever. Just a connection that, like them, exists outside the laws of time and space.

Instant of Eternity – Doctor Who, Nine/Rose/Jack, PG

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

See, despite popular belief and heaps of evidence to the contrary, Jack Harkness does not have intercourse with everything that says yes. He's been to planets where the ultimate form of physical affection is touching someone's ear, or braiding one's hair together with a partner. One planet even considered eye contact longer than ten seconds to be a tantamount declaration and consummation of marriage.

If that holds true here, Jack has been in a threesome for three solid hours. That's a personal best, particularly when fully clothed.

And he doesn't mind a damn bit. Because right here, right now, he's got a Time Lord on his right, and a 21st-century girl on his left, and they're cocooned from time and space and every hardship thereof. Three hours of smiles, little anecdotes, and staring right into the windows of the soul, easy and quiet and relaxing. There's no challenging here, just hands touching, eyes watching, and feeling safe and loved together.

Jack figures he could stay here for eternity.

"In a way, we are," the Doctor reminds him. The TARDIS hums in sympathy, cradling them in her grasp. Rose flashes him that bright grin of hers, both of them fill up his sight, and he surrenders to another instant of eternity with two people he loves.

Supernatural, weechesters

[triedunture.livejournal.com]

Wee!Dean being the best big brother/parental figure to wee!Sam.

[mithrel.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Team Free Love, a villa in Rome.

Re: Supernatural, Team Free Love, a villa in Rome. [1/3]

[whit-merule.livejournal.com]

[Not all the way to Team Free Love yet - still S/G, C/D - but give them time and I'm sure they'll get there!]


It was Gabriel (of course it was) who decided after two months that they needed a holiday.
He said that every post-Apocalyptic disaster clean-up volunteer who also hunted weird supernatural shit in their spare time needed angel-prescribed time off every six weeks like clockwork, for his own sanity. Dean not-so-secretly interpreted this as "Gabriel gets laid more often if Sam isn't bitching about what the latest crappy motel mattress did to his back".
Dean wasn't complaining, though, because Gabriel had managed to perform a miracle: Castiel had agreed, eventually, to join them every evening at six, and not to leave again until ten in the morning.
Dean was going to get whole nights with him.
---
On the first night, Sam was still in Wisconsin, tidying up a few loose ends after their last case (freaked-out witnesses weren't really Dean's thing). Dean and Gabriel kicked back on the patio of the villa with a beer each, and spent all afternoon planning what a wild time they'd have on the town that night without Sam there to make his Pouty Face of Epic Disappointment and Woe at them, until they (okay, Dean) dozed off in the late afternoon sun.
Crap, he was getting old. And he'd barely started on the good stuff.
He woke when Castiel turned up, looking kind of tense. Through half-opened eyes, Dean watched him step out onto the patio to join them, all the long elegant lines and economical movements of him, the determined eyebrows of doom and the soft fond corner of his mouth. Castiel leaned down by the first chair to kiss Gabriel (who tipped his head back for it and made a pleased noise); knelt down by the second to kiss Dean. Dean took shameless advantage of semi-consciousness to knot lazy fingers into his shirt, turn his face into the cool angle of his throat, and breathe him in.
They didn't go out on the town that night.
Gabriel flitted off, eventually, to hang around Sam and be adoringly unhelpful at him. Dean took Castiel to check out the awesome mattresses, relishing the knowledge that when he woke up they'd all be there. His angel, his brother, his brother's angel / angel's brother, all of them under one roof and morning-lazy.

Supernatural, Dean/Cas

[wolfrider89.livejournal.com]

Lazy snuggling in bed. Just give me cuddles and I'll love you forever. :D

Re: Supernatural, Dean/Cas

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

I am working on something akin to this. I will try and make it happen :)

Fandom: Sherlock, Sherlock/John

[wolfrider89.livejournal.com]

Bascially I want fluffy, fluffy moments such as -

holding hands
snuggling in bed
comforting after a nightmare
some h/c of some kind
making out on the sofa without it leading to anything more.

God, I want all of these, but feel free to just pick one. :P

Re: Fandom: Sherlock, Sherlock/John (Hold on to your fillings.)

[teardrop-tattoo.livejournal.com]

John isn’t sure that this is the right time, but he’s been building up to it for weeks.

Yes, John is in a relationship with the world’s only consulting detective and yes—it’s pretty good. Sherlock smiles a lot more than he had before and the sex is phenomenal, and once and a while John even gets a quick peck of affection when he does something Sherlock considers smart at a crime scene (though John secretly believes that it’s just to piss off Anderson and Sally). It’s a rare thing, and that makes it all the better.

But Sherlock isn’t one for public displays of affection. When around other people they act like nothing has changed. Hell, even in private it’s hard to get his flatmate to sit down long enough to eat a piece of toast, let alone curl up with him to watch a film or something domestic. Which despite himself, John wants. Craves.

So he works up to it. First it’s subtle; unnecessary brushes and physical contact. And even though they only last a second or two longer than, normal Sherlock shoots him looks of interest, occasionally a look of annoyance.

But after a week of them Sherlock seems to either acclimatize or decide to ignore them. So John starts changing things up a little more.

First, he starts sitting next to him in the cab instead of leaving the middle seat between them.

The first time he tries it Sherlock stares with wide blue eyes, scanning John in that penetrating way. “What are you doing?”

“Going to a crime scene, aren’t I?” John says, trying to sound as innocent as possible. Sherlock remains tense the entire ride to the art gallery and bolts out as soon as the cab pulls over, leaving John to pay the fare with a sigh.

But he doesn’t relent, and keeps taking the middle seat in the cab.

At one point, as John sits and stares out the windshield while trying to decide how he’s going to write up the latest solved case, he notices a change. Sherlock is no longer pressing himself into the furthest reaches of the cab as if he can leak through the door. He’s… relaxed. Their knees are touching and they bounce against one another when the car goes over a bump.

John can’t help the wide smile that creeps over his face, and when Sherlock asks what he’s so happy about he just shrugs and tells him it’s the thrill of the chase.

He gives Sherlock a good two weeks of quiet, comfortable cab rides before sliding into his end game.

He’s nervous all day leading up to it, shifting his feet when Sherlock is twirling around the body like a macabre ballerina. Sherlock looks suspicious but doesn’t comment, just insults Anderson’s genetic material and tells Lestrade to arrest the gardener.

They get in the cab, John in the middle seat and Sherlock behind the driver, and start a normal, comfortable, silent ride home. Except John can’t help bouncing his knee. Bloody nerves, they’ve always made him fidget.

Sherlock keeps looking at it and pulling that bloody face, the one he does when normal people do normal things that he finds beneath him. He opens his mouth to say something and John takes the opportunity.

He slides his hand into Sherlock’s and twines their fingers together, not looking directly at the detective but noticing from the corner of his eye that his dark-haired flat mate has frozen in place. Sherlock’s hand is cold and smooth, with little random bumps from where he’s burnt himself working on some experiment or other weird thing Sherlock’s played with that he probably shouldn’t. John slowly trails his thumb over the back of Sherlock’s hand.

Sherlock doesn’t move an inch.

John wonders if it was too soon, if this was a mistake, and he’s about to pull his hand away when Sherlock’s fingers tighten around his. John hazards a glance in his flatmate’s direction.

Sherlock is staring out the window, avoiding his gaze, and there’s a slight red tinge high in his cheeks. John grins.

They spend the rest of the ride home hand-in-hand, and when Sherlock doesn’t let go and instead pulls John out to the sidewalk he feels a pleasant, warm sensation in his chest.

Maybe there’s hope for PDA’s after all.

[mandatorily.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, After a witch curses Dean to relive his first fear (a fear of storms), Sam & Dean are stuck in a cabin, in the woods, during a 4 day thunderstorm/flood. Cue protective!Sam with soothing, snuggling, and hopefully sexy distractions. ;)

PROMPT: (Supernatural D/C)- PDA

[peroxidepest17.livejournal.com]

OKAY so I really just want Dean to be shamelessly cuddly/touchy/nuzzly/handholdy/twitterpated and a-okay with it. Grossed out Sam and indulgent Cas always make me happy too. <3

Re: PROMPT: (Supernatural D/C)- PDA

[wolfrider89.livejournal.com]

Cas' hands are always warm, and the skin of his palms is surprisingly soft. Dean should probably be used to it by now, but it still gets to him, makes him smile like an idiot just because he's allowed to feel it. He likes Cas' hands. They're awesome. And Sam can make all the bitchfaces he wants, but Dean isn't going to stop enjoying Cas' hands just because they're in public.

Right now, Sam is ignoring them completely, staring at the window displays they walk past like they're the most fascinating thing in the world. Dean suspects he's pretending he doesn't know them at all, but he's not bothered. Cas' hand is in his, their fingers entwined, and Dean is rubbing his thumb over Cas' bony knuckles, back and forth, back and forth. He likes the way it makes Cas' face soften, the way it makes the lines around his eyes smooth out just a tiny bit. He knows the angel is indulging him, but he also knows Cas would never let him do it if he didn't secretly enjoy it. Cas is just as much of a PDA slut as Dean is, he just hides it better.

Sam shoots them a disgruntled look, sighs, and them tips his head towards an ice cream truck he's apparently spotted in his attempt to look at anything but them.

"Want to add some actual sugar to all the disgusting sweetness floating around?" he asks, and Dean is in too good a mood to even try and be offended. He just pulls on Cas' hand, smiles when Cas' grip tightens just a bit, and starts the age-old debate of chocolate versus vanilla with Sam. Ice cream sounds awesome.

My D/C muses! They have returned! \o/ Thank you for this wonderful prompt, and I hope you enjoy my fill. :)

Fandom: Merlin, Arthur/Merlin

[jenab.livejournal.com]

After a long battle to save Camelot using magic, its Arthur's turn to care for Merlin.

Re: Fandom: Merlin, Arthur/Merlin

[tink-sky-reid.livejournal.com]

...is it too late to fill prompts? xD 'Cause I kinda sorta maybe wanna try sth for this?

FANDOM: SPN (Dean/Cas)

[peroxidepest17.livejournal.com]

I have a huge girl boner for accidental domesticity/last to know fic, and if I could get some D/C doing that and thinking it's just NORMAL and everyone else going UH NO, I would be so, so happy.

Re: FANDOM: SPN (Dean/Cas) 1/2

[misachan.livejournal.com]

The first time Sam saw Dean straighten Castiel's collar he didn't think much of it – the thing being crooked had driven him crazy all day and he was just relieved someone did something about it.

It did make him notice how often his brother fussed with Cas' clothes, though. Just little things, fixing the tie to sell a con (not that it wasn't always crooked again a few minutes later), adjusting the coat when something knocked it askew. It reminded him of how Jess would always appear from nowhere to tuck in the tags on his shirts, and was that ever a strange thought to have doing eighty on the interstate at midnight.

So Sam decided to keep his eyes open. Just to make sure he hadn't actually been missing something big all this time.

***

It wasn't that Dean sat up all night on the floor next to Cas' bedside when that witch whammied the hell out of him, shotgun in his lap and his eyes as hard a doberman's when it was about to bite – that was hunter stuff, Sam knew his brother would do that for anyone. What caught Sam's attention was how when Castiel shifted and his arm fell over the edge of the bed Dean tucked it back next to him as carefully as if Cas had been turned to glass, or how he straightened the blankets around him each time Cas moved.

"He's gonna be fine, Dean."

"'Course he is," came the automatic reply, as if there could be no alternative. "Get some sleep, Sam."

"You want me to sit with him a while? You need sleep too, y'know."

Dean just shook his head. "I got this."

Sam wondered if Dean even listened to himself sometimes. "Okay. Let me know if you need a break."

"I won't."

***

Sam was startled awake by the sound of wings, which wasn't anything close to an unusual occurrence anymore. He opened his eyes and saw Castiel leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, staring down at Dean. "Cas?" Sam said, keeping his voice low. "What's up?"

"Dean's prone to nightmares after demon hunts. I'm standing guard."

Sam needed a second to process that. "So...you're...just gonna stand there all night, then?"

Castiel nodded. "The nightmares have been very bad as of late," he said, and did Sam ever know that. "I told him I would make sure he could sleep through the night."

Sam sighed. "Dude, why don't you just get in the bed with him?"

Castiel looked up, his brow furrowed. "Do you think that would work better?"

Sam rolled over, burying his head under his pillow. "'Night, Cas."

Grimm, Monroe/Nick

[bballgirl3022.livejournal.com]

Monroe/Nick Early morning cuddling

Re: Grimm, Monroe/Nick

[moorishflower.livejournal.com]

First thing in the morning, Monroe smells like a wet dog.

It's not an insult, but it's something that surprised him the first time Nick woke up next to him. He'd thought, for one heart-pounding moment, that he'd gotten into bed with a wolf, and then Monroe had let out this massive snore, and he'd rolled over and scratched his chin in his sleep, and Nick had settled back down, secure in the knowledge that if there was a wolf in his bed, it was, at the very least, a friendly beast.

Now, things are different. He's still the first to wake up, but when he does he buries his face in the crook of Monroe's neck, breathing in, as if he can bury the scent beneath his skin. Every monster out there already knows he's a Grimm, but he wishes that he could erase that mark, just for a while, and be Nick and Monroe. And then Monroe shuffles a little, opens his eyes and stretches and yawns, and he makes a sound like a train backing up, throat gone hoarse from shouting and snarling. Blowjobs bring the beast out, Nick has discovered, and he sometimes uses it to his advantage.

"Morning, darling," Monroe mutters, and drags idle fingers through Nick's hair. "I miss something?"

"No." Nick winds his arms around Monroe's torso, drags his fingers down the long spine until the pressure provokes a shiver and a low, warning whine. He gentles his touch, and the sound becomes almost like a purr. "Just enjoying my own personal electric blanket."

"Tease," Monroe mutters, and retaliates by pressing open-mouthed, morning-breathed kisses to Nick's cheek and jaw. He smells like herbs and bath salts and wet dog.

And Nick's okay with that.

[sinnerforhire.livejournal.com]

After Dean stops wearing the Samulet, Cas gives him this necklace (which supposedly even smells like pie!) because he misses being able to use the cord to pull Dean in for a kiss.

Fandom: Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny

[dante-s-hell.livejournal.com]

Steve has to go out of town and he makes Kono and Chin promise to keep an eye on Danny...and they do.

Supernatural, Lisa/Balthazar, Ben, family vacation

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

First vacation has a family. :)

Supernatural, John/Gabriel, wee!chesters, wee!Castiel, Disney World

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

John and Gabriel takes little Dean, Sam and Cas to Diseny World.

Re: Supernatural, John/Gabriel, wee!chesters, wee!Castiel, Disney World

[simonejester.livejournal.com]

I am so keeping this prompt in mind the next time I go home to Florida to visit my family. Might take over a year but writing fic is as good a distraction as any when waiting in long-ass theme park lines. XD

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Steve/Tony

[heard_the_owl]

Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Steve/Tony

Superhusbands being domestic while wrangling the other superheros in Tony's house. Like - Yelling at Thor to clean up the broken glass he keeps smashing. Making Clint sit in chairs instead of perching and stalking people from up high (on banisters or on top of book cases - wherever!).

IDEK.

I just want the guys to do stuff as a mommy-daddy team. Doesn't matter if they realize they're doing it or not - or maybe only the team realizes? Maybe Carlson calls them on it? OR they could totally be fucking each others' brains out. S'all good!

Just, please, ALL OF THE SHMOOP AND RIDICULOUSNESS! \0/

Fandom: Supernatural

[heard_the_owl]

Supernatural fandom-
I kinda want to request Ellen taking care of the boys, but if you want to make it some other woman like Jody or an OC, that'd be totally cool. Just stuff like making them dinner, washing their clothes, giving them a hug. Someone doing Mommy type things for our (grown up)boys. <3<3<3

Re: Fandom: Supernatural

[cryforyesterday.livejournal.com]

Filled
http://archiveofourown.org/works/361352

Fandom: Supernatural

[misachan.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Team Free Will, They're snowed in and Sam and Dean decided to pass the time by teaching Cas to play Risk (and he absolutely wrecks them.)

FILLED: An Element of Randomness

[grasshopr-molly.livejournal.com]

Sam called from the lobby. "Monopoly, Risk, Trouble, or card games. Which do you want?"

"Monopoly sucks," Dean said as he pulled his boots off. "Trouble's for kids, and I don't think I wanna play poker against the king of the poker face. Risk it is."

By the time Sam got back, cardboard box in his arms, Dean had sweats and a henley on and had persuaded Castiel to take off his trenchcoat and suit jacket. If they were gonna be snowed in, Dean would ensure they did it right. They even had microwave popcorn, which Sam nuked while Dean explained the basics.

"Here, you're blue," Dean said, handing Cas the plastic box of pieces. "We start by taking turns putting down armies till the whole world's taken. You get bonuses for owning a whole continent..."

*

Cas surveyed the dice and said, "I believe this means I own Australia, correct?"

*

"You're getting a little overextended there, Cas," Sam said.

Cas shook the dice in a cage of his long fingers and said placidly, "You're mistaken."

*

Dean met his brother's eyes, wondering how neither of them had seen that pincer movement coming till it was too late.

*

Grimly, Dean said, "Either we gang up on him or neither of us is makin' it out of here, Sammy." Sam didn't even protest the name, just nodded.

*

"Are you angeling the dice?" Dean demanded. Sam's tiny remaining enclave of red was too far away for support, and while Dean's green pieces at least had their backs to an ocean he felt awfully exposed.

"I don't cheat, Dean," Cas said seriously. He looked so much thinner out of his layers. "I can't help it if the random elements have fallen out in my favor."

Dean sighed.

*

"OK," Dean said. "Congratulations, you rule the world."

Cas cocked his head, studying the board. "You still have four countries."

"They surrender," Dean said. Cas looked up and met his eyes, and said, "I think that's wise of them."

On the other bed, Sam choked on the last of the popcorn.

"Sam, you OK?"

"Yeah," Sam gasped around coughs. "I'm great."

Dean studied his brother for a second. "Then what's up?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "You'll get it eventually, dude." Which wasn't an answer, but Dean didn't feel like prying out Sam's weird logic right now.

"Shall we play another game?" Cas asked, and Dean thought there was a bit of eagerness in his tone. He made a questioning face at Sam, who shrugged and sat up.

"This time we gang up on him from the beginning," Sam said, and Dean grinned.

[mithrel.livejournal.com]

SG-1, Carter/O’Neill, kidfic

Sherlock (bbc): Sherlock/John

[princess-aleera.livejournal.com]

Sherlock is bored. John is fondly exasperated.

Sherlock (bbc): Sherlock/John or gen

[princess-aleera.livejournal.com]

Sherlock and Mycroft start a prank war. It very quickly goes very out of hand.

Supernatural, Sam/Cas or Dean/Cas (or both, lol)

[princess-aleera.livejournal.com]

Cas gets whammied by a Disney curse, that makes him fall into a come of sorts. (Think Snow White, Enchanted, Sleeping Beauty etc.) He can only be awakened by True Love's kiss.

*smirk*

Re: Supernatural, Sam/Cas or Dean/Cas (or both, lol)

[c00kie.livejournal.com]

Dean/Cas, "True Love's Kiss," PG-13 for Language.

"No, no, no, absolutely not. I'm not doing it it!" Dean knew he sounded like a spoiled child but he didn't care. What his brother was asking him to do was out of the fucking question.

"It's the only way, Dean," Sam reminded him and then, because he wanted to drive the point in even deeper, "He would do the same for you."

Dean turned his glare from Sam to Castiel, who was lying on Dean's motel bed, comatose because some witch had watched way too many Disney films. And now, according to Sam, the only way to save Cas was for "True Love's kiss," and also, according to Sam, it had to come from Dean.

"Okay, okay," Dean held his hands up, "Say I believe you about the kiss thing, what makes you so sure it has to be from me? Can't we just you know, find someone?"

"You're kidding right?" Sam gaped at Dean who shrugged back.

"What? It can't be too hard to find someone who'll want to kiss him," Dean argued.

"Yeah," Sam agreed, "You."

Dean rolled his eyes. "I can't believe I have to say this again. I am not in love with Cas!" He wasn't. Okay so maybe he thought about Cas more than what was strictly necessary for a human and an angel, but they were just thoughts.

"Okay," Sam conceded, "I'll make you a deal. You kiss him now and if he wakes up, then you owe me for life, but if he doesn't, then we look for another cure."

Against his better judgment, Dean decided to take Sam up on his offer. He wasn't looking forward to kissing Cas' dry lips, but if it proved to Sam that they were not star crossed lovers, then so be it. "Look away," he ordered.

"Gladly," Sam rolled his eyes but turned his head around anyway. Heard pounding for reasons he couldn't explain, Dean leaned over Cas' prone body.

"Here goes nothing," Dean whispered and then as quick as lightning, he pressed his lips against Castiel's and then stood back as far as he could from the bed. He watched as nothing happened. "There!" he fist pumped, ignoring the pain in his gut that felt a lot like disappointment, "See it didn't work!" but then Cas' eyelids began to flutter. "Cas?"

He was waking up.
He was waking up.
He was....Oh crap.
Slowly, Dean turned to look at Sam, whose smirk was as big as his gigantic body.

Son of a bitch.

All in all, it still took Dean a few more months to come to terms and admit he was in love with Cas, but ultimately everyone lived happily ever after, especially Sam, who never had to do his own laundry again.