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Entry tags:
- dean,
- fanfiction,
- short,
- spn
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"Default Settings"
Fandom: SPN
Pairing(s): Too short for it to matteraka Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: S4
Summery: Dean hopes that what he's thinking isn't really what's happening, because really? What the ever loving fuck.
Notes: Playing catch up, therefor for the bunnies will probably already be epic tropes but I don't really give a rats ass.
Word Count: 142, so this is a shorty Mcshort y'all
Dean hopes and that what he's thinking isn't really what's happening, because really? What the ever loving fuck.
"You're shitting me."
"Unfortunately, no Dean."
"So you dragged me up from hell for what? Angelic booty call?
Castiel does his signature head tilt while Dean sighs and sits on the edge the bed behind him, head in hands.
"So lemme get this straight; when you brought me back from hell not only did you fix the pluming and do do a ton of body work, you also set everything back to manufacturer standards?"
"..."
"I'm a virgin."
"Yes."
Dean flops the rest of the way back onto the scratchy motel bed comforter, palms up, shoes still on, and eyes firmly shut. "Great. Just great."
A headache of epic proportions is forming between his ears and his last pair of socks are soggy and on his feet.
Can things get any worse?
- - -
Oh Dean you snarky son of a gun, why're you so fun to write?
More eventually.
Fandom: SPN
Pairing(s): Too short for it to matter
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: S4
Summery: Dean hopes that what he's thinking isn't really what's happening, because really? What the ever loving fuck.
Notes: Playing catch up, therefor for the bunnies will probably already be epic tropes but I don't really give a rats ass.
Word Count: 142, so this is a shorty Mcshort y'all
Dean hopes and that what he's thinking isn't really what's happening, because really? What the ever loving fuck.
"You're shitting me."
"Unfortunately, no Dean."
"So you dragged me up from hell for what? Angelic booty call?
Castiel does his signature head tilt while Dean sighs and sits on the edge the bed behind him, head in hands.
"So lemme get this straight; when you brought me back from hell not only did you fix the pluming and do do a ton of body work, you also set everything back to manufacturer standards?"
"..."
"I'm a virgin."
"Yes."
Dean flops the rest of the way back onto the scratchy motel bed comforter, palms up, shoes still on, and eyes firmly shut. "Great. Just great."
A headache of epic proportions is forming between his ears and his last pair of socks are soggy and on his feet.
Can things get any worse?
- - -
Oh Dean you snarky son of a gun, why're you so fun to write?
More eventually.