Free For All Friday!

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Can you belive it? It's a Friday again! To celebrate this awesomeness it is time for the weekly Free For All. You all know the drill, let your minds run free as long as you keep to the rules:

* Three Prompts per fandom at a time
*Max 5 prompts in a row
*If one of your prompts are filled you are free to prompt more
*Be careful not to spoil, especially in these finale-filled times. If you are wondering if your prompt is a spoiler it probably is so wait a week. If you put a spoiler in a fic warn clearly and with a good spoilerspace.

Examples:

Castle, Castle/Esposito, Seeking comfort
Leverage RPS, Timothy Hutton/Christian Kane, after-ski

Leverage/Justified, Eliot Spencer/Raylan Givens, Dust, sweat, sex and bourbon
Castle/Firefly, Castle/Simon, Not quite right (but good enough to soothe the pain)

Have fun, be nice and write, write, write!

Comments

[neytiri-navi.livejournal.com]

Dean stood in the middle of a grassy field beside the Impala (which happened to be crooning an uncharacteristically tender melody) and reached for the angel.

"I don't understand, Dean."

"It's dancing, Cas. It seems kind of girly, but I hear it can be fun. Never got the chance to try, never really went to any school dances, never stuck around long enough in one place." Dean sighs, bites his lip, muscles past the memories of a childhood that was never a childhood.

"With the not-pocalypse out of the way I figure this is as good a time as any to find out. So just put your hands on my back and shuffle to the damn music."

Castiel tilts his head, a recognizable you-strange-humans movement, before sliding his arms around Deans waist and swaying to the slow beat.

Rather, he attempts to sway as he tramples Dean's toes and fails to follow any sort of lead for the first few minutes.

"I'm afraid I'm doing this wrong."

"No, man, you're fine. It's not like we're auditioning for Strictly Ballroom. It's just us, no one to impress."

This seems to satisfy Castiel as he nods once and rests his cheeks against Dean's, stubble scratching on stubble, noting the slight hitch in Dean's breath when he does; he smiles, says nothing.

They tilt themselves to and fro, slowly flattening a small circle of grass underneath their shoes. At some point, one of Dean's hands had slid into Castiel's hair; it's still there, cradling the angel's head as Dean puffs warm air against his cheek. Castiel's arms are pressed firmly around Dean, steady and strong, and Dean feels... maybe it's safe, maybe it's content, maybe it's just a damn chick-flick moment, but he doesn't care.

They were right, dancing can be fun.

-- -- -- -- -- --

"Dean... Dean, the music stopped several minutes ago."

"Yeah. I know. Do you wanna let go?"

"No, Dean. I'd like to stay"

[neytiri-navi.livejournal.com]

Thank you... and you're welcome. :)

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

Ah! That's so sweet!

[neytiri-navi.livejournal.com]

Sweetness seemed in order after the finale.

Thank you. :)