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Tuesday: Texts From Last Night
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morlockiness back for another day of prompting and writing.
Today's theme is Texts From Last Night. Fret not, for the prompts don't have to be taken from that site (they can be texts of your own creation, a scenario where a text would be appropriate, etc), but wouldn't it be more fun if they were? Plenty of opportunity for allowing our favorite characters to party, toke up, complete a walk of shame, and let their friends know in a succinct message.
As always, keep the rules in mind:
+ No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.
+No spoilers in your prompts for at least 1 week after original air/publication date. If there are spoilers in your story, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
+For the sake of your monkeys, please format your prompts correctly. For example:
Skins, Sid/Tony, "easter eggs filled with ecstasy. it's what jesus would do."
Crossovers:
Heroes/Star Trek XI, Claire/McCoy, "It's a shame that I don't know his last name. Actually, it's an ever bigger shame that I don't know his first name"
theme=textsfromlastnight
morlockiness back for another day of prompting and writing. Today's theme is Texts From Last Night. Fret not, for the prompts don't have to be taken from that site (they can be texts of your own creation, a scenario where a text would be appropriate, etc), but wouldn't it be more fun if they were? Plenty of opportunity for allowing our favorite characters to party, toke up, complete a walk of shame, and let their friends know in a succinct message.
As always, keep the rules in mind:
+ No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.
+No spoilers in your prompts for at least 1 week after original air/publication date. If there are spoilers in your story, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
+For the sake of your monkeys, please format your prompts correctly. For example:
Skins, Sid/Tony, "easter eggs filled with ecstasy. it's what jesus would do."
Crossovers:
Heroes/Star Trek XI, Claire/McCoy, "It's a shame that I don't know his last name. Actually, it's an ever bigger shame that I don't know his first name"
theme=textsfromlastnight
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SPOILERS FOR 5.22.
***
Blinking and yawning, Dean stared out the window at the sunrise. What the Hell was it doing here? It couldn't be time for that yet. He sighed and checked the clock on the wall — six AM. When did it get to be goddamn six AM? The haphazard pyramid of beer cans next to him suggested that it had been a while ago, but Dean couldn't remember that, or five AM, or much of anything, really — not because he'd been drinking, but because everything on TV sounded the same.
Had he actually paid attention to the TV, Dean might have been able to keep track of things that way, but after Doctor Sexy MD had blended into the news, and after Lisa had started yawning, and after he'd followed her up to bed where, once again, he'd nailed her but failed to sleep for that long, none of the late-night reruns of Chelsea Lately and infomercials had been meant for entertainment. Dean had just been lonely, and he hadn't wanted to wake Lisa by going back up to bed. She was a light sleeper. That he'd gotten out of bed without waking her up was a miracle.
Rubbing at the bridge of his nose, Dean flipped the channel to some stupid cartoon. It was better company than the shellac-haired suits trying to sell him Time-Life CD retrospectives of the sixties or whatever they were hocking. He glanced at the one can that didn't seem to fit with his beer. For one thing, it was plastic. For another, he was pretty sure that after dinner, when he'd last put it away, it'd been full of parmesan cheese. Dean slumped to his side on the sofa. At least Lisa's gym membership covered him too, he guessed.
Even as he pulled out his phone, he had no idea what he was doing. Sure, there had been a time when he could've spent these late nights with Cas, but that was long gone. Cell phones did not, as far as Dean knew, work in Heaven. He tapped out the text message anyway, and clicked send, and when he didn't get a response by seven, he wasn't that surprised. He just pocketed his phone again and went to wake up Ben for school.
The next night found Dean in the same place: nestled in his middle-of-the-sofa spot, drinking a beer, reciting Herpexia commercials to himself and glaring at Grey's Anatomy for not being as good as his medical romantic drama.
Then, his vision was obscured. Then, someone straddled his lap — someone decidedly not Lisa — someone taller, heavier, more masculine. Dean pulled him down by the still-familiar time and kissed Castiel as though he'd die and actually stay in Hell if he didn't. Castiel cupped Dean's chin, lifting it up until Dean met his gaze.
"If you wanted me to return," he said, "all you had to do was ask."
Dean kissed him again, and grunted, "Oh, believe me, Cas: I'm asking."
Re: SPOILERS FOR 5.22.
Yes, this is what happened after 5.22! I'm sure of it!
Awesome! Also, exclamation marks!!!
Re: SPOILERS FOR 5.22.
Re: SPOILERS FOR 5.22.
Re: SPOILERS FOR 5.22.