Friday Free-For-All

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TGIF, everyone!  That means today we get to play in whatever sandboxes we want, posting whatever prompts we want with no themes! 

Just remember to follow the rules: 

Only three posts per fandom, and only five total. If one of your prompts is answered, you may go ahead and post another.
No spoilers for new shows/seasons until a week after airing.
If your fill is spoilery, WARN accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass on by

Please also honor and respect our code monkeys by following the correct format: 

Inception, Eames/Arthur/Ariadne, domestic is overrated

Leverage/White Collar, Author's Choice, sometimes the best need an extra hand


And as always, please feel free to look over our lonely prompts and fill any that tickle your fancy!


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[castiels-shadow.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, butterfly kisses and comforting snuggles

Fill!

[sansdatelimite.livejournal.com]

Dean’s still half asleep when he realizes that Castiel has forced himself into the curl of Dean’s body. His head is tucked up under Dean’s chin, one arm slung around the hunter’s middle and fingers skimming the surface of Dean’s skin, just under his shirt, and a knee is shoved between Dean’s thighs.

For a brief moment, Dean can feel something burning at the back of his eyes and a lump form at the back of his throat. It’s stupid to get worked up over this, this thing that used to be between Dean and Castiel but the angel left him, he didn’t the right to just crawl back into Dean’s bed.

“Cas,” Dean says, trying to stop his voice from quivering. “Don’t you have a civil war to stop?”

The fingers on Dean’s back stop tracing comforting circles and Castiel just forces himself closer to Dean’s body. When he speaks, it’s almost too muffled to hear. “Dean,” he sighs, clutching at Dean tighter. “Please.”

Dean doesn’t know what Castiel is asking for, what he wants, but it’s becoming increasingly obvious what the angel needs. Heaving a longsuffering sigh, Dean just wraps an arm around Castiel and tries to ignore the fact there is a trench coat under his fingertips and not the sleep warmed skin he misses.

“Sleep,” he orders. He doesn’t miss the way Castiel huffs a breath of laughter against his neck, or the way Castiel’s eyelashes bat against the soft skin of Dean’s throat. “For once in your life, just listen to me, Cas and sleep.”

Castiel presses a soft kiss to Dean’s throat before nuzzling closer, and the way his breath and eyelashes tickle Dean’s skin sends something warm pulsing through his veins. Gentle fingers start tracing circles on Dean’s back again and the hunter lets himself be lulled back into a dreamless oblivion while Castiel attempts to follow.

Re: Fill!

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

Ah!

Re: Fill!

[castiels-shadow.livejournal.com]

Awww, now this is sweet! I love the ending how Cas does attempt to sleep like Dean asks him to! Bless Cas! Thank you for filling my prompt - I enjoyed that!