Monday, Crack Day

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Greetings! I am still phantisma (also known as Amara)

I love me some crack...bring on the crack....superhero AUs and mpreg and crazy curses...

As always, obey the rules:

* Three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
* No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
* If your fill contains spoilers, please warn for it and leave enough space for people to pass by.




Feed the overworked codemonkeys correctly formatted prompts (and not overly long, don't write the story for them, inspire them):

Supernatural, Bobby, Sam & Dean, de-aging
White Collar, Neal & Peter, Neal lifts a cursed object
Leverage, team, a curse forces them all to tell the truth



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Watch Out For Woodchucks -Part 4

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Dean was never so glad to see the sign that proclaimed Singer Salvage Yard, and Bobby's mutt Rumsfeld barking at them from his chain. Only this time Dean could hear what Rumsfeld was saying.

"There back, back, back - hey, is that a cat?" Dean closed his eyes as Tommy got his face though the window, sure to be the cat-equivent of sticking out his tongue.

"Hey dog, look - dog on a chain!" Dean batted Tommy away from the window long enough to get out, watching with a feeling of amusement as Tommy sauntered up to Rumsfeld, just out of reach of the dog's eager leaps.

"Serious now, you can't reach me, listen up, that man - the short one, he's mine, and he can hear us, so don't you bad-mouth me!" Tommy declared, Dean could only roll his eyes and go meet Bobby at the door.

"Good to see you boys." Bobby told them with a warm half-hug over their shoulders.

"Liar, you wanted to invite your lady friend over!" Rumsfeld claimed, which Dean wished he couldn't hear.

"Bobby, hey, so what's the word out about talking animals?" Sam greeted, getting strait to the point.

"Oh, don't tell me...?" Bobby trailed off, eying Sam as if he could see the demon blood in him.

"No, no, this time, it's Dean." Sam was quick to explain, grinning.

"I've got a headache." Dean told them, and Tommy and Rumsfeld went oddly quite, watching him with something like awe and amusement. Animals were always amused around Dean, it seemed to him.

"A headache?" Bobby frowned in puzzlement.

"From them." Dean gestured toward the cat and dog.

"Talking?" Bobby asked with a wary sympathy, Dean nodded.

"Well, at least this isn't the first time." Bobby muttered, and Sammy caught what he said, pulling him aside as Bobby started back into the house to probably get some book to start some spell that would stop all this.