Muadhnait: Pets
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Hello, All!
I'm ahavaelwilhouse, your guest host for this week. Today's prompt is pets. Whether it's how adorable they can be, a couple's first puppy/kitten together, or a lost pet, pets is the theme of the day.
It's nice to format posts this way for our beloved codemonkeys *pets them*
Supernatural, Dean/Cas, first pet
White Collar, Peter/Neal/El, finding a dog on the street and taking it home.
For crossovers.
Supernatural/Charmed, Dean/Page, Dean is Page's "pet"
If none of today's prompts appeal to you, check out the Lonely Prompts.
Thank you, and I apologize for the lateness. :)
I'm ahavaelwilhouse, your guest host for this week. Today's prompt is pets. Whether it's how adorable they can be, a couple's first puppy/kitten together, or a lost pet, pets is the theme of the day.
It's nice to format posts this way for our beloved codemonkeys *pets them*
Supernatural, Dean/Cas, first pet
White Collar, Peter/Neal/El, finding a dog on the street and taking it home.
For crossovers.
Supernatural/Charmed, Dean/Page, Dean is Page's "pet"
If none of today's prompts appeal to you, check out the Lonely Prompts.
Thank you, and I apologize for the lateness. :)
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Date: 2011-05-02 03:20 pm (UTC)Fic: Furball, Tesla/Henry UST, G rated.
Date: 2011-05-19 11:21 pm (UTC)Furball
Henry was frustrated, tired and a little bit confused. He just wanted to get some sleep, but he wanted to figure out the slight fluctuations of the EM shield first.
"Have you tried-" Tesla offers, only to be cut off by Henry, jumping and yelling.
"Yes I, wait... what?" Henry immediately becomes defensive.
"You forgot I was here, didn't you?" Tesla smiles, a toothy grin.
"Maybe. Sorry." Henry apologizes automatically, before he realizes, "Why are you here?" Tesla shrugs, still smirking. "No, no. You don't do anything without a reason. You..." Henry realises, "aw man! You did this. Why would you use your powers to mess with the EM shield?"
"Relax Lassie, I was just seeing if I could boost it. That, and I did want to see your reaction."
"My reaction! I'm pissed! That's my reaction. I've wasted hours over this!" Henry cries.
"I know." Tesla's eyes are twinkling. They stop when he notices Henry switching off his eqiupment and packing up. Tesla isn't even smiling any more. "Where are you going?"
"I'm beat, Nikola." Henry whines. "I'm going to bed."
"You can't!" Tesla declares. Henry briefly stops.
"Goodnight."
"No. Sit. Heel. Here boy." Tesla orders, a touch of panic in his voice that Henry can't decipher.
"I'm not your pet." Henry says and continues walking out the door.
"Come back here, furball, and entertain me!" Tesla almost begs, making Henry frown.
"Dude. Please don't call me that." Henry asks, politely.
"What are you going to do about it, furball?" Tesla questions, a little crudely, especially for someone with such great intellect. Henry's frown deepens. The corner of Tesla's mouth quirks upwards at the sight. Then Henry sags and it's Tesla's turn to frown.
"Nothing. I'm beat. I'm going to bed." Henry starts to exit again.
"Can I come with you?" Tesla calls out after him.
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Date: 2011-05-02 04:08 pm (UTC)"No."
"Mark," Roger looked at his best friend. "Really? You of all people, are going to turn away a stray?" He'd been so sure Mark's bleeding heart would take one look at the pathetic, scraggly mutt in Roger's arms and cave.
Mark just sighed, pushing his glasses further onto his nose. "This is New York City, Roger. There are hundreds of homeless animals-"
"So just make it one less!"
"Why are you so insistent on this?" Mark looked up. "We can't afford rent, let alone another mouth, food, vet bills. Besides, who would feed it? Walk it? Clean up after it?"
"Me." Roger said, firmly.
" Roger ."
"Okay, okay. You would. But Mark..."
Mark pinched the bridge of his nose. "It could be sick."
"And you've never given up on anyone, even when they were sick," Roger pointed out. They locked eyes for a moment, after this, and Roger could see Mark was beginning to waver.
"...until we find someone who can actually pay for its food ," Mark muttered. "It's freezing out, close the door behind you."
Roger grinned, and set the new member of the family down, closing the door.
The puppy scampered, lifted its leg, and peed on a pair of Benny's finest shoes.
"On the other hand," Mark said. "I'm sure we could arrange something."
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Date: 2011-05-13 07:21 pm (UTC)Then he catches Cas staring at it.
"Dude, it's just a cat," he says, and Cas turns back to him. All is well.
The cat never leaves, and Cas keeps staring. Intensely. Deeply, like they're having secret angel-cat telepathy. it's creepy as fuck.
He points this out, but Cas does not get it. He shoos the cat away with his shotgun, but the damned thing comes back. Sam thinks he's losing his mind.
It all comes to a head one night when Dean wakes, instinctively, to the sound of wingbeats. Cas is back.
And he's staring at the damn cat.
"Goddamit, Cas! What the hell?"
"Cats can sense the presence of demons. I am training this one to protect you."
Dean blinks. He knows that cats are sensitive to the supernatural. But he hadn't realized you could train them to do anything, let alone catch demons.
Okay, so it's not quite as creepy. It's almost sweet.
"Thanks." He says. He's not really sure what else to say, after all the complaining and threatening he's done.
"You are welcome." Cas fixes him with a look. It's the intense stare he has missed. Sort of. "Go back to sleep."
Dena does. And in the morning, when the cat follows him to the car, he lets it.
"You mess with my baby, you die," he warns. Sam rolls his eyes as he gets in.
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Date: 2011-05-02 03:29 pm (UTC)Filled: Early Days
Date: 2011-05-29 08:03 pm (UTC)Dean’s in a morbidly reminiscent mood when he names it Lucky.
The first motel he passes has a strict no pets policy, and a rattle-snake mean owner who glares pointedly at the dog sitting in Dean’s front seat. The next one is full, and the one after that is so run down even Dean won’t stop for it. Dean drags a hand across his eyes and yawns widely; the dog contentedly sighs and rests its face on its front legs.
“I should really get rid of you,” Dean says, ignoring the unpleasant sound of his own voice. Lucky rolls his head towards Dean, one ear perking up at his voice. Dean glances from the road to look seriously into its eyes. “You’re way more trouble than you’re worth,” he explains. The dog whines.
Dean refocuses on the highway. “Don’t pretend you understand me,” he snorts. “You’re a dog.”
The fourth motel, finally, is pet-friendly-as-long-as-you-keep-it-down and has a vacancy. Dean yawns behind his hand as the desk clerk rattles off the animal protocol and snatches the keys with a grateful mutter. He grabs his bags, lets Lucky out of the car, and heads to his room with a golden retriever stepping on his heels.
He falls into bed, shoes still on, listening to Lucky’s quiet exploration of the room. I found your dog, Sam, he thinks as he nods off. It’s a nice story, anyways. And now the second bed he always orders out of habit gets some use.
He never does get around to getting rid of the dog.
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Date: 2011-05-02 03:48 pm (UTC):D ROFL
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