Tuesday: Gifts and presents

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Greetings!
I am sorry about yesterday, I was out celebrating my birthday and completely forgot about making the post before I left. But today I won't forget and due to this week being my birthday week, today's theme is Gifts! It could be an awesome random gift, a birthday present gone wrong or maybe a bomb concealed as a gift.

Just remember the rules!
* No more than three prompts from the same fandom
* No more than five prompts in a row
* If your prompt is answered you may leave a new one
* Spoiler, don't leave any in the prompts and if your fill containts one please warn accordingly. Wait a week before prompting something that might be considered spoilery (if you are wondering if it is, it probably is)

Examples:
Castle, Ryan/Esposito, Giving away the last donut
Dr Who, Amy/Rory, He is great at giving gifts
Leverage/Firefly, Sterling/Eliot + Badger, Sterling goes to his cousin to find the perfect gift for Eliot

(tag=gifts)

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[shi-mo.livejournal.com]

A/N: hi! your lonely prompt caught my eye :) Hope it's at least close to what you where hoping for.

B-day

Nearly a year passed since Cas declared himself New God and strangely the world was still standing and what was even more strange – it seemed to be healing after all end of the world crap that hit the fan in last years. So Dean eventually had to suck it up and allow Cas back into his life. When next May came Dean started to catch himself on the thought that soon it will be Castiel birthday, sort of, and he would really need to give him something. And that’s where he hit a wall. Because what the hell one gives ex-angel, ex-human mutant deity for his B-day? Dean honestly didn’t have idea worth a dime, so he decided to seek help.

Dean would be hard-pressed to tell why his first choice of advice was freaking King of Hell, but still here he was: summoning ritual, demon trap – all in place. And mildly amusing demon with glass of scotch.

- Sorry, darling, what?

- What do I get Cas for his birthday?

- How about Dean Winchester in a nude with big bloody bow around important parts?

- Crowley! – growled Dean.

- What? You asked for my advice, I gave you one. And, pretty mouth, it you ever summon me again for such rubbish I will skin you alive, our lord in heaven favorite boy-toy or not.

- Been there, done that.

- Care for a repeat?

- Oh… just go to hell.

- Gladly. Cheers!

His second choice was newly resurrected Gabriel. Guy was a colossal asshole, but he got style and was Castile brother.

- Dean-o, my second favorite human-in-law.

- There is no such word.

- I’m pretty sure word of God trumps dictionary.

- Whatever. Look, it’s kind of his birthday and I thought…

- Don’t say a word. I’m on it! How about stripper in a cake?

- Cas’s birthday, not yours.

- You will be the stripper?

Dean sighed and started to draw banishing sigil.

His third choice would have been usually his first, but Sam lately was more weird than usual.

- I mean he is freaking God, what can you get him for birthday that he already doesn’t have?

- Exactly.

- Man, that’s weird.

- Tell me about it.

- You know, you could go old school?

- Meaning?

- Altar, sacrifices, all very Old Testament, you know.

- You really think it’s a good idea?

Sam shrugged and slurped his smoothie.

- Lucifer does.

- Freaking brilliant.

His fourth choice was Chuck, because man was a prophet, meaning he knew shit that was only going to happen in Dean’s life. But he was nowhere to be found and all advice Dean got was couple of nervous lines on answering machine: “Dean, hi. If it’s you, I mean. Just… love is an answer, man. Love is an answer. Good luck.”

After that Dean started to seriously contemplate buying his semi-friendly neighborhood deity a tie or something equally lame, because no way he was following advice of any those perverts. Also they were wrong, they weren’t like this. There were just Dean and Cas. Friends, sort of.

- Dean?

- Personal space, dude!

- My apologies, but I had impression you where prying for my guidance.


- I wasn’t prying, Cas. I don’t pray, remember? – But before Dean could drive himself into a corner, Castiel looked at him strangely and frowned:

- Dean why would I wish for you to sit inside a cake with a red ribbon around you manhood?

- No reason at all, Cas.

- Also please inform your brother and Lucifer I don’t require sacrifices.

- Right. No sacrifices. Check.

- I’ll be going, Dean.

- Yeah. See you, later.

- But I wouldn’t say no to a beer and a burger, - said Castiel and disappeared.

Dean smiled that… that he could do.

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[metallikirk.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is awesome; poor Dean! He goes through all that trouble and all Cas wanted was a beer and a burger! I can just imagine that, lol! XD Thank you for filling my prompt; it was what I wanted!