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Monday — Silliness

Greetings writers. The intended guest host has gone incommunicado and you are stuck with me again! I think we all need a bit of silliness in our Mondays so I am picking that for today's theme!

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:
Leverage, Hardison/Eliot, That's what she said

Dr Who, Eleven/Rory/Amy, the all song and dance planet of the Andromeda

Tag=silly

Enjoy!

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The Good Guys, Dan/Jack, Dan dresses as a woman and goes undercover for the case.

Edited 2011-10-10 21:54 (UTC)

The Good Guys, Dan/Jack, playing Twister

LOL, awww, poor Cas, he did try his best for Dean! Thank you for that awesome fill; that really did make me laugh. I loved the last line too; trust Dean to ask Cas to keep his panties on! XD

LOL! XD I swear I was laughing all the way through reading this; poor Bones! I can just imagine his horrified expression over the amount of Spam being bandied about! XD Thank you for the the awesome fill!

Star Trek (TOS), crew, when Spock is finally provoked into pulling a prank the results are spectacular

Beckett stood still, curiously watching Castle maneuver his way through the precinct. Ryan and Esposito moving at snail’s pace behind the eccentric write snickering. She watched and fought her own amusement when Rick teetered on one foot before jumping to another tile and wobbling until he gained his balance back.

“What are you doing?” Beckett smirked at the way Castle looked up, his face contorted in mock fear. He stood starring up at her before he pointed at the floor. She leaned up to her tip toes to get a better look at what he was pointing at and only saw the tiled linoleum. “Caslte?”

“There is lava,” Castle whispered as he made a leap towards the wall and plastered himself against it.

“There’s what?” Beckett made to move towards him but Castle thrust his hands outwards and she stopped. She looked down at her own feet and smirked. She was currently standing on a large square of darker tiles, as were Castle, Esposito and Ryan. She tested her theory and moved a foot to the lighter tiles and Castle hissed out a warning.

“I need to get to Montgomery’s office,” Castle whispered as he continued his journey down the hallway. Beckett watched him for a few moments before turning back to Esposito and Ryan.

Esposito snorted into his hand before looking over at Ryan, “You think they doused his coffee with something?”

“Yeah, Beckett I’d advise you to stay away from the coffee he left on your desk. He’s been a little,” Ryan waved his hand back and forth.

Kate rolled her eyes, “Isn’t that what makes Castle, Castle?”

"Well that's because nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!" said the Doctor, flipping a few levers and then wincing as the TARDIS blew sparks at him.

"Isn't that just a line from Monty Python?" asked Rory. Amy looked at him blankly. "You know, 'NOBODY expects the spanish Inquisition'?" he repeated in a high pitched voice. Amy's expression changed to amusement.

"Well yes and no, mostly no but a bit yes. No one expects the Spanish Inquisition because of a perception filter. They're actually sort of...squidy and landish. Land squids. Terry Gilliam and Michael Palin traveled with me once. Had to wipe their memory or they'd go mad. So maybe they're like Land Cthulu then... anyway, the part about the comfy chairs is true, mostly because they find comfy chairs horribly uncomfortable."

"So they'll just yell at us a lot and deny us tea?" joked Rory.

"Oh no, they'll ravage your mind and feed off the psychic energy until you kill yourself. Which is why we're leaving!" he shouted, as the TARDIS shuddered violently. "Or at least we're trying to!"

Hee! This is awesome.

yay!! thanks for filling my prompt.

Animorphs, Kindergarten!Animorphs, school lunch smackdown

Supernatural, Jo & Dean, prank war during an unusual case

Star Wars, Han Solo, some wise guy aboard the Falcon kept stealing his socks

Criminal Minds, Morgan/Garcia + any, there are neon feathery pens in Morgan's desk drawer

Animorphs, Marco/Rachel, anything you can do I can do better

Supernatural/How I Met Your Mother, Dean/Robin, "Size does matter."
P.S. I am super behind on SPN and would appreciate no spoilers for s6 or beyond. Thank you!

Phew, so glad you liked it! THX!

*iz ded of teh lulz*

Poor confuzzled Cas! Although, it seems his efforts weren't a total waste. ;D

I've always been a firm believer that Dean is a waste not want not kind of guy, so any sort of getup geared to entice a reaction is probably gonna do the trick. More or less. Or whatever, LOL!

THX!

Glad you liked it!

It starts with flowers. Roses to be precise.

No seriously, of all things, roses.

Adam wakes up with a bunch of white fucking wild roses next to him, right in front of his face They have to be wild, because there's no way cultivated roses could look like that, no matter what gardeners juice them with. Big, fucking huge actually, and short stemmed, and really pretty.

Adam's allergic flowers. Especially roses.

He ends up sneezing up a fucking storm. And by the time he calms down enough to trash the things, and wash up, his face is blotchy, and he looks like Rudolf the fucking reindeer of a human. At least that's what Dean tells him while laughing at his face. Sam at least is kind enough to not laugh at his face and hands Adam coffee and sandwiches they picked from the diner for him.

There's a reason Adam likes Sam better than Dean. Sam is the best giant moose of a big half brother ever.

The next time it's carnations, which Adam hates. Then come the Bell-flowers and Asters. Then a bunch of more flowers all meaning different variations of love. Dean of course rolls his eyes at Bobby, Sam, and Adam and at the fact that they know this shit. Which of course explains to Adam why Dean probably never had a long term girlfriend.

Adam spends most of the next few mornings trashing each bouquet with extreme prejudice – well all except the bouquet of lilacs and tulips because those were mom's favourite – and walking around with a runny, red, near clown nose.

“They are a traditional gift of courtship.” Castiel explains apologetically while thankfully healing Adam's congestion so that he can breathe like a normal human again.

Adam throws the latest bouquet at him.

-

The pie would be a nice gesture. Actually it is a really nice gesture. It looks and smells amazing. Castiel made it.

Except all that supposedly tasty gooey red filling reminds Adam of not so nice memories, and monsters that impersonated his mom, and the time he spent holding his own insides in a tiny coffin. Like he said, not so nice memories. He ends up spending the rest of the afternoon in the bathroom, puking up and trying to force himself into forgetting those mental images.

Adam would yell bloody murder at the angel, but it's obvious that Castiel honestly didn't mean it. (Even though Adam suspects it sometimes. After all the angel molotoved him, and left him in the Cage. Yes, he's still pissed about that. He has every right to be.)

Apparently the pie was fucking delicious, Dean tells him later, and Adam has to remind himself that Dean is a Hunter and so any attempt at physical violence against him would only result in Adam landing painfully on his ass. So instead he stalks off back to the room he sleeps in at Bobby's and curses his existence like an emo kid.

-

Waking up to dead stuffed animals in your bed will never, ever be okay. Not in a million years.

“Dean said stuffed animals always work.”

“I meant the toys Cas. Not this.”

“Oh.” Castiel's eyes went comically wide, and Adam would laugh if he weren't the guy who woke up face to face with the beady eyes of someone's stuffed dog. After his first death and the Cage, he already had enough nightmare fuel to last him for the next few thousand lifetimes. He didn't need anyone adding to it.

Thank God Sam was coming up to wake him up anyway. Adam would've probably hurt himself panicking and trying to get away from the thing after just getting up.

When Castiel actually leaves, thank someone for that because it was getting seven different kinds of awkward with him around, Adam turns on Dean, wondering why in the fucking world would he be interested in setting them up.

“Cas is weird and stuff, but he's Cas. He's not a douche like the rest of the feathered dicks.”

Which might be true in Dean's case but it's a sucky explanation, because Dean tends to forget Castiel left him in the Cage. That's not the kind of thing you get over easily. So yeah actually liking the guy enough to date him, is out of the question.

-

Okay maybe the exotic chocolates for the next few days might make Adam reconsider. That and the really fucking sincere apologetic look those blue eyes sport when Castiel hands them to him.

They're tasty. Eventually though Adam gets sick form constant chocolate, and he can't being himself to be annoyed at Castiel for it. Especially when Castiel insists on healing him.

It's fucking unfair. Really fucking unfair.

-

Adam's doing some simple research for Bobby, while the old hunter is out buying groceries, when a dizzying headache hits him. They've been getting worst with the coming days, and making him more irritable.

He really just needs to sneak himself to the nearest optician and get glasses or lenses. Whoever got him out, and fixed him, just brought him back to his original state; not brand spanking new. Which meant he was still short sighted. While Adam can manage a good near hundred percent of the time, it really sucked when he needed to read incredibly tiny font, like the one he's just been reading. He can't keep borrowing Bobby's glasses forever. Bobby's prescription is much more than his, and Dean and Sam keep forgetting about to take him. Seriously if they don't, they can take their paranoia and need to keep Adam house arrested – “safe” in their words – and shove it, because Adam's eyes are giving him Hell.

“I brought this for you. I thought it would be of use.” He's leaning against the chair, head tilted backwards, pinching the bridge of his nose when Castiel appears. And seriously, he is so not in the mood to deal with the angel, or anyone, right now.

That is until he takes a look at exactly what's in Castiel's hand, and blinks, because for a moment he's sure he's seeing things. Big, blocky, kinda ancient looking. Hell, it still has tiny initials Adam had scratched into it the moment he officially inherited them once mom changed the lenses to his prescription, because his grandpa's had been too high.

“Are those my glasses?” because if they are, Adam might just kiss Castiel. Adam doesn't care if they're old man glasses. They were his grandpa's and he loves them.

Castiel nods, a small smile tucked into the corner of his mouth, as he hands them to Adam.

Maybe the angel isn't so bad after all.

-

Okay so maybe the little knick-knacks which Adam learns are various talismans that ward off the supernatural are cool. And useful. At least some of them are.

Adam's not sure he's ever going to need a blessed sword from Arthurian times. Or Merlin's staff, even though Sam and Bobby both have their own versions of nerdgasms at that. (He has one too, but that's going to be a secret he takes to his grave.)

But Adam isn't looking to start a collection. And if Castiel gets any more of them, Bobby might have to make a new shed to store them in.

-

Castiel had actually thought of serenading him. He got the idea from a movie.

Adam contemplates banging his head to mush on Bobby's sturdy desk.

-

Adam likes the books. This time Castiel has clearly done his homework because Adam has a nice well kept old First Edition copy of Orwell's 1984 – so Adam's favourite book is about a creepy totalitarian society, Sam and Dean can shove it – on his night stand. He's already re read it a couple of time since it first appeared.

[Castiel had also tried reading it to him (on someone's suggestion, Adam's not sure who) and Adam had to put a stop to that before things got weird. Sure, he may really like the book but he's pretty certain the narration isn't supposed to sound like audio erotica. And he's pretty sure thinking about the words erotic with reference to an angel is a sin. Adam doesn't want to go to Hell again.]

And the advanced anatomy books are fucking amazing.

The ones suggested by Balthazar though, those go straight into Bobby's fireplace.

But the thing is while Adam likes books, you can have too much of a good thing. And Bobby already has interesting stuff to read without Castiel adding to it. Bobby's also running out of space, and well it's kind of getting ridiculous.

But still, books. Castiel's on the right track.

-

Castiel sucks at love letters.

No, seriously he sucks at it. Adam's not sure what they're supposed to be, but it's definitely not romantic. They're definitely something, but not romantic.

Then the notes start quoting poetry. Poetry.

“Maybe I should've suggested the actual books to him as well.” Sam says reading one of the newer notes. Adam stares at him for a good two minutes, which makes Sam squirm and give him his moose-like apologetic smile. Great, now he was in on it too. Adam just... keeps mentally shaking his head, wondering when his life turned into a sitcom.

Dean, of course, being Dean, has a blast reading them out loud. Even Sam and Bobby laugh at them.

And okay, maybe it's going a bit too far, because while they're bad, they aren't that bad. For Castiel at least. Nothing in Adam's opinion can top the dead dog.

Then Castiel apparently asks Balthazar for tips.

Adam takes it back. The notes top them.

Yes those ones are that bad. ~~And Adam will never be able to look at Castiel's tie in an innocent manner ever again.~~

-

Castiel actually writes him a note in Newspeak. Newspeak. Which he then proceeds to recite in that gravelly low voice of his.

Fuck everything. Adam's in love.

This is utterly perfect, bb! Adam voice is so Adam, I love it, and Castiel getting tips from everyone, then massively messing them up, is adorable! I even think the angst you worked in was subtly gut-wrenching without ruining the tone of the piece. Also, Adam with glasses...hn.

Apparently sadly enough I cannot write Adam in fic without sneaking in angst. Or Kate. (I did want to work in that the last note idea came from a rather divine source, because Castiel's attempts at wooing get sympathy from everyone but it wasn't fitting.)

I blame Adam with glasses on Jake. Have you seen how adorable and hot he looks with them?

I have! Unf! Curse Jake dor looking good in literally everything! *grumbles*

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