Monday — Silliness

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

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!

Comments

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[nights-fang.livejournal.com]

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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