Testing this damn LJ app again.
I have two major goals right now: finish my help_pakistan fic for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
sycophantastic and, y'know, actually start my Secret Angels fic. Bleh.
Then there's spn_reversebang and spn_las and the September Twitfic Challenge that imisspadfoot21 is hosting and au_bingo...
Oh god what have I done?
So I wrote this truly believing I was filling a prompt over at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif){kind=small}
comment_fic. Then I went to post it and discovered that the prompt I thought I was writing for didn't actually exist. My own brain hijacked me. How frustrating. So if this feels strange somehow, I thoroughly blame the phantom prompt. Yeah, that's the ticket.
Title: hard rain blues
Rating: pg-13
Words: 1k
Pairing: implied Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: 5.18 Point of No Return
Warnings: none
Summary: Fifty miles from anywhere and six days from Van Nuys, Sam can't keep his mouth shut any longer.
Title: Trifles
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel
Words: 750
Spoilers: None
Notes: Just some phone-fic I wrote for krystalicekitsu a while back over on Twitter. An utterly cracky ficlet.
Summary: It starts with a disagreement over baked goods. It ends with an escape plan.
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( Dean and Gabriel have a tiff. Castiel saves the day. This, Sam feels, is becoming a frighteningly regular occurrence. )
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