Comment meme! Bring on the crack!

[ratherastory]

So I was talking with pkwench yesterday, and instead of working on my castielfest fic, I allowed her to talk me into a crack!fic comment meme.

So that's what I'm doing.

Everyone, we're WRITING CRACK! Because Show is coming back on in two months, and you KNOW they're going to rip our hearts out of our ribcages and stomp on them. So let's have some fun first, before the angst starts!




Also, forgive my CRAPPY skills and even crappier image editing software. If anyone feels they can do better, please please PLEASE feel free to do so. :P


So light up your crack pipes, and join the fun! Tell your friends using this handy code:

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You know the drill, right?

One prompt per comment. Only one, because otherwise we get confused.

Multiple fills per prompt awesome and encouraged! Fills can be in any format ever: fic, art, filk, descriptions of fic, chatfic, haiku, sonnet, CAPSLOCK (which is practically required for crack), performance art (though we demand video!). Etc. You come up with it, you post it. Simple as that.

This is SPN, but it's crack. Feel free to include RPS, crossovers, whatever the hell you'd like.

When filling, it'd be super helpful if you did this in the subject line: FILLED: title, characters, rating

The meme will stay open indefinitely, and I'll keep the Master List updated as best I can.

Master List

chickenperson52: Sam's puppy-dog eyes turn out to be his next power.

pinkphoenix1986: Wee!chester: Sam always feels like a baby because Dean is all 'grown up' and gets to do whatever he likes. So one day, Sam wishes that he can just grow up already...

mesmorizee: Gabriel, with help either from his pagan friends or from God himself, traps Sam, Dean, Michael, and Lucifer in an alternate reality...one where the archangels are actually taking Sam and Dean to prom.

krystalicekitsu: Misha is suddenly imbued with the powers of his character. What's a poor overlord to do when given ultimate cosmic powers? and a sequel.

krystalicekitsu: Gabriel is a BNF of the Supernatural books fandom, and he's the reason for the first kinkmeme of said fandom. Sam, ah, runs into this kinkmeme at one point.

lies_unfurl: So Dean's trying to live the normal life with the Braedens. It doesn't help when crazy Uncle Cas comes to visit.

njoyingnsanity: Loki!Gabriel crack. Like, what's this about having bore the world serpent Jörmungandr? Or that funny horse? Or that one wolf. or...

mithrel: Nick!Lucifer, Jimmy!Cas and Gabriel have their vessels de-aged and they can't immediately fix it or leave the vessels. Dean and Sam look after all three of them.

morganoconner: Castiel gets turned into a puppy with wings. Guess who has to take care of him?

mesmorizee: Gabriel opens up a therapy/counseling business. Unfortunately for Sam, Dean, Cas and whoever else you wanna throw in, attendance is mandatory.

daymarket: Sam comes back to life as a bona fide ANGEL with visible wings and a halo. Dean can't stop laughing at the sight of Sam having wings and Castiel is no help at all.

lieseldante: Dean shows up at Stanford to drag Sam back to the secret family business: competitive ballroom dancing.

bladeachilles: Lucifer is the one who started Sam/Lucifer. Sam finds out.

madwriter223: Crowley's hellhound has puppies. He gives one to the Winchesters and/or Castiel.

madwriter223: Sam/Gabriel - Gabriel worked some complicated mojo to trap his essence in Casa Erotica so he could have Sam and Dean get him out later. It backfires rather spectacularly when instead, Sam gets trapped in the video with him...

mesmorizee: Someone, I don't care how you do it, whether it's them crashlanding on Isla Nublar via Castiel making a wrong turn or something or time travel, or what, just somebody PLEASE write some damn dinosaurs. I will love you forever.

Comments

[lassiterfics.livejournal.com]

So Dean's trying to live the normal life with the Braedens. It doesn't help when crazy Uncle Cas comes to visit.

filled- Black Sheep of the Family; PG-13 for language [1/2]

[lies-unfurl.livejournal.com]

(as a disclaimer, this is totally unbeta'ed, and it's ten at night, so I do apologize for any typos. Hope you enjoy.)

0o0o0o0

The demon's eyes glowed red. It stretched out a hand, and debris flew at Dean, rocks and glass from the shattered ruins they were in. Dean ducked as Ben ran in, whirling around with a knife in his right hand-

And then the doorbell rang.

"Dammit!" Ben snapped as he flinched, thumbs twitching off of the controller for a key second.

"Hey." Dean glared at him and tossed done his remote as the demon subsequently devoured his avatar. "If you go get the door, I'll pretend I didn't here that."

"Fine. Make the kid do all the work," he muttered as he rose from the couch, more for the sake of being argumentative than anything. He liked having Dean around, even if he just had shown up a few weeks ago and started crying into his mother's shoulder without any sort of explanation. That was weird as hell, and it sort of clashed with the whole "manly-leather-wearing-mechanical-genius" front that Dean put on, but Ben was too tactful to ask about it.

Forgetting to look through the peephole, Ben opened the door without a clue who was behind it. For all of his goodness with dealing with people, he could be kind of forgetful when it came to common sense.

"Hello." He looked kind of like a serial killer: Although he was a lot younger than the traditional old man who stood around in a park all day and asked little children to help him find his lost puppy, he had the gun-hiding trench coat thing down perfectly. And even though the door had been open for all of five seconds, Ben could already tell that he had a really, really unsettling gaze. "Are you Ben Braeden?"

"Ye- who are you?" Halfway through his answer, he realized that admitting his name to a potential mass murderer probably wasn't a good idea.

"My name is Castiel. I have come to speak with Dean Winchester. Is he still residing here?"

"Yeah," Ben replied, backing away from the door. "If you, um, wait here, I'll go get him."

He walked down the hall and stuck his head around the corner. "Dean? It's for you."

"Who is it?" Dean didn't look too happy as he rolled off of the couch and onto his feet. Ben had gotten the idea that he didn't have too many close friends when he'd first arrived and had mentioned something about how people around him always died, but it was probably safe now, and this was just further serving to support his opinion.

"Some guy. I think he said his name was Castle? Castiel?"

"Oh, fuck," muttered Dean. "Was he wearing a trench coat?"

"Yeah. Who is he?"

"He's, uh, my uncle. Good old Uncle Cas."

"Really?" Ben wandered behind Dean as he all but bolted down the hall. "He looked too young to be your uncle."

"He's older than me by a few millennia. Or something." Dean halted suddenly in the hall. "Cas."

"Dean." Castiel nodded at him. "We have to talk."

"Screw that," Dean snarled. "I thought we had a deal, Castiel."

"I'm sorry," the apparent uncle replied, looking pained. "I didn't want to contact you, but things have gotten worse."

"Ben? Go... go to your room. Or the kitchen. Something. Go away."

"Yes, sir," Ben replied, not noticing Dean's flinch at the cynical title of salute. He turned and trotted up the stairs, and entered his bedroom, which just so happened to be situated exactly above the front door. And, as it happened, his window was open a few inches, letting in a warm summer breeze, and one of the most batshit conversations that Ben had ever heard:

"Heaven and Hell are in disarray. We need you. You can help, Dean."

"No."

"The Righteous Man is possibly the only one who can bring balance to-"

"The Force? Sorry, Cas. No deal. Apple pie time, right?"

"If we need desserts to bring you to our side, they'll be provided-"

"No." The door slammed from somewhere downstairs, coupled with the sounds of Dean's not-so-muffled swearing, and then, "Ben? Feel like kicking a few demonic asses?"

"Sure." Although whether he was a serial killer was up for grabs, Dean's Uncle Cas definitely wasn't in his right mind, Ben decided, and then he promptly repressed the conversation for the time being, and went back to playing "Holy Exorcist IV" (a gift from Dean to him, to only be played while his mother was out) with his father-figure.

[klutzy-girl.livejournal.com]

After he's revealed to be God, Chuck sticks around. He decides that Sam/Gabriel and Dean/Castiel need to be together and tries to fix them up!

He enlists Bobby and Crowley's help.

[arialyre.livejournal.com]

YES.

[lassiterfics.livejournal.com]

For his birthday, Castiel takes Sam time-traveling.

[bellatemple]

MAN, SEE, YOU STOLE MY IDEA. I WAS GONNA DO ONE OF THESE WHEN I ACTUALLY HAD TIME.

But, hey, now I don't have to do any work on it.

CRACK PROMPT THE FIRST (OF LIKELY MANY): Red Bull actually gives people wings.

[ratherastory.livejournal.com]

Spread the word, reap the benefits without having to do any of the work! You know you want to. ;)

Playthings

[dante-s-hell.livejournal.com]

Sam and Dean are miniaturized by a witch so that her little girl can play with them in her dollhouse. Gen or slash. It's all good. Bonus if the boys figure out how to super-size themselves back to normal and break the entire house.

[albatrossities.livejournal.com]

Sam was expecting the children of Loki to be...well, a little more monstrous than they really are. There's just nothing threatening or scary about three whiny teenagers.

[tealeyes.livejournal.com]

OMG yes i wannit!

[albatrossities.livejournal.com]

Crowley and Bobby are living in domestic wedded bliss after that whole Apocalypse fiasco.
Bonus points for needlepoint throw pillows.

[scarletsherlock.livejournal.com]

Someone, I don't care how you do it, whether it's them crashlanding on Isla Nublar via Castiel making a wrong turn or something or time travel, or what, just somebody PLEASE write some damn dinosaurs. I will love you forever.

FILLED: "Dinosaurs and humans don't mix"

[mesmorizee.livejournal.com]

This had Gabriel written all over it. So far they hadn't seen the archangel anywhere but Sam was convinced that he was out there somewhere, laughing his ass off. Unfortunately they didn't really have much time to actually try and find the bastard because running from the monstrosity chasing them had a much higher priority.

“Do you think we've lost it?” Dean asked as they, panting after running so fast and for so long, threw themselves down behind a tree to catch their breath.

Sam peeked around the tree trunk but couldn't see the T-Rex that had been chasing them. Seriously, a T-Rex. As if it wasn't enough with all the regular monsters and demons and ghosts. Now they had to be chased by a T-Rex too?

“I can't see it.” Sam said and pulled his head back looking at Dean whose face was covered in mud after falling in a puddle. Sam was very happy he hadn't ended up taking a fall into a pubble too. They had both been too busy staring at the dinosaurs roaming the field they'd woken up in, to keep track of where they where putting their feet and Dean had been the one stumbling on a rock.

“How the hell are we going to kill this thing?” Dean asked.

“I'm not sure we can kill it” Sam answered. They didn't have any of their weapons and even if they had he wasn't sure they would have been effective against this.

“When we find Gabriel again I am going to...” Dean started but stopped when they heard a loud crashing noise behind them.

Sam once again peeked around the tree and spotted the large dinosaur slowly making it's way through the trees.

“Let's run!” Sam said and they both got up on their feet again and started running.

Sam was going to kill Gabriel once they found him again. What kind of lesson would this teach them anyway. He thought as he was running. To play their roles as a dino snack?

And he was wondering what had happened to Castiel.

*

“You've cloned dinosaurs?” Castiel asked incredulous. The bearded guy nodded.

“But that can't be possible.” Castiel continued.

“I assure you it is quite possible. As you have seen.”

“I suppose you can't control them?” Castiel asked. The man shook his head.

“Not really no.” Was the answer Castiel got. He should have known that. They both had been chased up into the tree they were currently sitting in by a dinosaur covered in feathers and with big, very big, claws. And the guy claiming to have created these things hadn't been able to stop it.

Castiel was kind of tempted to say something along the lines of “this is what happens when you play God” but seeing as God in the real world had a whole apocalypse going on and so far hadn't done a thing to control it, maybe this actually was what happend when you were God too.

It was very inconvenient to be stuck in this tree though, especially since he didn't seem to have any use of his powers and he really needed to find the Winchesters. They had an unfortunate ability to get into trouble and he would have to try and get them out of it.

*

Having awesome world altering powers was, well, awesome. Gabriel was sitting on his large couch, only wearing his underwear and a tank top, because there really was no need to get dressed. He had a box of popcorn in his lap and a mountain of chocolate next to him and his large wide screen TV was currently showing Sam and Dean Winchester trying to escape a large T-Rex. Their tactic wasn't the greatest Gabriel had seen but it was entertaining and that was the whole purpose of this particular little trick.

He doubted the Winchesters found it as entertaining. But Gabriel didn't really care about their opinions regarding this. They had had it coming. Or well, Dean mostly. Calling Gabriel a coward for not sticking up to his family. Gabriel snorted. Nobody called him a coward and got away with it.

He took a handful of popcorn and continued to look at the TV screen, where an Apatosaurus had found Castiel's tree and was trying to nuzzle the angel.

He'd take them out of there. Eventually. Maybe. There were after all hundreds of other movies he could put them in...

[hugglewolf.livejournal.com]

Dean and Sam start seeing pink glittery trails whenever Castiel is around. He totally denies knowing anything about it, but Gabriel's pranked him. His wings leave little shimmery trails wherever he goes. Sam's sympathetic. Dean pulls something laughing.

[hugglewolf.livejournal.com]

Castiel gets turned into a puppy with wings. Guess who has to take care of him?

[princess-aleera.livejournal.com]

Awwww, Cas would make the cutest puppy EVER! I hope someone makes art about this.

[hugglewolf.livejournal.com]

Dean, Sam, Gabriel and Cas go out for dinner. Gabriel orders something he's found out turns angels (not archangels) into the equivalent of horny, affectionate drunks.

[hugglewolf.livejournal.com]

Gabe and Cas have a fight. Gabe does to Cas what he did to Sam in changing channels - turns him into the Impala. Cas refuses to let Dean play Metallica or eat in the car.

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

duck!Gabriel/goose!Lucifer, the gestational period of a Mallard Duck is 28 days.

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Due to a few Cupids making mistakes, Sam's now the perfect mate for at least twenty people and three angels, and highly attractive to these people.

Cue shenanigans.

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Gabriel is a BNF of the Supernatural books fandom, and he's the reason for the first kinkmeme of said fandom.

Sam, ah, runs into this kinkmeme at one point.

[princess-aleera.livejournal.com]

Holy shit how this is secondedXD

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Becky, the Sam/Dean girl, is visited by Gabriel, who's there to tell her that Sam's taken now. (By him. Literally and figuratively, depending on when you're asking.)

The Winchester Gospels

[khakigrrl.livejournal.com]

At the end of 4.04, Castiel doesn't get to Dean before Zachariah sends him even further into the future where the Winchester gospels are now part of the main religion. Bonus points if someone quotes "scripture" of Dean's own words back to him.

[khakigrrl.livejournal.com]

A hunt in the woods goes wrong and Sam and Dean anger the wrong fae. They are transported to an AU where instead of being hunters of monsters, they are guardians of every cute, fluffy supernatural creature.

[bladeachilles.livejournal.com]

Gabriel opens up a therapy/counseling business. Unfortunately for Sam, Dean, Cas and whoever else you wanna throw in, attendance is mandatory.

FILLED: "Issues" 1/?, Winchesters, Castiel, Crowley, Zachariah, PG-13

[mesmorizee.livejournal.com]

I should probably find a beta reader. Or stop writing. I'm not sure if this is exactly what you wanted. But it should be cracky though. ;p

**
”So... What do you want to talk about first your anger issues or you and your brother's erotic codependency?”

Sam felt a bit confused. When he had gone to bed the night before he had done so in a run down motel room. When he woke up he was no longer in said motel room. He was lying on what he thought was a particularly uncomfortable futon and when he opened his eyes the first thing he noticed was a grey ceiling with a poster taped up. On the poster was an obviously photoshopped kitten hanging from a rope and the text “HANG IN THERE!” in big, red cheerful letters. Sam just stared at it for a moment and then turned his head in the direction he had heard a voice just moments before.

In a large arm chair next to Sam sat Gabriel. The archangel turned trickster turned angel again was wearing an ugly brown tweed suit, a pair of glasses and a really terrible fake mustache. He was holding a clipboard and scribbling something on it while giving Sam a scrutinizing look.

“What the hell is going on? Where am I?” Sam asked, because really those where the only two questions one could ask in a situation like this. Unless he wanted to know about the terrible outfit. But Sam didn't.

“This is my new business!” Gabriel said cheerfully and waved the hand holding the pen around to encompass the whole room. It was a small room, with grey walls covered in paintings, most of the paintings seemed to have been painted by Dali. Sam could also see a large bookshelf crammed with books and a large desk with a computer on it behind Gabriel.

“Your new business?” Sam said slowly trying to understand what was going on but considering that this was Gabriel he doubted he would really get what the hell was going on.

“Yes! Seeing as you guys blew my cover I figured I needed to find something else to do. So I decided to go into therapy.” He paused and got a thoughtful look on his face before he continued. “Not for me though. I'm as sane as they come.”

Sam really wanted to protest that because of all the things the guy could be called 'sane' was not one of the words Sam would use. He didn't have time to say anything though because Gabriel just carried on.

“No, you see, I figured everyone has issues and they might want to deal with them before the end of the world. And I'm sure I'm going to be an excellent shrink.” Gabriel nodded with a smile. “You're of course my first patient so I can't be sure. But I have a feeling I'm going to rock this profession too.”

“Gabriel...” Sam started talking very slowly in hopes that Gabriel would actually understand and listen to him if he didn't rush this. Also he wanted to be sure he didn't say something the archangel could misinterpret. “I don't need therapy. Get me back to my brother!”

Gabriel gave Sam a seriously doubtful look.

“Of course you need therapy! You of all people definitely need therapy. We definitely need to deal with your anger and the whole codependency thing.”

Sam wished he had a stake. He knew he wouldn't be able to kill the guy. But it would feel really really good to stake the guy and at least pretend he had killed him.

“We also need to talk about the fact that you apparently want to kill me. That's just not okay.”

“Are you reading my mind?” Sam asked. “Stop that!”

“Of course I am. How else am I going to help you? It's not like you're actually going to talk about your issues out loud now is it?”

“Psychologists doesn't really read their patients' minds” Sam pointed out.

“They don't?” Gabriel asked and actually sounded surprised. Sam sighed.

“Get me out of here!”

“Now about the fact that you and your brother are erotically codependent...”

“We are not!” Sam protested. Well, they might be a bit codependent. But erotically? No way. Gabriel was giving Sam a look that clearly said “Yeah, suuuure... And the sky isn't blue.” Sam wondered when he'd gotten so good at reading Gabriel's facial expressions.

“Okay, touchy subject. Let's start with the anger then.”

[retrophysics.livejournal.com]

The apocalypse is over but there's still plenty of problems to be resolved, specifically the angels and their daddy issues. Chuck and the angels go into group therapy.

[scarletsherlock.livejournal.com]

Sam, Dean, Bobby, Cas, etc., whoever, are forced to play "Truth or Dare" with Gabriel, who is VERY creative.

[scarletsherlock.livejournal.com]

NEEDS MOAR CHICKS

Pamela & Ellen trade stories about Bobby.

[hopenight.livejournal.com]

Gabriel and Sam have decided to spice up their sex life with roleplay. And Gabriel seems to take joy into transforming into celebrities in order to pick up Sam. Needless to say the tabloids are having field days and celebs want revenge.

[hopenight.livejournal.com]

Gabriel wants a Pepsi Max but everyone around him is drinking Coke Zero (except for Dean because no calories are for wusses).

[krystalicekitsu.livejournal.com]

Gabriel announces his coming back to life by magically chaining Dean and Castiel's hands together. Like, holding-hands. Because he finds it appalling that they made it through the apocalypse without ever using the 'so, it's the end of the world' line.

Dean and Cas don't realize it until Gabe reveals himself at the end.

Bonus points for using it as a way to get Sam all to himself.