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mrstotten ([personal profile] mrstotten) wrote2009-04-15 01:06 pm

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I'm starting to panic, about the amount of people on my flist who are saying Hey Up, I've now got a DW account, I'm totally not leaving LJ, but will be over there too!!!

This is a warning to you all, if I wake up one morning and find my flist page empty, because you have all done a mass exodus. I will cry!!!

Then I will totally track you down, and don't think I can't [livejournal.com profile] autumn_lilacs taught me totally mad tracking people skills, and she only said I couldn’t use them to stalk Jensen/Jared/Misha/JDM, nothing about you guys!!!!!!!!

On a more sensible note, if any of you guys are jumping ship, elt me know your user name over there, so I can keep track of you.


Hugs

Mags

P0rn fic part 2

[identity profile] mrstotten.livejournal.com 2009-04-15 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
“We now know, Demons can possess Angels, your pal Uriel was proof of that remember?” Dean started flinging facts at Castiel, as Jim set up his torture device. “Which means you could be possessed, which means I would have to kill you, which would piss me off, cos then I wouldn’t get laid. So, Yes Cas you do need a tattoo, ok?”

Castiel sighed and gave up arguing, he lay back and winced as the needle started burning into his skin.

The things he did for Dean Winchester.

Forty minutes later, he opened his eyes, as Jim finally stopped.

“Ok Buddy, that’s you done” Jim said cheerfully. Castiel looked over at the man as he started going through some simple after care instructions.

“Don’t you want to see how it looks” Jim asked as Castiel started re-buttoning his shirt.

“No I’m fine,” Castiel stated. “I’m assuming it looks like Dean’s”

“Well, more or less” Jim said “well except the one noticeable difference.”

Castiel felt the panic rise up in him, as his horrified gaze met Dean’s amused one.

He started unbuttoning his shirt as Jim’s voice washed over him.

“Difference?” he questioned, wondering if his voice was coming out as squeaky as it sounded to his own ears.

“The name underneath, of course. What’s wrong?” Jim asked as he finally took in Castiel’s expression.

“I got the name right didn’t I? D. E.A.N.”