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Хихи... попала на небольшой пикспамчик по суперам с фразами из Футурамы и Светляка... забавный, жаль небольшой...

и пара драббликов

Title: Imaginary Benches
Author: Sparseparsley
Rating: G
Genre & Pairing: Dialogue only. Again. Angst. Castiel, Lucifer, Cas/Dean implications
Spoilers: Through 5.03 and minor speculation beyond.
Warnings: None.
Wordcount: 550
Feedback: Please.
Summary: The Father of Lies only wants to talk.

Author: Sparseparsley
Fick, I fucked! Wait, no...fuck, I ficced!
First fic ever, oh God, I don’t know what I’m doing how did this get here.
Title: (Hey Baby,) What's Your Number?
Rating: PG,
Genre & Pairing: Dialogue only. Humor. Dean/Cas.
Spoilers: Through 5.02
Warnings: Dean's a cusser.
Wordcount: 340
Feedback: Be gentle?
Summary: A conversation about phones, in the presence of phones, but not actually on any phones.

Authors Note: Okay! So I started a Dean/Cas shaving!kink porn fic for the 5.04 spoiler caps and then promptly chickened out and declared it overwrought and underwritten. But I felt like a big sad wussy doing that so I thought I’d start with something more drabble-like. I’m not even a big fan of dialogue-only fics but this is what came out, and I shall declare myself okay with it and accept it as a good way to get my feet wet. Oh God.