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amberdreams) wrote2014-08-17 03:42 pm
amberdreams) wrote2014-08-17 03:42 pm
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Seek and Ye Shall Find - a tiny ficlet.
I've finally made a start on filling the prompts given to me in the 15 Characters meme (here)!
Seek and ye shall find.
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Word count: 326
Warnings: Schmoopiness and brevity
Summary: For
auntmo9’s prompt in the 15 character challenge in which her choice of numbers 4, 11 and 9 gave me this - Crowley and Demon!Dean are on the run from Missouri. What did they do, and what will Missouri do if she catches up with them?
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Missouri was no witch, but her grandmother had known a thing or two, passed down to her from a long line of resourceful women, knowledge kept alive in spite of poverty and slavery. Sadly, being clever and a psychic didn’t make her omniscient. Which was mostly a blessing, but at times a cursed nuisance – like now, when a bit of forewarning would have been really useful as to WHY she’d felt compelled to revise her gram’s spell-work that morning, and carry this particular powder in her cardigan pocket.
Missouri rolled her eyes. Age regression spells were tricksy, but she hadn’t known what else to do when confronted with the King of Hell and the Blade standing on her doorstep. Particularly as neither of them had looked too friendly. She’d cursed the vaguaries of her gift, even as she muttered the words that bewitched her very unwelcome visitors.
Now she was cursing (very quietly, under her breath so the children didn’t hear) for another reason entirely. Dean had always been an inordinately adorable child. Missouri had only been winding the man up when she’d accused him of being funny-looking, and nothing had changed there. Mini be-spelled Dean was still ridiculously appealing, with his rosy freckled cheeks and that smile. Lord, that killer smile. She hadn’t been expecting to find Crowley equally as cute – all dark liquid eyes, scruffy dark hair and a wary look to him, like he was expecting harsh words at every turn. In the face of that look, Missouri hadn’t had the heart to threaten them with the wooden spoon when they misbehaved.
She heard muffled giggles and suppressed a snort. Kids always felt they had found the best hiding place in the world, even though Dean’s little ass was sticking right out from under the coffee table where his head was buried, and Crowley’s feet were clearly visible under the edge of Missouri’s best tablecloth.
“One hundred!” Missouri said. “Coming, ready or not.”
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Hope you like itauntmo9!
Got to say, I was chuffed one of the prompts gave me Missouri!
Seek and ye shall find.
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Word count: 326
Warnings: Schmoopiness and brevity
Summary: For
auntmo9’s prompt in the 15 character challenge in which her choice of numbers 4, 11 and 9 gave me this - Crowley and Demon!Dean are on the run from Missouri. What did they do, and what will Missouri do if she catches up with them?***********
Missouri was no witch, but her grandmother had known a thing or two, passed down to her from a long line of resourceful women, knowledge kept alive in spite of poverty and slavery. Sadly, being clever and a psychic didn’t make her omniscient. Which was mostly a blessing, but at times a cursed nuisance – like now, when a bit of forewarning would have been really useful as to WHY she’d felt compelled to revise her gram’s spell-work that morning, and carry this particular powder in her cardigan pocket.
Missouri rolled her eyes. Age regression spells were tricksy, but she hadn’t known what else to do when confronted with the King of Hell and the Blade standing on her doorstep. Particularly as neither of them had looked too friendly. She’d cursed the vaguaries of her gift, even as she muttered the words that bewitched her very unwelcome visitors.
Now she was cursing (very quietly, under her breath so the children didn’t hear) for another reason entirely. Dean had always been an inordinately adorable child. Missouri had only been winding the man up when she’d accused him of being funny-looking, and nothing had changed there. Mini be-spelled Dean was still ridiculously appealing, with his rosy freckled cheeks and that smile. Lord, that killer smile. She hadn’t been expecting to find Crowley equally as cute – all dark liquid eyes, scruffy dark hair and a wary look to him, like he was expecting harsh words at every turn. In the face of that look, Missouri hadn’t had the heart to threaten them with the wooden spoon when they misbehaved.
She heard muffled giggles and suppressed a snort. Kids always felt they had found the best hiding place in the world, even though Dean’s little ass was sticking right out from under the coffee table where his head was buried, and Crowley’s feet were clearly visible under the edge of Missouri’s best tablecloth.
“One hundred!” Missouri said. “Coming, ready or not.”
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Hope you like it
auntmo9!Got to say, I was chuffed one of the prompts gave me Missouri!
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The idea of mini demon!Dean and Crowley playing hide and seek is adorable. But wow, what a handful!
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