#abc fics

[kymera219]

Fic ABCs

Rules: How many letters of the alphabet have you used for a fic title? One fic per line, 'A' and

'The' do not count for 'a' and 't. Post your score out of 26 at the end, along with your total fic count.

A- Another Life

B-Blood and Bone (You're Everything I Own)

C-Cause Love's a Monster, Not a Feeling

D-Dressed Like That

E-Eyes on Fire

F-Fright Night: Howling Edition

G-Granddaddy Devil

H-Hale of an Assist

I-I'll Always Choose You

J-Just a Shirt

K-

L- Lakeside Terror

M-My Furry Little Friend

N-New Year's Resolution Solution

O-Old Habits Die Hard (But Assholes Die Harder)

P-Prince of the Blood Moon

Q-

R-Rink, Rattle, and Troll

S-Spooks, Kooks, and Werewolves Oh My

T-There's Safety in Your Shores

U-Unmerry Christmas, Wednesday

V-Vengeance is Mine Sayeth the Spark

W-When is A Monster Not A Monster(Oh, When You Love It)

X-

Y-You'll See my Face in Every Place( But You Can't Catch me Now)

Z-

22/26 Letters used

No pressure tags for @jadezdominion @takaraphoenix and anyone else that wants to do this

[ladylilithprime]

Kill Me, Sam and Dean.

WHEN I SAID that you two dancing around each other was driving me crazy and you should just talk to each other and start dancing together," Dean said as he rubbed the bridge if his nose, "this wasn't what I meant."

"You should know better than to be hyperbolic around Cas by now," Sam told him without sympathy as he swept by, Castiel in his arms. "You said dancing, so we're dancing. No, Cas, don't look at your feet, look at me. Feel the connection between your Grace and Vessel and let the rhythm of the music tell you when to move as my movements tell you how to move with me."

"This activity is strangely complex in its rules for how intuitive it seems to be," Castiel said, his brows drawing together in concentration even as he obeyed Sam's directive to look up instead of at his feet.

"It definitely can be, but that's why we're practicing," Sam agreed.

"You're killing me here," Dean interrupted, lowering his hand and frowning. "Practicing for what?"

"Dancing at our wedding," Castiel answered, dropping the bombshell just as Sam spun him under one arm. "We intended to tell you over dinner that we're getting married this weekend."

"Yeah, think you could dust off the Fed suit and officiate for us?" Sam asked, glancing at Dean before giving Castiel a frankly besotted look. "That way we don't have to decide which of us gets you for our Best Man."

"Son of a bitch!"

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