Sabriel and ice-cream sandwiches. by iPHUHQ, literature
Literature
Sabriel and ice-cream sandwiches.
Sam's expressed his dislike of Gabriel using his angel mojo to get his way numerous times, and yesterday was the day Gabriel sighed, with a long and over dramatic "Fiiine, Sambo, I'll stop 'Cheating' to win."
Though, today, Gabriel was seriously regretting that.
"Sam, give it to me."
"Nope." Sam's mouth pops on the 'p' for emphasis, dimple-adorned grin spreading across his face. Gabriel groans under his breath as he watches Sam raise the Neopolitan ice-cream sandwich far above both of their heads.
Gabriel knows Sam is egging him on, trying to get him to use his powers now that he'd promised against it. If his preferred vessel wasn't so da
Dean's got tall glasses of bubbling liquid in each hand as he pads from the linoleum of the motel kitchenette, onto to the shaggy carpeting that surrounds the California-King-Sized bed.
Castiel's had more than his fair share of crap "Winchester Approved" liquor before, but he doesn't recall any that tickled his nose when he tried to drink. Dean snorts a laugh into his glass when Castiel makes the face of a spooked child for about .5 of a second, startled by the bubbles.
Castiel flushes a light pink and knits his brows, staring down at the rim of the glass and watching as a plethora of tiny bubbles jump their way up at him, trying to ignore
Dean grabs the lapels of his jacket and shakes them, knocking the snow off before entering the motelroom.
He'd just ditched Sam, 'cause his baby brother insisted on freezing his ass off at the local campgrounds. He'd planned on Gabriel meeting them there anyways, and he and Dean sometimes just.. well, they weren't the best of friends…
So instead, Dean was now toeing off his heavy, waterlogged boots and changing his socks to dry ones in front of the small fireplace at the foot of the bed.
A flutter of wings and a gravely voice gain his attention, and he looks back over his shoulder with a warm smile. Castiel attempts to reflect it back but
Sabriel, with snow and tickles. by iPHUHQ, literature
Literature
Sabriel, with snow and tickles.
Sam drums his fingers on his thigh, puffing the steam from his hot breath out and into the brisk morning air. He leans against a mossy upright log that was once a trail marker. Hunts have been slow; achingly so for a good month now, and so the boys have settled themselves into a campsite in Northern California in the depths of winter.
Well, Sam has.
Dean, on the other hand, wished his little brother "Good luck with that frostbite, Sammy!" and quickly motored away to a nearby motel, complete with fireplace and an angel with a trenchcoat and surprisingly warmth-filled wings.
After Dean had tickled and kissed and nibbled him into a red-faced,
Sabriel and ice-cream sandwiches. by iPHUHQ, literature
Literature
Sabriel and ice-cream sandwiches.
Sam's expressed his dislike of Gabriel using his angel mojo to get his way numerous times, and yesterday was the day Gabriel sighed, with a long and over dramatic "Fiiine, Sambo, I'll stop 'Cheating' to win."
Though, today, Gabriel was seriously regretting that.
"Sam, give it to me."
"Nope." Sam's mouth pops on the 'p' for emphasis, dimple-adorned grin spreading across his face. Gabriel groans under his breath as he watches Sam raise the Neopolitan ice-cream sandwich far above both of their heads.
Gabriel knows Sam is egging him on, trying to get him to use his powers now that he'd promised against it. If his preferred vessel wasn't so da
Dean's got tall glasses of bubbling liquid in each hand as he pads from the linoleum of the motel kitchenette, onto to the shaggy carpeting that surrounds the California-King-Sized bed.
Castiel's had more than his fair share of crap "Winchester Approved" liquor before, but he doesn't recall any that tickled his nose when he tried to drink. Dean snorts a laugh into his glass when Castiel makes the face of a spooked child for about .5 of a second, startled by the bubbles.
Castiel flushes a light pink and knits his brows, staring down at the rim of the glass and watching as a plethora of tiny bubbles jump their way up at him, trying to ignore
Dean grabs the lapels of his jacket and shakes them, knocking the snow off before entering the motelroom.
He'd just ditched Sam, 'cause his baby brother insisted on freezing his ass off at the local campgrounds. He'd planned on Gabriel meeting them there anyways, and he and Dean sometimes just.. well, they weren't the best of friends…
So instead, Dean was now toeing off his heavy, waterlogged boots and changing his socks to dry ones in front of the small fireplace at the foot of the bed.
A flutter of wings and a gravely voice gain his attention, and he looks back over his shoulder with a warm smile. Castiel attempts to reflect it back but
Sabriel, with snow and tickles. by iPHUHQ, literature
Literature
Sabriel, with snow and tickles.
Sam drums his fingers on his thigh, puffing the steam from his hot breath out and into the brisk morning air. He leans against a mossy upright log that was once a trail marker. Hunts have been slow; achingly so for a good month now, and so the boys have settled themselves into a campsite in Northern California in the depths of winter.
Well, Sam has.
Dean, on the other hand, wished his little brother "Good luck with that frostbite, Sammy!" and quickly motored away to a nearby motel, complete with fireplace and an angel with a trenchcoat and surprisingly warmth-filled wings.
After Dean had tickled and kissed and nibbled him into a red-faced,
for personal reasons i do not wish to go in to.
But i will not be deleting this D.A. account.
...however i'm not sure if i'll ever write anymore or draw, it all just depends on how i feel later on.
But I told myself that I'd write another journal cause I probably should
Cause the runner of that blog I mentioned in the previous journal is now one of my best friends so yeah
(thebest-medicine.tumblr.com/)
And they're awesome and we write for eachother a lot and almost all the drawings i have uploaded i made for her specifically cause i like her like that
and a lot of the fics are presents for her too.
She writes Destiel tickling fics and occasionally a Stony(steve/tony) fic and you can submit your tickly fics to her also
so yeah
anyways.
woop woop journal complete
FOUND MY STORIES AND THEY POSTED THEM IN A FIC REC AND I CAN'T STOP SMILING AND BLUSHING
I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME PEOPLE NEVER LIKE THESE TICKLE!KINK STORIES OF MINE BUT NOW SOMEONE DOES AND IS RECING THEM TO OTHERS AND
DLSGAKJASGAJKDJKSADD
It's this blog:
http://thebest-medicine.tumblr.com/
Happy Birthday, dear!!! Wish you luck love and everything you want for yourself. I wish for you to have happy days more than sad ones; keep fighting, keep laughing and creating because if you don't who will then? Be happy and most importantly be healthy^^ HAPPY BIRTHDAY^^