SPN comment fic
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kalakiryafor the prompt:
“You know, there's a certain irony to this.”
“See Sammy? That's why you don't get the girls.”
“Dean, why would Sam's speech imply an inability to be attractive to women?”
“-And now you've got the angel talkin' like you too.”
“Dean, can we please concentrate on the matter at hand?”
“'Dean, can we pwease concentwate on the-' fuck! Ow, Castiel, get it the fuck off me!”
“I am sorry Dean, but he appears to be most attached to your hand.”
“Well get him the hell unattached to my hand! Little bastard's got- oh you little fucker!”
“Dean! No throwing the archangel-kitten!”
“Little fucker bit me!”
“Gabriel, that was not a very compassionate act.”
“-probably have to get a rabies shot, god only knows where the little bastard's been-”
“Sam, could you please go to the other side of this wardrobe? I believe he has taken refuge behind it.”
“Cas, are you sure this is a good idea? Maybe if we just let him calm down...”
“-not sure why we're even helping him, idiot couldn't get out of the way of a curse he deserves to deal with the consequences-”
“Dean, could you please stop muttering to yourself, it's really fucking annoying.”
“-now it's all 'oh, look at the cute little kitten' and – Sam, what the fuck did you do with the antiseptic?”
“It's in with the gauze, just dig around. Cas, I'm not really sure he wants to be moved... Yeah. Dean, your angel needs antiseptic.”
“Cas?”
“... Sam appears to be correct in his assertion that Gabriel would prefer to remain where he is.”
“Maybe if we moved the wardrobe... hey Dean, lend a hand.”
“What?! No, little bastard can get out on his own-”
“Dean!”
“What, he got in there on his own, didn't he? Sam, what are you... Dude, you think you're the fucking kitten-whisperer or something? Get out of there before he gets you. … Dude, really? … Dude, get your freakin' ass out of the air. … Dude, you look like a girl.”
“See? All you had to do was ask nicely.”
“Sam, dude, don't cuddle the.... fine, you know what, have a freakin' cuddle-fest, Cas and I are getting' out of here.”
“Dean?”
“Come on, Cas, let's leave Princess Samantha and her archangel-kitten to sing duets and shit.”
“... I do not believe that cats are capable of singing, as humans define it.”
“Yeah, got that right- Sam, is your freakin' archangel-cuddle-kitten sticking his tongue out at me?”
“I don't think he's really thinking as Gabriel, Dean.”
“That would seem likely, as he also appears to be unable to access his powers.”
“Yeah, or I'd be kitten-chow right about now. Come on, Cas.”
“Dude, what am I supposed to do with a kitten? And when's he gonna turn back into Gabriel?”
“The spell is probably tied to the lifespan of the casting witch-”
“So if we kill her, he turns back into Gabriel?”
“Yes.”
“Huh. Dunno, I kinda like him like this. Quieter and not as fuckin' annoy- ow, Sam!”
“... Hey, not my fault he can still understand you.”
“Well fuck. … Fine, you little bastard, we'll go kill the witch for you, ok? Sam, you watch the little fucker- dude, not in the impala, he'll scratch the seats! But don't let go, he might run away and then we'd really be fucked.”
“... you want me to sit here, holding a kitten that's the current incarnation of a trickster-archangel, until you kill the witch?”
“Until me and Cas kill the witch.”
“Until you and Cas kill the witch. Dude, at least turn the TV on.”
“Fine. Don't say I never did anything for ya.”
“... bastard.”
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A/N
I haven't watched supernatural recently (have temporarily returned to childhood loves of Star Trek and Man from Uncle), so not entirely happy with the voices. But, well, thought I'd post anyway, because this prompt made me laugh :D
originally posted here
“You know, there's a certain irony to this.”
“See Sammy? That's why you don't get the girls.”
“Dean, why would Sam's speech imply an inability to be attractive to women?”
“-And now you've got the angel talkin' like you too.”
“Dean, can we please concentrate on the matter at hand?”
“'Dean, can we pwease concentwate on the-' fuck! Ow, Castiel, get it the fuck off me!”
“I am sorry Dean, but he appears to be most attached to your hand.”
“Well get him the hell unattached to my hand! Little bastard's got- oh you little fucker!”
“Dean! No throwing the archangel-kitten!”
“Little fucker bit me!”
“Gabriel, that was not a very compassionate act.”
“-probably have to get a rabies shot, god only knows where the little bastard's been-”
“Sam, could you please go to the other side of this wardrobe? I believe he has taken refuge behind it.”
“Cas, are you sure this is a good idea? Maybe if we just let him calm down...”
“-not sure why we're even helping him, idiot couldn't get out of the way of a curse he deserves to deal with the consequences-”
“Dean, could you please stop muttering to yourself, it's really fucking annoying.”
“-now it's all 'oh, look at the cute little kitten' and – Sam, what the fuck did you do with the antiseptic?”
“It's in with the gauze, just dig around. Cas, I'm not really sure he wants to be moved... Yeah. Dean, your angel needs antiseptic.”
“Cas?”
“... Sam appears to be correct in his assertion that Gabriel would prefer to remain where he is.”
“Maybe if we moved the wardrobe... hey Dean, lend a hand.”
“What?! No, little bastard can get out on his own-”
“Dean!”
“What, he got in there on his own, didn't he? Sam, what are you... Dude, you think you're the fucking kitten-whisperer or something? Get out of there before he gets you. … Dude, really? … Dude, get your freakin' ass out of the air. … Dude, you look like a girl.”
“See? All you had to do was ask nicely.”
“Sam, dude, don't cuddle the.... fine, you know what, have a freakin' cuddle-fest, Cas and I are getting' out of here.”
“Dean?”
“Come on, Cas, let's leave Princess Samantha and her archangel-kitten to sing duets and shit.”
“... I do not believe that cats are capable of singing, as humans define it.”
“Yeah, got that right- Sam, is your freakin' archangel-cuddle-kitten sticking his tongue out at me?”
“I don't think he's really thinking as Gabriel, Dean.”
“That would seem likely, as he also appears to be unable to access his powers.”
“Yeah, or I'd be kitten-chow right about now. Come on, Cas.”
“Dude, what am I supposed to do with a kitten? And when's he gonna turn back into Gabriel?”
“The spell is probably tied to the lifespan of the casting witch-”
“So if we kill her, he turns back into Gabriel?”
“Yes.”
“Huh. Dunno, I kinda like him like this. Quieter and not as fuckin' annoy- ow, Sam!”
“... Hey, not my fault he can still understand you.”
“Well fuck. … Fine, you little bastard, we'll go kill the witch for you, ok? Sam, you watch the little fucker- dude, not in the impala, he'll scratch the seats! But don't let go, he might run away and then we'd really be fucked.”
“... you want me to sit here, holding a kitten that's the current incarnation of a trickster-archangel, until you kill the witch?”
“Until me and Cas kill the witch.”
“Until you and Cas kill the witch. Dude, at least turn the TV on.”
“Fine. Don't say I never did anything for ya.”
“... bastard.”
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A/N
I haven't watched supernatural recently (have temporarily returned to childhood loves of Star Trek and Man from Uncle), so not entirely happy with the voices. But, well, thought I'd post anyway, because this prompt made me laugh :D
originally posted here
