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11 August 2007 @ 07:25 pm
Because I think we all need a little laughter in our fandom - J2 crack fic  
Title: Of Pony-Shaped Sponges and Candy Shampoo
Author: Claire (smeckles90)
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17, for Jensen’s sake
Warnings: Sponge bathing, in the bad way. Chad is nice.
Summary: Think you know what happened the night that Jensen slept on Jared’s couch after his birthday…think again!
Disclaimer: The boys belong to each other themselves and this is purely not a work of fiction.
Beta: Okay, so I went a bit insane with the betas on this one but still. Thanks muchly to the awesome unhobbityhobbit for ensuring that it wasn’t too mental for others eyes, and to the brilliant thatauthor_chic and the fantastic amy_star_ for whipping it into shape.
Notes: This is completely the fault of the Scottish Fen Posse, and unhobbityhobbit for being the enabler that she is. No sponges were harmed in the writing of this fic. Please leave your sanity here and pick it back up as you stagger out. Thank you.


Sponges. Dear God, he hated the things. It was a fear he’d not only managed to keep well hidden from the fans and the media, but especially from one Jared Padalecki - the man who had inadvertently been the cause of it.

Growing up, Jensen’s mother had prolonged his blissful ignorance towards them. She was in favor of its bristlier relative and as a little boy in Dallas, he’d learned that the shower brush was your friend. Cheerfully naive, Jensen blasted through his teenage years unaware of the foe that lurked patiently in the darkness. In his eyes, nothing could beat the shower brush.

Until Supernatural. Until Jared had first introduced him to It.

The sponge.

Sitting on the couch of Jared’s hotel room, Jensen glared at its latest incarnation. He really should have been sleeping off the effects of the night before – shot after shot celebrating Jared’s 25th birthday – but he couldn’t. Not when it was watching him.

If sponges could have eyes, this one would be boring holes into his forehead from its place on the glass table before him. Although it lacked the offensive blocky shape of its peers, its smooth-yet-rough texture under Jensen’s fingertips was enough to make his skin crawl.

It was pink, too. Pink like poodles, and candy floss, and the little teddy bear Jared thought no one knew he kept hidden in his closet. Pink was pretty, cute, and harmless in nature. The sponge, however, was not pretty, nor cute, and it most certainly wasn’t harmless!

It was clever.

It had taken the color pink and used it for the purposes of evil. The website Jensen bought it from had claimed it was red. Red like blood; red like its true master Satan. Yet, there it was, pink as a flamingo, as it held a place of pride in Jared’s temporary home – hung by its eye socket from a golden hook on Jared’s wall.

They had to be on set in a few hours. Better to wake Jared and get it over with, than sit torturing himself with the many details of the beast.

With a heavy sigh, Jensen stood and crept sideways to the edge of the couch. He slowly backed up toward Jared’s bedroom door and all the while, he kept his eyes trained on the pink monstrosity. Dean had taught him well.

Relieved to feel the cool metal of the handle come into contact with his hand, Jensen eased it downwards with, to him, surprising calm. The door opened with a comforting click and he withdrew to the safety of the bedroom.

Jensen paused to allow his eyes to adjust to the darkness. There was Jared-debris everywhere. Clothes littered the floor and the odd shoe threatened to trip him up.

In the centre of Jared’s abnormally large bed lay a box. Square and barely a hand high, it could easily be mistaken for an ordinary cardboard box. Jensen shuddered at the memory of the cargo ship in Mexico, but pushed it aside as he made his approach.

He settled down on the bed beside the box and ran a hand gently over the lid. “Time to get up, man.” The whole box vibrated with a groan, but didn’t stir. Jensen tapped it lightly. “C’mon Jay, or I’ll pour your shampoo down the sink.”

Ah, the shampoo card was his favorite one to play. That had been Jared’s birthday present last year. After listening to months of him complaining that it took so long to wash himself that he was starving by the time he was finished, Jensen had scoured the web – avoiding the mountains of gay porn about themselves (albeit begrudgingly) – until he found the perfect product: candy-flavored shampoo. Not only was it cleansing, it was entirely edible too. Jensen was sure he’d never again hear a human being squeal so high and loud in his lifetime!

Of course, that had been before this year’s present that was currently residing in the lounge. Pink and shaped like a pony, Jared had deemed the sponge the best present ever.

Jensen didn’t think so, but then he wasn’t a candy-loving sponge-enthusiast, so what did he know?

A steady rumble emitted from the box. The lid popped open and a sliver of hair appeared over the rim. Slowly, Jared’s flat forehead emerged, followed by one of his fish-like eyes. He blinked blearily at Jensen. Apparently sleeping in a cardboard box was ineffective as a hangover cure.

It was an unfortunate habit the kid had picked up in San Antonio, this sleeping-folded-up-in-a-box thing. Jensen had tried it for a little while, but setting your cardboard box on fire by lighting a cigarette while you’re inside it, kinda puts you off for life. Alright, so it had put a stop to the smoking too, but that wasn’t the point.

The point was that it made Jared ache all over from the strain, so much so that he was unable to wash his own feet (hence why Jensen found himself grasping sponges far more often than he would like)! It did gift him with ‘mad brainwashing skillz’ though, that Jensen had found himself the victim of on numerous occasions. Jensen still struggled with just why sleeping in a box gave Jared this ability, but he’d learned rather quickly that not understanding how it worked didn’t make it any less real. The whole wrestling on a bed scene last season? Totally Jared’s idea. Never tell Jared Padalecki he can’t do something, especially if that ‘something’ happens to be that he wouldn’t be able to pin you down on a bed. Unless you’re gay or female.

Jared’s entire form was visible; distorted, but visible. There was the soft whooshing sound of air being sucked into Jared’s nostrils and with a pop, Jared returned to his natural shape.

He clutched at his head instantly and grumbled something about nasty drink-enabling friends. Jensen chuckled despite his mounting fear. “You want to have your shower first before I…uh, come in?”

Jared mumbled something that vaguely sounded like a no and grasped Jensen’s shoulder as he stumbled down onto the floor; legs apparently not quite steady enough to hold him yet. He stank of alcohol, lots of alcohol.

He pushed his emo bangs away from his face – man was Jensen glad to see the return of those – and looked at him through bloodshot eyes. “You’ll probably have to keep me from throwing up on where you’re gonna lie down.”

Jensen gulped as Jared lumbered towards the bathroom. It wasn’t just the prospect of the task ahead that terrified him. Even the room itself presented a problem.

A sponge addict. That’s what Jared was. According to him, pretty people like themselves felt things differently to normal people and while that sponge might feel soft to the strange PA from Ohio, it was as hard as nails to him! After a month or so of use, he claimed even the custom-made sponges dragged across his skin like rough granite.

Jensen suspected Jared just had a princess-and-the-pea complex, but Jared wouldn’t accept any sponge that wasn’t specially made and Jensen was forced to accept his loopy reasoning. Despite knowing that it was just an excuse for Jared to get as many variations of the average sponge as he possibly could.

Blue sponges, red sponges, pink sponges, green sponges, yellow sponges, purple sponges, pink sponges, black sponges and multi-colored sponges! Oh, and had he mentioned the pink sponges already? Jared had them all, and unfortunately for Jensen, they lined his bathroom walls.

Shapes were a new experiment. Until now they’d stuck to the regular mold, save in the case of the candy-shaped sponge. It had been Sandy’s last testament to her and Jared’s relationship before she left him for a hand-washing Californian. It was a low blow. Sandy’s abandonment of the ‘wondrous’ sponge had left Jared in tears for weeks.

The candy-shaped sponge. Jensen still had nightmares about it; all involving himself, the Impala and a 20 foot bon-bon. Thank goodness for Jared’s incessant hunger that led him to bite off a chunk or Jensen would never have been rid of it!

“Jen? Y’ coming?”

That would have been preferable. Jensen grunted his response and sighed his way back into the other room. His therapist often asked why he put himself through the same trauma day after day. Why not just tell Jared the truth? “Jared’s too good a friend,” he would answer, or, “with all the expensive gifts he buys me, it’s the least I can do.” Never would he admit that he had a crush the size of freaking Texas, and that agreeing to wash said crush’s feet had seemed like a good idea at the time.

When Jared had cornered him in his trailer a few weeks into filming, Jensen’s ears automatically zoned in on the words, “shower…naked…wash.” Or rather, all the blood rushing to his cock made him miss sponges, feet and proportional entirely.

Even if he had been completely listening, who could refuse the chance to help a gorgeous Texan wash?

“Not an idiot like me,” Jensen grumbled to himself as he gingerly plucked the sponge off the wall and delved into his bag for his cap.

The relationship formed had been instantaneous. Jensen saw the sponge, he touched the sponge, he feared the sponge. In the early days, he even dabbled with sponges of the regular variety just in case it was only Jared’s special sponges that unsettled him. He hadn’t set foot in a Wal-mart since. The embarrassment from yelping so loud in a crowded store was too much to overcome on top of his phobia.

He entered the bathroom with his gaze fixed on the floor and felt along the nearest wall for a shelf to deposit the pony-shaped menace on. Little shower cap clutched to his chest, Jensen rested lightly on the toilet seat and awaited Jared’s call.

At the edges of his vision, he could just make out the colored sponges. Jensen felt his stomach sink. You would think that having nothing but a thin layer of glass separating him from a very naked, wet Jared would ease the pain. Jensen wasn’t that lucky.

Too soon, Jared was beckoning him into the shower with a crooked finger. Jensen’s cock took that as an invitation to make a tent out of his trousers. Thoughts of all the things Jared's finger could do in that position only encouraged it in its mission. It was a struggle just to keep his breathing even.

Jared was quiet as Jensen stripped to his boxers and tugged the shower cap over his hair. As he stepped into the shower, Jared’s gaze drew downwards. “Involuntary erections must be such a bitch,” he commented with a pitying look at Jensen.

Jensen nodded wryly. “They are.” Thank God his wit hadn’t been completely destroyed at first sight of the naked Padalecki. Having the presence of mind to come up with that excuse had saved him from what would have been an awkward two years of filming.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna-”

“No,” Jensen cut him off; the possibility of jerking off in front of Jared altogether too tempting and horrific at once. He knew his hard-on would wilt as soon as the sponge came into view anyway.

He lowered himself down onto the shower floor as Jared stepped out to retrieve his sponge of choice. This was so much easier than in their trailers at work. Here, the shower was Jared-sized and they both just about fit in at once. When on-set filming, Jared resorted to sticking one limb in at a time; his fifteen foot form miles too big for the tiny compartment, even with Jensen plastered against the far wall.

Fuck. Jared had chosen the pony-shaped sponge after all. Fucker. The ground shook as Jared hopped back into the shower. And there it was. Jared’s cock. It taunted him as it loomed over him like a penis, only it was most definitely a cock. Its sheer size meant it could only be a cock.

Knowing the guy you fantasize about is truly proportional could only be a plus point UNLESS you’re flat on your back underneath.

Then the sponge descended and it was all too much; all very too much. Jensen bolted from the bathroom with a shrill, “Back in a minute.”

His hands were shaking. It’d been a while since he’d freaked out that badly. The combination of cock and pony had just been too much for him to handle. Jensen cursed himself and reached into his bag for his phone. Time to contact his sole form of support. He hit speed dial 1.

The phone rang a couple of times before a familiar groggy, “’Lo,” reached his ears.

“Chad?” Jensen asked, unable to keep the tremor from his voice.

“Jensen?” There was the sound of someone scrambling about, “Jensen, what is it, my love?”

“The pony-shaped sponge,” he whimpered, “and Jared’s cock. They got to me, man.”

“Oh petal.”

Jensen knew Chad would understand. The reformed douche had lived through the same trauma. He’d been lucky too, and had managed to come out the other end; scathed, more than a little gay, but unbroken.

Poor Chad. He’d been Jared’s foot washer before Jensen and had given it his all. Chad was a kind soul that way. Yet, he’d still been ditched when Jensen came along. Now the only time he got a look in was if Jensen needed a break after an especially traumatizing experience.

Jensen felt a bit guilty having replaced him like that. It was just that Chad didn’t really fit in. Never had. Not even with the beard. Out of their entire group of friends, he was the only one that had anything in common with the guy and that was their sponge phobia. Hardly something to brag about.

“It’ll be okay Jensen, you can do it,” Chad soothed. He’d certainly proven his worth to Jensen at least. His help had been invaluable over the past year. “Just remember what I taught you.”

“It’s just foam, it’s just foam,” he chanted; eyes pressed closed as if in prayer. The trembling was beginning to subside. Maybe he could do it after all. “I think I’m okay now. Thanks Chad.”

“You’re very welcome, Jenny! Now you go show that pony and cock what you’re made of!”

“My name’s not-” Chad had already hung up. Jensen took a shaky breath and turned to face the bathroom once more. It was show time.

The door slammed shut behind him as he re-entered the bathroom. Jared jumped, but Jensen took no notice; eyes focused on the pony at hand. He snatched the sponge from Jared’s grasp and resolutely pulled his cap further down, before he lay on the shower floor again.

Jensen’s hand shot upwards. Jared’s calf flexed against his tight grip. The cock bobbed above him. No going back now. He lifted Jared’s leg upwards and scrubbed his right foot with a determination he’d never felt before.

Stupid idiot. If he didn’t insist on sleeping cramped up in a tiny cardboard box, he wouldn’t be too stiff to wash his own feet! It was nice that they were both so bendy, but, in Jensen’s opinion, there were far better ways to put that particular trait to use!

He gave Jared’s left foot similar treatment and pointedly ignored Jared’s little ows of protest.

“There,” he directed at Jared’s cock, “done.”

Jensen scrambled to his feet to meet Jared’s much-more-awake and confused gaze. “What did my feet do to you this morning?”

The truth lingered in its usual spot at the tip of his tongue. A few words; that would be all it would take. He’d be free, never faced with the horrifying sponges ever again.

He couldn’t do that to Jared, though…could he? Jared was his best friend and without Jensen, Jared would have no way of washing his feet. Even self-sacrificing Chad couldn’t be expected to take daily flights up to Vancouver. Perhaps he’d agree to care for Jared on the weekends, but Jensen could only imagine the stench that would linger in Jared’s box by then.

Jensen wouldn’t be able to see naked Jared so often, if ever again. “Nothing,” he answered with a shrug, purposefully not looking up to avoid the puppy eyes that he knew awaited him. No, he couldn’t do that to Jared. Continuing to suffer in silence was his only option.

Jared’s cock moved closer, along with the rest of his body. From that angle, the sight was nothing but pleasurable. Crap, he was going to get hard again. “Don’t make me use my brainwashing skills on you. What’s wrong?”

Jensen finally met Jared’s gaze. His large, almond-shaped eyes were misted with concern and water trailed down his neck. There were even strawberry-colored flecks left in his hair from the candy-flavored shampoo. He was pretty much begging to be licked.

“I’m terrified!” Jensen sensed he’d just lost the filter on his mouth. “Terrified, okay? Terrified of your damn sponges, and your damn proportional cock! They feel spongy and horrible, and as for your cock,” Jensen pointed fiercely at it, “it laughs at me! It knows my pain, and it laughs at me!” His heart was pounding wildly in his chest. Okay, so the cock didn’t actually laugh at him, but it freaking would if it had vocal cords of its own! He would tell Jared that, if he wasn’t too worried that Jared would find a way to do it.

It took all of two seconds for Jared to roar with laughter. Jensen blinked. That wasn’t exactly the reaction he’d been expecting. Jared was having to hold himself up on the wall! He felt a twinge of annoyance. How could Jared take his fear so lightly? Didn’t he get how awful those sponges were? If Jared didn’t stop his guffawing soon, Jensen might just have to storm out of the bathroom to make his point.

Then their cocks bumped together and everything stopped.

Though really, compared to Jared, could he really say he had a cock? That was the real question here. Did he measure up or did he just have a penis? Would Jared know, or were they going to have to get an independent judge?

Jared’s warm lips pressed against his, and suddenly silenced his thoughts. Wow, that was new…and totally what he’d been hoping for since day one. He gaped at Jared as they broke apart.

“Involuntary erections,” Jared snorted with a knowing look and tenderly pushed a few fallen locks from Jensen’s forehead.

He blushed as Jared didn’t even bother to hide the fact that he was totally checking him out. Nor did Jared grab a towel on his way out of the bathroom. Jensen glanced down. No, that erection was totally voluntary.

He nearly slipped as he scrambled to follow Jared into the bedroom. The pony sponge was the culprit. Okay, so the horrors the sponges put him through were quite possibly about to be worth it. That didn’t mean he couldn’t still hate and fear them. Jensen smirked down at the fragile pony-shaped sponge. He might even have leverage over them now.

“Jared, the pony-shaped sponge had an accident.”

Later, as Jared would weep over its mutilated form, Jensen would tell himself that really, at the time? It was the only logical thing to do.

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jeyhawk: normal: awesomejeyhawk on August 11th, 2007 06:58 pm (UTC)
Insane! You are quite insane. :0P

But it was still a delightful read and sponges? *giggles* Jared in a cardboard box? *laughs* And Jared's cock... it's everywhere today. :0P

Oh Castiel!: *grins*smeckles90 on August 11th, 2007 07:45 pm (UTC)
Why thank you! I fear I might be *g*

HEE! It is indeed. Very glad you enjoyed it :D
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Oh Castiel!: *grins*smeckles90 on August 11th, 2007 07:46 pm (UTC)
WOOT! I aim to please and cheer :D
...fromyourashes on August 11th, 2007 07:17 pm (UTC)
what the fuck could i possibly say to this.

OH PETAL?

i'm dying, and i - oh, i love you so fucking hard. you're a god. A GOD, I SAY.


this will be rec'd and mem'd and loved and hugged and cherished and OMG I HATE SPONGES TOO THEY FEEL YUKKY AND JARED SOOOO DOES TASTE LIKE CANDY AND OF COURSE PEOPLE SHOULD WASH HIS FEET.

but cardboard box. OMG. *fuckin' dies*
Oh Castiel!: *grins*smeckles90 on August 11th, 2007 07:50 pm (UTC)
LMAO! Thank you so very very very much!!! God, you have no idea how happy and chuffed your comment has made me :D *revives you and squishes you at the same time* thanks so much again, so very pleased you decided to stop by!
michelle: Jared - my bitchescertainthings on August 11th, 2007 07:41 pm (UTC)

Chad calling Jensen "petal" just might be the best thing ever.

Oh Castiel!: *grins*smeckles90 on August 11th, 2007 07:51 pm (UTC)
And to think one of my betas asked me to change
petal to something else :P
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Ah yes, quite a bunch of us, isn't it?: ftwunhobbityhobbit on August 11th, 2007 07:59 pm (UTC)
It was an incredibly logical thing to do. The only thing more logical would involve a dead brother and Jensen doesn't have one of them.

Do you think if I slept in a cardboard box I could get a Jensen of my own to wash my feet? 'Cause that would be fun...

But, I think the most pertinent point of this fic is that it reaffirms what we have all known for months now: YOU'RE WEIRD. With capitals and everything. True, man.

Also, I find it amusing that only yesterday I posted the weird porn that you enabled for me. We're like porn buddies or something.
Oh Castiel!: *grins*smeckles90 on August 11th, 2007 08:07 pm (UTC)
Exactly, he really had no choice whatsoever! Unless when they were filming 22...

You know, during the entire process of writing this fic, I never once thought of that. God, you know, I'm thinking that would be the best way to lure Jensen EVER. Either that, or he'd be too busy with Jared and all you'd end up with was a rather smelly box.

HAHA! And now it's on view for the whole of LJ to see!

DID YOU NOW?! See, this is why I've failed at life these past two weeks. I have been so distant from LJ that I don't even know when you've posted porn. Porn buddies *snorts* that's ten kinds of awesome
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Boo: best buddiesdolly_drops on August 11th, 2007 08:08 pm (UTC)
*dies laughing* oh my darling Claire, it's times like these where i don't mind being crazy because my God can it be funny! You prove it! *beams*

It was an unfortunate habit the kid had picked up in San Antonio, this sleeping-folded-up-in-a-box thing.
I didn't think i could laugh so hard over a simple line but i so totally did! The whole "sleeping-in-a-box-as-a-possible-hangover-cure-idea" is PRICELESS!

“Oh petal.” *snorts* No words necessary.

"...as for your cock,” Jensen pointed fiercely at it, “it laughs at me! It knows my pain, and it laughs at me!” Seriously, i burst out laughing at this line, it was soo bloody funny! Thank goodness mum was upstairs and i managed to disguise my laugh as a cough from dad and the boys(they're more intersted in their action film anyways!)

"Jared, the pony-shaped sponge had an accident.” I didn't think i could love this fic any more than i already do but this line owned me!

GO CLAIRE! GO CLAIRE! GO CLAIRE! GO CLAIRE! GO CLAIRE! GO CLAIRE! *does a cheerleading dance*

Loved it sweetheart, yet another brilliant fic :)


Oh Castiel!: *grins*smeckles90 on August 11th, 2007 09:39 pm (UTC)
Oh I wonder if you are still on *ponders*

Hee! Oh yes it can be amusing to be crazy :D I should know, as many people are now aware :P

HAH! The petal line is proving to be a favourite!

Thank goodness your mum was upstairs! I can only imagine how on earth you would have talked your way outta that one! Jared's cock does laugh at Jensen though *nods seriously*

*chuckles* thank you so very very very much hun! You know how much your words of praise cheer me :D I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

*massive squishy hugs*
xxx
soxykittysoxykitty on August 11th, 2007 08:59 pm (UTC)
Omg I think I hurt something laughing! Yes the fandom really needed the crack. I really think everyone is just so completely worked up because we're all not getting our wonderful weekly dose of Supernatural... ahh the off season is hard on everybody.
Oh Castiel!smeckles90 on August 11th, 2007 09:42 pm (UTC)
Haha, glad to amuse you :D I agree, we're all in a tizzy because we have no new SPN to keep us entertained and the wait is slowly killing us all! It always is, fingers crossed the hiatuses (hiatai? hiatus'?) won't be as long next year!
henchgirl, darla devotchkahenchgirl on August 11th, 2007 11:31 pm (UTC)
this is quite possibly the oddest thing i have ever read, including that short story where people licked each other's brains.

congratulations.

and thank you. it's brilliant. :)
Oh Castiel!: *grins*smeckles90 on August 12th, 2007 09:38 am (UTC)
Wow, my fic beats brain licking? That should be an icon

Thank you very much! Glad you still enjoyed it despite its oddity
not creepy, just a person w eyes: J&J dorkyarabella_hope on August 12th, 2007 12:13 am (UTC)
This is AWESOME. I just. I am still giggling over Jensen & Chad's conversation. And candy-flavored shampoo? Craziest thing ever - but also the coolest.
Oh Castiel!: *grins*smeckles90 on August 12th, 2007 09:40 am (UTC)
Hee, thank you :D they should sell candy-flavoured shampoo, it would make Jared's life so much easier *sighs*

:P
Katie: J2 (Do Do Ahahaha)elethoniel on August 12th, 2007 12:16 am (UTC)
Bahahahhaahaha!! That's awesome!! XD
Oh Castiel!: *grins*smeckles90 on August 12th, 2007 09:41 am (UTC)
HEE! Thank you!
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Oh Castiel!: *grins*smeckles90 on August 12th, 2007 09:43 am (UTC)
I believe I am insane, so many people are telling me that today. Can only be a good thing though, right? *g*

Thank you very much! Glad I could bring cheer to your day *big hugs back*
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Oh Castiel!: *grins*smeckles90 on August 12th, 2007 09:51 am (UTC)
Re: YOU WROTE IT! 8MILLION ♥ :D
LMAO! Your incoherency is rather amusing :D

HAHA! Now would they be fleshy beams or wooden beams?

*snorts* dammit I knew I'd missed something. This fic should have came with a pillow inhalation warning.

Well, it was the running theme of the night after all :P

Love you too, and you should really take some of the credit for this insanity, you bad enabler you :P
Lissieilovesn on August 12th, 2007 06:23 am (UTC)
DUDE, what were you on when you wrote this??

This shit is like an accid trip

ROFL

red like its true master Satan....HOLY COW

*dies*
Oh Castiel!: *grins*smeckles90 on August 12th, 2007 09:53 am (UTC)
I could lie and say purple nurples, but that was only during the brainstorming process. So I'll say tea and leave it there *g*

This shit...is my mind...I welcome you :D

*revives you* glad I made you laugh enough to die :P
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Oh Castiel!: *grins*smeckles90 on August 12th, 2007 09:55 am (UTC)
Why thank you :D glad you enjoyed despite the crazy *g*
insaneboingo: J2insaneboingo on August 12th, 2007 10:21 am (UTC)
zomg.. my stomach hurts so much from reading this.

I Love It! This is so hilarious. I just.. I had to stop and take a breather for long enough so I could stop crying to continue reading.

I'm rec'ing because EVERYONE needs to know the hilarity of this story.
Oh Castiel!: *grins*smeckles90 on August 12th, 2007 10:29 am (UTC)
HAHA! Thank you so much! This was my crack!fic, so I'm glad I have amused :D

CHEERS! That means a lot!