Believe in Magic
Title: Believe In Magic
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Castiel
Rating: 13+ for language
Word Count: 670
Warnings: Requested by![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
epiphanyx7. That should be all the warnings you need.
Summary: Castiel is a house hippo and Sam is the teeny tiny hamster who didn't believe in him. With pictures.
This fic was only written to get props from Satan, trufax.
Me: I think I'm prolly going to hell now
Her: lol, okay
Me: Come with me?
Her: K deal
Me: K, I'll bring snacks, you make a mixtape
Her: done and done. Oooh. I bet hell's gonna have a welcoming party for us
Her: like, the kind that has confetti and shit
Me: Cupcakes and punch bowl of brimstone
Her: it'll be like "WHAT UP"
Me: "We expected you guys years ago!"
Her: And we'll be all "WE BROUGHT TEQUILA." And it will be a bit before Hell figures out what to do with the tequila because, y'know, the water from the Lake of Fire is like 180 proof
Me: *shudder* I'll have to find a lackey to hold my hair back while I'm hurling
Her: So they're like... "thirty-give per-cent al-co-hol?"
Her: But meanwhile Satan's giving us medals of honor
Me: Satan realizes we're awesome.
Her: Satan will be all "OMG U GUYZ I TOTALLY LOVED THAT SAM/CAS EPIC WHERE SAM WAS A HAMSTER WHO DIDN’T BELIEVE IN HOUSE HIPPOS AND CASTIEL THE HOUSE HIPPO SHOWS UP,"
Me: ...........
Me: I HATE YOU
Her: And We'll be all "WUT"
Me: PONY SAM & SNAIL CAS FTMFW
Her: STFU IF I’M WRITING HAMSTER/HOUSE HIPPO EPICS EVERYONE ELSE SHOULD TOOOO
Me: WHEN/WHERE ARE YOU WRITING THIS?
Her: I'm writing SGA and Merlin House Hippo/Hamster-slash
Me: WELL I'M TURNING IT INTO SAM/CAS SO THERE
Her: This. This is acceptable.
Me: Good,tThat settles it
Her: You get like a kajillion points if Castiel says "YOU HAVE TO BELIEEEEEEEEEEEVE"
Her: and a bazillionty more if it's illustrated <3
Me: How many points for a bad shoop?
Her: two million, nine hundred and sixty-five thousand, four hundred and thirty-eight. (2 965 438)
Me: Hmm, k
Me: brb, sandwich
So that's how she got me this time.
John hadn't been too keen on the idea, but Dean knew exactly how to con Bobby into anything.
First he would pout, then he would sigh, then he would flutter his eyelashes. If none of that worked he would huff and say 'you're not my real dad, you're just some old redneck that my real dad started porking after my mom bit it and you guys pretend it's normal but society still looks down on you and sometimes you feel guilty about it and ask yourself if you're making the right choices for your kid and guess what, fake dad, you AREN'T.'
Bobby always caved after that.
And this time he had caved about a pet hamster.
"I'm going to call him Sam," Dean said, grinning. "After the little brother I wish I had but will never actually get."
So Dean the manipulative little bastard and Sam the hamster spent most of their long, hot, summer days exploring the overgrown backyard and reading Archie comics under the creaky old maple tree, and trying to look up girls skirts at the food court and other such young-boy-and-young-hamster things.
But the long, hot, summer nights found Dean asleep and poor lonely hamster Sam was lonely and poor.
He dozed fitfully in his hamster hidey-hole and dreamed about something he had seen on t.v. while Dean was watched The Brady Bunch reruns.
House hippos.
They were small and hamster-sized.
House hippos.
They would make an ideal playmate.
House hippos.
They ate peanut butter toast crumbs, which hamster Sam fully agreed were frickin delicious.
House hippos.
They would keep him company while Dean slept at night.
House hippos.
But the television box said they weren't real.
"Believe, Sam."
Sam blinked his eyes open and stuck his little nose out of his hut. "Hrmm?" he trilled.
"You have to belieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve..."
The disembodied voice seemed to come from all around him. He panicked and peed a little, but that was okay because his cage was lined with old Kmart fliers and scraps of fabric.
"Do you believe in magic, Sam? In a young hamsters heart?"
Sam quivered in fear. Dean snorted from the bed.
"And maybe, if the music is right, I'll meet you tomorrow, sort of late at night, and we'll go dancing, baby, then you'll see, how the magic's in the music and the music's in me," sang the voice quietly.
At that point, there was the sound of breaking glass from somewhere else in the house and Dean woke up. Sam went back to sleep, comforted by the fact that the voice has been scared off by Dean puerile vocabulary and stompy feet.
--
Hamster Sam was awoken the next night by the tinkling sounds of a tiny piano being played somewhere very close by. He wasn't sure how he knew what the sound was, considering he was a frickin hamster, but he went with it.
"Belieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve."
Sam peered out from the window he had chewed in the wall of his wooden hut. There was tiny purplish hippo leaning against an old fashioned player piano.
"Hey baby," it said. "My name's Castiel. I heard you needed a friend?"
Sam spluttered and snuffled because hamster don't actually talk.
Luckily the hippo spoke Hamsterese. "You dreamed me, Sam. You believe in me and here I am. Now we can be friends forever."
Sam smiled a little hamster smile and bumped his head against the cage door which opened because Dean sucked at closing it properly.
Castiel the minuscule hippopotamus clamored into the cage and embraced his new hamster bff. Only hippos, no matter how small, still don't have arms so he really only charged at him and bowled him over. It was okay though, because the love was there.
Sam squeaked a little and shook himself off before leading Castiel towards the cozy hut.
"Only on the condition that we take turns being the big spoon. And when I'm the big spoon, you have to call me the ladle," Castiel warned him.
And Sam conceded.
And then I just had to...
Dean and his hamster. Yeah, who has blue spots. Deal with it.
Somehow house-hippo!Castiel turned sleazy really easy.
Also, the original inspiration and the theme song.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Castiel
Rating: 13+ for language
Word Count: 670
Warnings: Requested by
epiphanyx7. That should be all the warnings you need.Summary: Castiel is a house hippo and Sam is the teeny tiny hamster who didn't believe in him. With pictures.
This fic was only written to get props from Satan, trufax.
Me: I think I'm prolly going to hell now
Her: lol, okay
Me: Come with me?
Her: K deal
Me: K, I'll bring snacks, you make a mixtape
Her: done and done. Oooh. I bet hell's gonna have a welcoming party for us
Her: like, the kind that has confetti and shit
Me: Cupcakes and punch bowl of brimstone
Her: it'll be like "WHAT UP"
Me: "We expected you guys years ago!"
Her: And we'll be all "WE BROUGHT TEQUILA." And it will be a bit before Hell figures out what to do with the tequila because, y'know, the water from the Lake of Fire is like 180 proof
Me: *shudder* I'll have to find a lackey to hold my hair back while I'm hurling
Her: So they're like... "thirty-give per-cent al-co-hol?"
Her: But meanwhile Satan's giving us medals of honor
Me: Satan realizes we're awesome.
Her: Satan will be all "OMG U GUYZ I TOTALLY LOVED THAT SAM/CAS EPIC WHERE SAM WAS A HAMSTER WHO DIDN’T BELIEVE IN HOUSE HIPPOS AND CASTIEL THE HOUSE HIPPO SHOWS UP,"
Me: ...........
Me: I HATE YOU
Her: And We'll be all "WUT"
Me: PONY SAM & SNAIL CAS FTMFW
Her: STFU IF I’M WRITING HAMSTER/HOUSE HIPPO EPICS EVERYONE ELSE SHOULD TOOOO
Me: WHEN/WHERE ARE YOU WRITING THIS?
Her: I'm writing SGA and Merlin House Hippo/Hamster-slash
Me: WELL I'M TURNING IT INTO SAM/CAS SO THERE
Her: This. This is acceptable.
Me: Good,tThat settles it
Her: You get like a kajillion points if Castiel says "YOU HAVE TO BELIEEEEEEEEEEEVE"
Her: and a bazillionty more if it's illustrated <3
Me: How many points for a bad shoop?
Her: two million, nine hundred and sixty-five thousand, four hundred and thirty-eight. (2 965 438)
Me: Hmm, k
Me: brb, sandwich
So that's how she got me this time.
John hadn't been too keen on the idea, but Dean knew exactly how to con Bobby into anything.
First he would pout, then he would sigh, then he would flutter his eyelashes. If none of that worked he would huff and say 'you're not my real dad, you're just some old redneck that my real dad started porking after my mom bit it and you guys pretend it's normal but society still looks down on you and sometimes you feel guilty about it and ask yourself if you're making the right choices for your kid and guess what, fake dad, you AREN'T.'
Bobby always caved after that.
And this time he had caved about a pet hamster.
"I'm going to call him Sam," Dean said, grinning. "After the little brother I wish I had but will never actually get."
So Dean the manipulative little bastard and Sam the hamster spent most of their long, hot, summer days exploring the overgrown backyard and reading Archie comics under the creaky old maple tree, and trying to look up girls skirts at the food court and other such young-boy-and-young-hamster things.
But the long, hot, summer nights found Dean asleep and poor lonely hamster Sam was lonely and poor.
He dozed fitfully in his hamster hidey-hole and dreamed about something he had seen on t.v. while Dean was watched The Brady Bunch reruns.
House hippos.
They were small and hamster-sized.
House hippos.
They would make an ideal playmate.
House hippos.
They ate peanut butter toast crumbs, which hamster Sam fully agreed were frickin delicious.
House hippos.
They would keep him company while Dean slept at night.
House hippos.
But the television box said they weren't real.
"Believe, Sam."
Sam blinked his eyes open and stuck his little nose out of his hut. "Hrmm?" he trilled.
"You have to belieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve..."
The disembodied voice seemed to come from all around him. He panicked and peed a little, but that was okay because his cage was lined with old Kmart fliers and scraps of fabric.
"Do you believe in magic, Sam? In a young hamsters heart?"
Sam quivered in fear. Dean snorted from the bed.
"And maybe, if the music is right, I'll meet you tomorrow, sort of late at night, and we'll go dancing, baby, then you'll see, how the magic's in the music and the music's in me," sang the voice quietly.
At that point, there was the sound of breaking glass from somewhere else in the house and Dean woke up. Sam went back to sleep, comforted by the fact that the voice has been scared off by Dean puerile vocabulary and stompy feet.
--
Hamster Sam was awoken the next night by the tinkling sounds of a tiny piano being played somewhere very close by. He wasn't sure how he knew what the sound was, considering he was a frickin hamster, but he went with it.
"Belieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve."
Sam peered out from the window he had chewed in the wall of his wooden hut. There was tiny purplish hippo leaning against an old fashioned player piano.
"Hey baby," it said. "My name's Castiel. I heard you needed a friend?"
Sam spluttered and snuffled because hamster don't actually talk.
Luckily the hippo spoke Hamsterese. "You dreamed me, Sam. You believe in me and here I am. Now we can be friends forever."
Sam smiled a little hamster smile and bumped his head against the cage door which opened because Dean sucked at closing it properly.
Castiel the minuscule hippopotamus clamored into the cage and embraced his new hamster bff. Only hippos, no matter how small, still don't have arms so he really only charged at him and bowled him over. It was okay though, because the love was there.
Sam squeaked a little and shook himself off before leading Castiel towards the cozy hut.
"Only on the condition that we take turns being the big spoon. And when I'm the big spoon, you have to call me the ladle," Castiel warned him.
And Sam conceded.
And then I just had to...
Dean and his hamster. Yeah, who has blue spots. Deal with it.
Somehow house-hippo!Castiel turned sleazy really easy.
Also, the original inspiration and the theme song.
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