Entertaining Angels (4/?)

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Entertaining Angels
Author: Maychorian
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel
Category: Gen, Angst, Crackiness, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: K+/PG
Spoilers: Through 4.10
Summary: A strange boy shows up at Dean and Sam’s motel room. Maybe he needs help, or maybe he’s there to help them—they can’t quite tell.
Word Count: 2182
Disclaimer: Angels belong to God. The Winchesters belong to Kripke. It’s a sad, sad world we live in.
Author’s Note: Wow, I am up waaaaay too late, trying to finish this chappie before I leave. Let me know if you see typos.

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( Part 4 )

Friending

Just a quick note on my way out the door to Canada, since it keeps coming up lately:

Friending is always cool! Seriously, feel free. Friend, defriend, filter, whatever. This journal is meant to be enjoyed, by me and by anyone else who cares to read it. I am flattered and delighted by your interest. Here's what I wrote in my profile--

"Friending policy?" Really? That's what people call it? That's weird. Anyway, feel free to friend me. I friend back automatically, so this may mean that you will see stuff you didn't need to see, like my occasional ramblings about personal topics. I may even read your blog entries as they show up on my friends page, but I'm shy, even online, so if you want to actually get to know me you'll probably have to comment on my stuff first. If we have a few interests in common, though, there is every likelihood that this will not be difficult.

Also, if I friend you and you don't know me, it's probably because I think you're awesome and I want to be able to click on your name from my profile so I can go read your fic or adore your art or whatever more easily instead of flailing around trying to find a link that I lost. (I will probably comment eventually. It's only polite, and if I think you're awesome enough to friend, it means I like what you do enough to want to comment.) So yeah. Don't feel obligated to friend me back, though if you do that's pretty awesome, too, and I will draw little hearts around your name in the super-secret stalker journal I keep under my pillow.

Now, I really do need to go. I'll answer comments and stuff when I come back. Have a great weekend!

ETA: Well, I no can has Canada, because I fail at finding my birth certificate, and I'm too scared to risk getting trapped in Canada because I don't have a little green piece of paper. I also fail at thinking about the fact that I'll NEED my birth certificate until a few hours before it's time to go. So, you know, FAIL all around. My brother Peter also can't find his and is risking it, but I'm a coward.

Sigh.

I'm going to go lie down and stare at the ceiling for awhile.