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Title: Not the Child You Think I Am
Author:
rosie1234
Fandom: Warehouse 13/Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 241
Ships: Claudia/Dean
Summary: “Claudia, how long as it been? I missed you, baby.”
For:
theechochorus
Prompt: 28. Baby
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
“Claudia, how long as it been? I missed you, baby.”
That damn hunter loved using a whole lot of b-words with me, mainly the not so nice one that gains him a punch to the gut for his troubles, and making sure he gets a handful of my hair and mess it up to high heaven.
(not caring that I make it all the color of the rainbow just for his eyes)
“If you call me a damn baby one more time, Winchester, you are going down.”
I could handle everything he called me, mostly all the names a girl hates to hear and makes sure to let those sons of bitches know about it, but I draw the line at being called anything relating to a child.
(it took me forever to grow out of that at the work place and I’m not about to be set back)
“I meant it in a loving way, bab-honey, so keep those tiny fists to yourself.”
It does not take long for my anger to melt away, thanks to that smile which has been absent for too damn long (now that he has some normal in his life), and I’m ready for another fun-filled visit from my favorite hunter.
(always ending in some type of killing or us pulling tons of pranks)
“Trust me, Dean; I know just how you meant it. And these tiny fists of mine can cause some serious damage.”
Author:
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Fandom: Warehouse 13/Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 241
Ships: Claudia/Dean
Summary: “Claudia, how long as it been? I missed you, baby.”
For:
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Prompt: 28. Baby
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
“Claudia, how long as it been? I missed you, baby.”
That damn hunter loved using a whole lot of b-words with me, mainly the not so nice one that gains him a punch to the gut for his troubles, and making sure he gets a handful of my hair and mess it up to high heaven.
(not caring that I make it all the color of the rainbow just for his eyes)
“If you call me a damn baby one more time, Winchester, you are going down.”
I could handle everything he called me, mostly all the names a girl hates to hear and makes sure to let those sons of bitches know about it, but I draw the line at being called anything relating to a child.
(it took me forever to grow out of that at the work place and I’m not about to be set back)
“I meant it in a loving way, bab-honey, so keep those tiny fists to yourself.”
It does not take long for my anger to melt away, thanks to that smile which has been absent for too damn long (now that he has some normal in his life), and I’m ready for another fun-filled visit from my favorite hunter.
(always ending in some type of killing or us pulling tons of pranks)
“Trust me, Dean; I know just how you meant it. And these tiny fists of mine can cause some serious damage.”