sockme ([personal profile] sockme) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2013-03-24 07:42 pm

seven minutes in heaven


7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN






1. Comment with your character name/fandom/prefs in the subject line
2. Comment around, you're now trapped in a closet and must kiss whoever you're trapped with! It can be just a simple kiss on the cheek or something a little...more. It just has to last for at least 7 comments each!
3. You don't have to start right away. Build things up! It's more fun that way.
4. ???????
5. Profit~
venaticae: (pic#5644372)

Jo Harvelle | Supernatural

[personal profile] venaticae 2013-04-12 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
freetobe: ([thinking] wait what)

Timestamp... Abandon All Hope, hell yeah

[personal profile] freetobe 2013-04-12 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Castiel isn't sure why he is shoved into the closet - it's a struggle, too, because the brothers have to use their full, combined strength to get the angel to move at all. The end result, however, is simple - Castiel finds himself in a dark, crambed storage closet, with two drunk, giggling humans outside and Jo shoved in behind him.

Clearly, the humans have had too much alcohol and Castiel too little (although he's had much more than them). Regardless, the door shuts, Jo and him are cramped against one another in too tight, dark space, and Dean bangs on the door ("7 minutes!") before retreating with snorting laughter.]


I don't understand.
venaticae: (pic#5694288)

sobsob the best one tho

[personal profile] venaticae 2013-04-12 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She's a little drunk too, not enough to find this as amusing as the Winchesters but there's a little bit of a buzz. Enough so that she doesn't question it when Sam and Dean smile all sweetly, ask her to come have a word with them, and then suddenly there's an angel and a closet and a door.

Jo stumbles rather unceremoniously against Castiel's back, but as soon as she rights herself she turns sharply on her heel, banging her hand against the door before all but shouting back at them.
]

Soon as I get out of here you're dead, boys, I swear to every damn deity in the world!

[ She groans and rubs a hand over her face, and when she turns around again she remembers how cramped the space is, how close Castiel is and just screws her face into a wry smile that is pretty much hidden by the lack of light anyway. ]

It's a dumb game. You get put in a closet for seven minutes, and you're supposed to- [ Oh man this is weird. She shrugs and gestured vaguely with her hands, letting out a huff of laughter before continuing. ] ...make out and stuff. It's a whole thing.