Title: As You Wish, Chapter 1/?
Disclaimer1: I don't own Glee, so I'm just borrowing the characters and ideas for the fun of writing, *but* I do own the original characters, original plot and other original ideas.
A/N1: I edited this, so all mistakes are mine.
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Puckleberry Hanukkah
This idea came to me back in October, but since I was working on a few other fics at the time, I put it aside. Over at 'theofficialpuckleberrylibrar y . tumblr . com', they held theme days for Hanukkah, calling it 'Puckleberry Hanukkah', which ran over the week of Hanukkah, sundown on 12/8 to 12/15. 'Supernatural Holidays' was one of the themes and I knew this fic would fit perfectly with it, so I pulled it out and began working on it. Unfortunately, I was unable to finish this first chapter until the 15th and have just gotten the chance to edit and post it, so even though it's posted after the end of the week, I still wanted to share it with you all. This will also be posted in several chapters, because of how I plan to set it up.
A/N3: Additional disclaimer and notes below the fic. I didn't want to spoil the idea until after you've read Chapter 1.
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Chapter 1: Introductions, Part 1
Hanukkah was just a week away, and though Noah 'Puck' Puckerman had already picked up some larger gifts for his mom, sister and nana; things they'd mentioned wanting or he thought they'd like, he decided to get some last minute knickknacks with decorated Hebrew and Jewish designs. Unfortunately, Lima, Ohio, his hometown and where he and his family live, has a limited selection of stores that carry items related to their religion, so he decided to make a trip down to Columbus, to a place he knew carried what he was looking for.
The store was the only one in Columbus, that he knew of, but it'd been quite a while since he'd been there, so things had changed a lot. Now joined with the store was a deli and bakery, offering fresh, handmade Jewish meals and desserts. The fragrant smells sifting through the air reminded him of home and of his nana and mom's cooking, through it was mostly his nana, because his mom didn't have as much time to cook or bake like his nana.
It was still a little early for lunch, so Puck decided once he had purchased the items he'd came to the store for, he'd eat there before returning home. Moving inside, he began walking up and down the aisles, seeing what they had and trying to figure out what exactly he wanted to get for the important women in his life. The three all collected various types of figurines and trinkets, so he hoped he could find a few for each of them that went along with their personality or likes, to add to the gifts he was already giving them.
With so much to pick from, Puck knew it would take a while and he wasn't in a hurry. He had all day to be there, so he got a small basket and continued to look around, picking up items and adding them to the basket. Towards the back of the shop, he found a large section of what seemed like handmade items. Most of them were decorative plates, cups, wall plaques and trinkets, but in the back of a shelf, he noticed something. It looked like an old bottle, closed with a stopper on the top, with a long neck and a wider base. It was black with decorative blue, white, red and green Jewish designs, along with Hebrew characters and a few Star of David symbols around the neck.
Puck wasn't sure what exactly drew him to the bottle, but he couldn't help reaching out for it. Eyeing the designs closely, he thought about getting it, but he didn't know who to give it to. He then decided he could keep it for himself, but he wasn't sure where he would put it, so he put it back down to think on it.
Taking just a few steps to walk away, Puck returned to what he'd been doing, but after only a few moments, he turned around and went back to the bottle. He picked it up again and stared at it, "you look cool, but I don't know what I'd do with you. I guess you could hang out in my kitchen," he thought, contemplating the purchase.
The item looked like it had been there for a while. There was some dust on it, but he knew he could clean it off once he got home, so he slid it into his basket and headed for the cash register. He was there to buy gifts, and he had picked them up, so he didn't feel too bad about buying something for himself, even if it wasn't something he'd usually buy.
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Returning to his apartment in Lima, Puck took his purchases inside and added the gifts to the the others and then unwrapped the decorative bottle he'd gotten for himself. He went over to the sink and wet a washcloth lightly and returned to the table, sitting down to clean it. Reaching for it, he removed the stopper and set it aside, before staring at it a moment, "so what are you?" He asked the inanimate object, "I mean, you're not a vase, or you wouldn't have a top. You're not see-through, so what have you held in the past? How old are you? You look brand new, but I've never seen anything like this before. One thought would be perfume or wine, but I don't think so."
Turning the bottle around a few times, he looked over the Hebrew characters and the Star of David symbols, along with some characters he didn't recognize, but nothing stood out to him telling him who made it or when it was made. He wasn't sure what it was made out of, but he could tell that it was strong and sturdy, and the material was painted and glazed over to protect the designs. The stopper was shaped to fit in the top, with the same designs on the body, and no where could he find any information about it.
Giving in, he picked up the cloth and carefully wiped over the object, removing the built up dust and then brushed his fingers over a few streaks it left, so he could get a better view of the symbols. As he held the bottle, with the top facing away from him, it began to vibrate in his hand, just like a cell phone would. "What the hell?" He gasped, dropping the bottle to the table in shock. The bottle tipped over and began to roll to the edge, so Puck reached for it quickly, but he was too late. It fell to the floor, bouncing as it landed and he was surprised it didn't break, but before he could relax, a light blue smoke began to billow out of the bottle.
The thick smoke continued to flow out, settling just beside the bottle, but it didn't seem to be going anywhere else. Unsure what to do, Puck stood up and rubbed his eyes, hoping he was just seeing things. When the smoke didn't disappear, he took a deep breath, "did I get into an accident on my way home? I must have, because this can't be real!" He told himself, reaching up and pinching his cheek, "no, damn it! I felt that, so that's not it. What the hell is going on?"
His question was answered when he looked towards the now dissipating smoke, revealing a young woman standing across from him, dressed in what he thought was a bright blue belly dancing costume. The simple bra and skirt also had beaded decorations and the skirt looked like it had a wide belt covering her hips with many strips of sheer material hanging down to the floor, covering her legs but allowing her to move around easily. From what he could tell, she had on a pair of silver shoes, which went with the silver accents of her skirt and bra, along with the bracelets and the Star of David necklace she wore, also in silver.
"Finally, someone freed me from my bottle! Thank you, Master," she grinned happily, clapping her hands, before falling to her knees and bowing to him.
Puck's mouth fell open in shock, not only at what she said, but also what she was doing. "I'm losing my mind... No, I've lost it completely," he muttered, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes, in hopes he was hallucinating. "You're still here," he stated, seeing her now standing with her hands on her hips, staring at him.
"Of course I am! You summoned me," she replied simply.
"I did what? What the hell are you talking about? How did you get in here?" He asked, looking around to see his closed front door.
Her long brunette hair fell forward as she knelt down and picked up the bottle and set it back on the table, "you rubbed my bottle. You've summoned me and now that you have, I belong to you."
"You belong to me?" Puck's eyes widened as he stared at her, unable to stop his body's reaction to seeing how exposed she was, her toned abs visible as her skirt sat low on her hips and if the situation was any different, he'd welcome her into his bed, but he just knew he was seeing things, "this is... I... I'm losing it," he muttered, rubbing his eyes again. Moving around the table, he rushed into the living room to sit down on the couch, "I... I think I need to take a nap," he said out loud.
"Master, before you do that, is there anything you'd like me to do before you wake?" The girl asked, following him.
Groaning, Puck leaned back on the couch and took a deep breath, deciding to play along for a moment, "well, if this is real you can make dinner, but since I don't think this is really happening, I'm just gonna wake up in a while and this dream is going to be over."
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Puck woke a bit later with a blanket covering him, "okay, I didn't put this over me, so where did it come from? Maybe mom stopped over," he thought, sitting up a little and rubbing his eyes, "man, that was a weird dream. How long have I been asleep?" He glanced at his watch and saw it was now only five-pm.
Getting up, he moved around the couch and froze when something caught his attention: the bottle. Memories quickly flooded his mind and he shook his head, "it was a dream. She's not real. It was a long drive to and from Columbus and I was just seeing things," he commented out loud, but before he could agree with his words, he heard something in the kitchen. Taking a few steps forward, the smell of a fresh hot meal hit his senses and he saw the brunette again. "Oh man, this has got to be some sort of dream," he muttered.
The girl turned to him, "you're not dreaming," she replied, stepping forward and resting her hand on his shoulder, "I'm real."
Locking gazes with her brown eyes, Puck let the feeling of her real hand sink in, before carefully reaching up to mirror her, by resting his own hand on her shoulder. Under his fingertips, he felt her soft olive skin and somewhere in his mind it clicked that everything was real, "I... I don't get it. You really are a... a... ge..."
"A genie," she finished for him, seeing that he was having a hard time saying it.
"But they're in myths and fiction," he responded in disbelief.
She laughed lightly, "yes, there are myths and fictional depictions of genies, like the 1960s TV sitcom called 'I Dream of Jeannie' and Genie in the Disney movie series 'Aladdin'. There is also the song sung by Christina Aguilera called 'Genie In A Bottle' from 1999," she agreed, "but trust me on this, I've been in my bottle for over a thousand years, so I know we are real. We are very rare, but we do still exist. Fiction is usually based on some truth, isn't it?"
As the wheels in his brain began to move, helping him process what she was saying, he turned and looked at the bottle, "so when I rubbed the bottle to clean the dust off..."
"It summoned me," she confirmed, smiling at him.
"How do you..." He sighed, "get it together, man! If this is real, you need to figure everything out, so just relax," he thought, "how do you know all that?"
"Know all what? About being a genie or about the fictional depictions and cooking," she motioned to the food she currently had in the oven.
"All of it, well the last two, because if you really are a genie, then you'd know about them," he said, rubbing his head.
"Just because I've been locked in my bottle for many years, doesn't mean I don't know what is going on. My bottle gets cable TV and internet," she explained with wink.
Puck's eyes widened, "seriously? You can... Like... You have powers? You live in the bottle?"
"Yes, I do live in there. It's quite spacious," she smiled, "and I do have powers," she easily snapped her fingers and in a 'pop' a platter of chocolate chip cookies appeared on the counter, "go on. Try one."
Having jumped when the cookies appeared, he hesitated to take one, but when she insisted, he reached out for one. They were all perfectly baked, soft and still warm, so he took a bite and chewed on the best cookie he'd ever tasted, "oh, wow! They're real! They're really good!"
"Of course they are and thank you. I'm glad you liked them," she grinned.
Puck nodded at her, "um, so do you have a name?"
"It's Rachel," she replied softly, remembering something from earlier she wanted to know, "I could tell you didn't like me calling you 'Master', so is there something else I could call you?"
"My friends call me 'Puck', but my family calls me by my legal name, 'Noah'," he explained, "I'm Noah Puckerman," he held out his hand to her.
Rachel gladly shook his hand, "it's nice to meet you, Noah. Is it alright that I call you by your legal name? I like it."
"Yeah, it's alright," he nodded, taking a seat at the table, "wow, so this is... So you're a real genie. I get three wishes, right?"
"No," she shook her head, "not just three. I'm yours until you wish me away or you die," she explained, biting her lip at some recent memories that returned to her.
Puck could tell she seemed upset about the last statement she made, "have you had that happen? Your... Um, the person you were," he paused, hating to consider her property; she was a person, too, but he took a deep breath, "your last, for the lack of a better word, master, died?"
"Yes, he did, which is why my bottle has been at the store you bought me at for five years," she replied, shaking her thoughts away.
"Couldn't he wish for you to bring him back to life or something?" He wondered.
"No," she shook her head, "there are rules I have to follow and one of them is that I can't revive someone who has passed away."
"That sucks. I'm sorry," he replied.
"It does, but you have no reason to be sorry. I have had my time to get over it, but it still does hurt a little," she admitted.
"I'm sure it would," he agreed, and then decided to change the subject, "so, um, what are some of your other rules?"
"Well, I can't cure a disease that doesn't have a cure, like cancer. I also can't kill anyone. I can't make love happen between two people. For example, if you loved a girl, I can't make her love you back, if she doesn't. I also can't stop death from injury, disease or old age, but I can help make the person more comfortable, just like a doctor would. I can't change the lottery numbers, but I can help you pick the right ones. I can't make someone rich out of the blue, but I can help you at a casino, by suggesting to a machine that it should hit the jackpot. I also can't break the law, like the legal system, or get you out of a ticket or something like that," she explained, trying to think of some other important rules. "Also, when you start a sentence with 'I wish...', you have to be super specific about what you want," she paused, "there are others, but those are some of the big ones."
"Wow, okay. I think I can deal with those rules. Sorry I keep asking all these questions, but I'm trying to wrap my head around this," Puck admitted, rubbing his neck.
Rachel nodded, "I understand and you're taking it better than I thought you would," she stepped closer to him, holding out her hand, "would you like to see how real this is?"
"Uh, sure. Do I take your hand?" He asked and when she nodded, he stood up and placed his hand in hers, "now what?"
With a smile, Rachel snapped her other hand and in a flash, the two of them were standing in a new place. "Whoa!" Puck gasped, quickly looking around at the new surroundings. "Where are we?" He asked, seeing a fluffy couch against one wall, felt soft carpeting on the floor and as he turned slightly to see more, he saw book shelves, a bed, a computer desk and TV, "it's like an apartment, but it's a very weird shape; I've never known one to be round before," he admitted, seeing the curved walls around them.
Rachel grinned, "maybe you could go look out the window to see if you can figure it out," she suggested, motioning towards one of the many windows nearby.
Puck eyed her curiously, but stepped closer to the couch and peered out the window near it. He first noticed wood on the ground and off in the distance he saw and odd sculpture that looked a lot like his keys. Blinking his eyes, he focused on the ring and saw the red stone and 'McKinley' written around it and he realized it was his class ring,"what in the world!" He jumped in shock, "where... where are we?" He stepped back to the window and focused on things further away and saw a picture of his mom and sister that he hand hanging on his refrigerator, "Rachel, explain!"
Laughing lightly at his reaction, she moved to stand next to him, "we're in my bottle. I thought it was easier to just show you how real it is."
"Okay..." He trailed off, taking a deep breath and stepping back from the window, "so, let me get this straight. You're a real genie. You were trapped in this bottle a long time ago and you live here," he motioned around, "then, when someone gets your bottle and activates it, it summons you and you become theirs and you grant them wishes. Your 'master' can have as many as they want and you're 'bound' to them until they wish you away or they die. Your last 'master' died and your bottle ended up at the Jewish store in Columbus and you've been there for five years and because I bought your bottle and rubbed it, I summoned you, which makes me your 'master'. I can have as many wishes as I want, within the rules you have to follow, and you're 'mine' for as long as I want?"
As Puck spoke, Rachel watched him nervously pace back and forth on the carpeting and she could see his mind was trying to soak up everything and understand, "yes, that is true," she nodded, moving towards him to rest her hands on his shoulders, so he'd stop pacing.
"I hate the term 'master' and considering you property," he told her, taking another deep breath, "it's wrong. You're a human being, though you have special powers most people don't, but you still are a person and deserve respect. Do get what I'm saying?"
"I do and I appreciate that you feel this way. No one else has ever told me that before," she admitted, smiling lightly at him, "and I could tell earlier that you didn't like the term 'master', which is why I asked if I could call you something else, Noah."
"I know, I'm just saying why I don't like it. This is all a shock to me, but I wanted to be clear on that. As far as I'm concerned, you're a friend," he explained honestly.
Rachel felt her cheeks flush at the term and smiled again, "friends. I like that. Thank you."
"You're welcome," he replied, returning her smile.
Before Rachel could say anything else, they heard a loud beeping sound outside the bottle and Rachel realized it was the timer on the oven, so she took his hand and in a snap, they were standing back on the floor in his kitchen. "Whoa!" Puck gasped, shaking off what had just happened, "that's going to take some getting used to."
"It will," she agreed, turning off the timer. Snapping her fingers, the baking dish magically appeared on the table on some pot holders and she snapped once more and the table went from empty, except for her bottle, his keys and the dish, to completely set for two, with their things now on the counter nearby.
Puck blinked eyes and stared at the table, "just like that, it happens? You can do that?"
"Yes, I can," she nodded.
"Okay, so answer me this. If you were able to snap your fingers and a plate of cookies appeared, why couldn't you do that for this?" He asked, motioning to the freshly baked enchiladas.
"Because I enjoy cooking and baking. I just conjure up what I need and then use my magic to cut, chop and mix. I could just snap and do this," she snapped again and a platter of Mexican rice appeared on the table, along with a basket of fresh tortilla chips and salsa, "but sometimes it takes the fun out of creating food," she grinned.
"A genie, a chef and a baker; what an interesting combination," Puck smirked, as the two moved towards the table. He politely pulled out her chair and let her sit down, before he took his seat.
"I suppose it is," she agreed with a smile, "thank you. I hope it's alright I'm joining you."
"I don't mind at all. It's been a very long time since I've had dinner with a beautiful woman," he admitted honestly.
Rachel couldn't remember the last time someone complimented her looks and a blush grew on her cheeks, "you find me beautiful?"
"Yes, I do," he nodded, "don't get that much, do you?"
"No, I don't," she shook her head, "I was considered a 'daughter' with my last master and usually people only say 'thank you' or compliment me when I've given them something or helped them do something."
"Right now, it still seems unreal to know you're a genie, so it'll take some getting used to, but by looking at you as a person, it'll be easier. There is one thing, though," he paused, eyeing her.
"What?" She asked curiously.
"Is there a rule about what you wear? Don't get me wrong, you're hot and that outfit is amazing, but I'm a guy and seeing you dressed in so little could, well... Usually when girls are dressed like that around me, I end up in bed with them," he replied honestly.
"I understand. It could make things uncomfortable for you if I wear this all the time," she explained, standing up.
"You don't have to change now, but just for..." Puck started, but before could finish his sentence, she'd snapped her fingers and in a flash, went from what she had on to a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. His mouth fell open in shock, staring at her, amazed at how quick she was able to change, as well as have it happen right in front of him, "are you sure I'm not dreaming?"
Rachel laughed lightly and retook her seat, "I assure you, it's completely real."
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Their conversation settled for a moment, while the two dug into dinner. Puck's day had gone differently than he thought it would and he was still getting his brain used to what he'd learned. "Rachel, can I ask you something?" Puck asked a short time later.
"Sure," she nodded, turning to look at him.
"I used to watch reruns of 'I Dream of Jeannie' on TV when I was home sick as a kid," he started, "and they portrayed her as a genie who was quite peppy and didn't seem to know about our customs or how we act nowadays. From what I've seen, you're quite familiar with all of them, or you talk like you do. I know you said your bottle gets cable and internet, but I'm just curious how you know so much? Because I know you can't learn every detail online. Are you able to leave your bottle or go out and do things, too? I mean, when you're not summoned by someone."
Rachel smiled at his question and nodded, "I get where you're going with this and for starters, that is a fictional TV show, more or less based on myths and legends; and it was also for entertainment purposes. I have seen every episode and myself, as well as other genies like me, learned we needed to venture out into the world a little more to pick up as much culture as we're able to. I can be the peppy genie portrayed on the show, or do crazy things like she did to 'please her master', but it's not the reality I want. My job is to please you, as my master, yes, but I won't go overboard," she paused, "my last master was an artist and he had grown children who had families of their own. His wife died years before he got me and when I was around, he told his neighbors I was one of his daughters so it didn't make them wonder who I was and to his kids, I was a neighbor. I kept him company," she admitted, "and also in the show, the only person who knew about Jeannie, besides her master, was her master's friend and everyone else thought he was crazy for the things that happened to and around him. This brings me to a question for you. Are you planning to introduce me to anyone?"
Puck thought for a long moment, unsure who, if anyone, would actually believe them. "I don't know. I mean, if people come over here, they're going to wonder who you are. I don't want to hide you, because we are friends, but I'm not known to have girls that are friends, if you know what I mean," he explained.
"I see," Rachel could easily understand what he was getting at and now was even more confused at where things stood. "I don't mind if you'd rather I hide when you have guests over. I've done that before."
"No, Rachel, don't think that. I want people to meet you, but I just don't know how understanding they will be. Out of everyone I know, I think my sister would be the least surprised and maybe my mom," he took a deep breath to gather his thoughts, "as for everyone else, I think my friends will probably only believe that we've been secretly dating and have decided to move in together."
"Really?" Rachel gasped, "why do you think they would only believe that?"
"I was a jock and 'bad boy' when I was in high school. I slept around and never had a steady girlfriend. Since I graduated, I've dropped the 'bad boy' persona, but I still have one-night stands and if I do get a girlfriend, we're never very serious and we don't last long or are on-again-off-again. Even after I got the job I have now, I've continued that way," he told her. "In the last few months of the year, starting in September, I'm usually busier than the rest of the year, so I don't have as much time to go out to meet girls and my friends haven't seen me with anyone in a few months. Given that, it could be completely possible that I started seeing one girl and just didn't tell them, because I didn't want to make a big deal out of something, if I didn't know where it was going," he explained, "and if we stick with the story that you've just moved in, I can say I decided it was time to tell them. I know it seems far fetched, but I just don't think they'd understand or be able to deal with the powers you have."
Rachel nodded in understanding, "I do get it and you are right. Well, I don't know your friends, but I think it's better that only a few people know," she paused, gathering her thoughts, "I'm okay with going along with your plan, if it's what you want. It makes the most sense, so if someone shows up here, they won't wonder and I won't need to hide."
"It is what I want. It's the best choice and I'm glad you're cool with it," he smiled at her, as he returned to eating.
"I really appreciate your concern for my feelings," Rachel returned his smile, "and I agree with your idea. It's logical, given the unusual circumstances we're in and seems simple enough, but we may have an issue."
"Really? What's that?" He wondered, looking at her.
"Well, your mom and sister will be the only ones who know the truth, so it won't be a big deal with them, but your friends," she bit her lip, "would they, um, expect us to," she paused, blushing. She'd never had an opportunity to have any type of physical relationship with a man and now she was getting the chance, which made her nervous, "would they expect us to be physical in front of them? From what I've learned about guys in the past, they like to talk about their activities and are we going to... I've..."
Puck quickly noticed Rachel's change in mood and realized why, "you've never been with anyone, have you?"
"No," she shook her head, "I was twenty-two when I was imprisoned and I'd never been with a man before, and I've never had a master willing to, um, show me anything."
Reaching over, he gently rested his hand on hers, "relax," he said softly, "nothing has to be decided right now and I'm definitely not going to make you do something you're uncomfortable with," he told her truthfully.
Rachel turned her hand over to take his, "I can tell that," she assured him. "I'm just not sure what to do. I've never had to deal with this before."
"You've never had a 'master' who you got close to? I find that hard to believe. You're gorgeous!" He admitted with a smile.
"Thank you, Noah. My past masters have been more interested in what I can conjure up for them or do for them that they haven't cared about me, as a person," she explained softly.
Shaking his head, Puck shifted closer to Rachel and squeezed her hand gently, "well, it's about time someone cared about you, too," he replied, leaning in and taking a chance to press a soft kiss to her lips.
Rachel didn't expect him to kiss her, and she wasn't sure what to do, but she let her eyes fall closed and leaned into him slightly, softly returning the gesture. The single kiss created a cascade of sparks throughout her body, which ended as soon as he broke the kiss and sat back, but it left her with a light tingling all over and more confusion at what the future would bring, "wow, Noah, that was..."
"Awesome," he finished for her, grinning brightly.
"Yes, it was," she nodded, blushing just as bright, "I... I've never..."
"I'm glad I could be your first kiss," he told her simply.
"I never knew if I'd ever be kissed," she admitted honestly, "but I have wondered what it would be like and this was perfect, Noah. It was much more than I ever thought it would be and I'm glad you were my first, too."
Letting go of her hand, Puck reached up and rested his hand on her cheek, "consider it an early Hanukkah present."
"Hanukkah," she smiled, "that's next week right?"
"It is," he nodded, "have you celebrated it much?"
"I light the menorah every year, but I haven't celebrated with anyone in a very long time," she explained, joining her hand with his against her cheek, "do you have plans?"
"We will be celebrating the first night with my mom, sister and my nana, that's Saturday at sundown. Then we'll probably have dinner Sunday night with them again, but during the week we'll just be here. How's that sound?" He wondered, smiling at her.
"It sounds wonderful, Noah, but are you sure I'd be welcome?" She bit her lip, unsure how his family celebrated the holiday.
"Of course you will be, especially because by then, my mom and sister will know you," he confirmed, "so you're spending Hanukkah with us Puckermans, alright?"
"Alright," Rachel blushed, feeling a warmth building within her that had been absent for quite some time, "I'd be honored, Noah. Thank you."
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Disclaimer2: I do not own the rights to 'I Dream of Jeannie' (the 1960s sitcom) or the 'Aladdin' movie series put out by Disney. Anything familiar to either of those works belong to their rightful owners; I'm just borrowing some ideas for the fun of writing this work of fiction!
A/N4: Hope you all enjoyed! Please, let me know what you think! This was fun writing. The idea came to me back in October, when I was writing my Halloween fic, but I put it aside to focus on one idea at a time. When Supernatural day came up for Puckleberry Hanukkah, I knew it was the perfect time to work on this. While writing this chapter, I realized I had too many things I wanted to incorporate into this fic, so it will be in multiple posts. Hope you guys come back for more!
A/N5: I promise I'm working on my other fics, too! Depression got the best of me for a while, so it was hard to focus to write, but I'm finally getting my groove back and hope to have an update to one of my WIPs this weekend. Thanks for sticking with me and for all the support! It means so much to me and I promise I'm not going anywhere. I definitely will continue to write Puckleberry! Also, if you're new to my fics or didn't know, you can also catch me on Twitter and Tumblr at EJ8302! You can message me there, on FF or LJ, if you have questions, want to talk or just to say 'hi'!
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