comment_fic 51-55: Supernatural and X-Men
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tigriswolfTitle: protective
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 125
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean & Sam, any event from seasons 1 & 2(YED POV)
"Ah, ah," he whispers to the ghost. "No you don't." The ghost growls, but he has seen Lucifer's glory. After that, even God pales.
"I have plans for those two, darling. Only I can take them." He cocks his head, wondering if he can kill such a strong spirit in this form. The meatsuit is so clingy, so tight. Does he have his full strength?
The ghost tries strangling him but he doesn't even feel the effects. He snorts in disgust and waves the meatsuit's hand.
Yup, he can kill a spirit, even wearing a fragile human body.
And watching those two, Mary's darling boys, he can't wait to try out another meatsuit and get up close enough to smell the iron in their blood.
Title: family vacations
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Parings: John/Mary
Wordcount: 205
Point of view: third
Prompt: John, The Grand Canyon
Mary used to plan out places they'd go to—London, Paris, New Orleans, Yellowstone, the pyramids. She'd never been out of Kansas, so she dreamed of far away, of romance and mystery.
John's been around the world, to jungles and deserts, and he's killed in them all. He just wanted to settle down.
The night before she died, the last November 1 he ever enjoyed, Mary told him that she wanted to take the boys to the Grand Canyon when Dean turned ten. She didn't explain why, just told him and kissed him goodnight.
They never do make it the Grand Canyon, him and Mary and the boys. After—well, Dean sometimes talked about it in passing. Sam mentioned various things he thought might be cool. But John had a mission and no time for frivolities.
When he leaves Dean, when Azazel has popped back into the world, before meeting up with the boys, John does swing by that hole in the ground. He goes at night, when there's no one around, and takes off a necklace he's worn for near-on thirty years, a leather cord with Mary's charm bracelet hanging from it.
"I'm here, Mary," he says, and throws it over the edge.
Title: man’s best friend
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: implied Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 700
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean/Castiel, newly human!Castiel decides to start a little family for himself by getting a dog
During all the eons he watched humanity, Castiel never truly understood the drive humans had to supplement their family life with a non-human component—namely, a "pet" of some kind, most often a canine or feline.
But now that he is human himself, cut off from Father and the garrisons, away from his family for the first time in—well, ever, Castiel is lonely. He has never comprehended loneliness, and if this is how humans feel all the time, he also finally comprehends why so many of them end their lives before Father calls them home.
Dean and Sam are often away, busy with hunting, trying to atone for sins that are not theirs, and refuse to listen when he explains that Father does not hold them accountable. That had been Father’s last words to Castiel—tell those boys that they are free and should be at peace, My son, tell them I release them from all bonds—but Dean and Sam do not care. They feel compelled to seek redemption and do not believe that Father has absolved them.
Whatever their reasoning, they leave him alone often enough that he decides he needs companionship. Dean has forbidden him from interacting with other humans when left in solitude; he needs more lessons in being human, apparently, but Dean is gone most of the time. Sam is still uncomfortable around Castiel, avoiding his presence, unlikely to meet his eyes. Castiel has tried assuring him that there are “no hard feelings” but Sam shuns him nonetheless, out of shame, he believes. A completely human reaction that escapes Castiel, but Castiel can only give Sam time.
Anyway. Castiel is tired of how quiet the house is when he’s alone. He doesn’t like the TV and sometimes the radio refuses to work, since when Dean is home he tinkers with it, making “improvements” that increase the difficulty Castiel has in operating it.
Castiel goes to the pound the day after Dean and Sam leave on a hunt that should take them at least a week to complete. He has researched “pets” on the internet(often getting sidetracked by various things, so he has spent months seeking out the right kind) and decided that he wishes for a mixed breed canine. They seem to be the best—without many of the ailments purebred dogs suffer, and far more affectionate than any of the felines. Castiel has had enough aloofness.
The attendant shows him to the dog pens and he misses the days when he could understand their language. He walks amongst them, looking at their form and features with purely human eyes, unable to see beneath the skin to their hearts and souls. How to choose the right one for a companion if he cannot truly glimpse their being?
The attendant chatters on, naming them, explaining their histories. Once, Castiel could have known them in a single glance. Castiel hears her words but does not listen. His attention is caught by the dog in the final cage, lying in the corner while all his fellows demand attention. He has not even looked up. His ears are not raised like the others, trying to capture a heart.
“What about that one?” he asks, nodding to the dog.
The attendant says, “He’s been here awhile. His last family was abusive; we found him wandering the streets, half-starved.” She is sad as she tells him, “He’ll probably be put down soon.”
The dog has given up, Castiel realizes. He does not think himself worth saving.
“He is the one I choose,” Castiel decides.
Castiel’s dog, named Israel, walks out of the pound at his side, only perking up slightly. He will heal, though. Castiel will take care of him, and in return, he will love Castiel.
Once, he could have spoken directly to the dog’s soul, assured him of his safety, soothed the aches and pains of a life full of suffering and sorrow. Now, he can only vow in feeble words that Israel shall want for nothing.
He will let his actions speak. He is human now. He is human, and dogs are called “man’s best friend”, so Israel will come to know in time what Castiel is saying.
Title: mother-tongue
Fandom: X-Men movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: implied John/Bobby
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 145
Point of view:
Prompt: Pyro/Iceman, John speaking with his Australian accent
It didn't take long on the street for John to suppress his accent. Anything that made him stand out was dangerous. No one is unique—that leads to being watched, or wanted, or collected.
At Xavier's, he never felt safe enough to show that side of himself. He was already enough of a freak for not being refined like the others. Most of them came from at least middleclass. They'd never had to survive.
Sometimes, when he was alone with Bobby, he'd use some of home's language. Let a little hint out, deepening the words.
And after Magneto, after running away with Bobby, going deep and becoming someone new, together, John finally decided he was done hiding. For years he'd sounded American. Thought of himself as American. So when he and Bobby went home, John shed that one last mask and let himself speak.
Title: playing
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 200
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean, Sam & Castiel, Sightseeing
Castiel has seen the wonders of creation, from the birth of a star to the first time Man ever walked. He has been to the furthest reaches of existence, into the deepest mysteries that no fleshbloodbone creature could ever fathom.
But this—"I hit the ball to Sam with this?" he asks, hefting the wooden instrument.
"Yup," Dean says, grinning wide and bright. "It'll be fun. Trust me."
Castiel would shrug, but such human actions are still not familiar to him. Dean has told him to give it time. He'll get used to the body eventually.
"Don't worry," Dean says, crouching down as Castiel turns back to await Sam's pitch. "We'll go to some stuffy museum for you and Sam after."
“I am not worried,” he assures Dean as he swings and misses.
Once, he could fly from side of reality to the other. Once. Now he is in a park with two human brothers attempting to play a game called baseball. A game.
Twice more, he swings at the ball Sam throws and misses, but he is not bothered. As Dean said, this is fun.
Fun. And once Dean has tired of this, they’ll go see the wonders of humanity.
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