comment_fic 116-120: Supernatural
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tigriswolfTitle: blood-debt
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer not my characters
Warnings: non-con, spoilers for season 4
Pairings: Azazel/Dean, implied Alistair/Dean
Rating: R
Wordcount: 300
Point of view: third
Prompt: teen!Dean & Azazel, "You're not so tough, kiddo."
He keeps an eye on Mary's brat, the little rugrat that carried Sammy out of the nursery(not that Sammy was ever in danger, no, firebrand Mary's special boy would have been taken care of, even if the soldier failed).
He remembers that hunter who claimed to be Campbell's grandson, the man who smelled of hellfire and Alistair, who said he'd kill Azazel one day. Who said he already had.
The boy hadn't lied. Azazel would've seen that in him. He had Mary’s eyes and Campbell's determination.
So, Azazel watches, but he never really does believe the boy is a threat. And when Dean is a teenager, full of hormones and emotions and hopes he can’t control, when he wants to lash out at everyone and everything but doesn’t because Daddy wouldn’t approve and Sammy wouldn’t understand, Azazel goes to him wearing a respectable man and asks for directions, just to see how much like Mary he really is.
He tastes like her, and whimpers a little like her, and he clings so tight as Azazel whispers filth into his skin, wondering if Alistair did the same.
Azazel thanks him, using the meatsuit’s kindest smile, and presses a gentle kiss to Dean’s forehead.
When they meet again, years later, while Azazel is wearing Johnny, he wonders what would happen if he leaned in just close enough to brush his lips against the shell of Dean’s ear and whispered those same things—what would Dean do?
He thinks, while telling Dean how proud he is, you’re not so tough, kiddo. Really, this is the boy who kills him?
Not a chance. He’s been inside Dean, and the kid’s not a threat.
(In the graveyard, he sees the beginnings of that man he spoke to in Campbell’s house. Maybe that Dean wasn’t so off-base, after all.)
Title: redefining godhood
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 5; AU
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 240
Point of view: third
Prompt: Trickster & author's choice, the Trickster turns out to be God
"You have got to be shitting me," is the first thing Dean says.
"Nope," HE grins, hands spread wide.
Dean shakes his head, sharing a disbelieving look with Sam.
Castiel, of course, has already bowed low, eyes on the floor. "My Lord," he murmurs into the marble. "Father."
"Oh, get up, kiddo," HE says. "We've got a mess to straighten, a war to win. No time to waste."
"You asshole," Dean bursts out, lunging forward. Only Sam grabbing him keeps Dean from trying to throttle HIM. "Where the fuck have you been? You didn't notice the fucking end of the world?"
"Dude," HE scoffs. "I'm ineffable. You can't question me."
Dean scoffs in turn. "I can question you all I want, you self-righteous prick. I have free will."
"Yeah," HE says. "Which I gave you."
Now Sam asks, voice low and cold, “Why did you kill Dean all those times?”
HE shrugs. “You had to see, Sam, what you could become.” HIS expression is earnest. “It kept you from going down that path when he went to Hell.”
“You’re not the Sunday school God, are you?” Dean mutters, shaking his head again.
“Father,” Castiel says, bringing all attention back to him as he rises to his feet. “What are your orders?”
HE rubs his hands together, grinning. “Let’s go bring Lucifer back into the fold and kick Zachariah’s sanctimonious ass.”
Sam and Dean share another glance. Castiel blinks. God cackles.
Title: the only choice
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for aired season 5
Pairings: gennish
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 160
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean/Cass, Why would you want to fall?
Dean, Castiel knows, truly does not understand. The man thought he deserved Hell, and will never believe that anyone would want to save him.
Dean honestly believed that he should stay with Alistair in Perdition, that he had earned nothing more than an eternity of torment and suffering and damnation.
Castiel did his duty in carrying Dean back to Earth, in pouring his ravaged soul into his equally ravaged flesh, in healing him with Heavenly grace. Castiel did his duty in guiding Dean, in aiding him, in protecting him from Alistair.
Castiel did not do his duty when he showed Dean a way around Chuck’s prophecy, or in sending Dean to Lilith’s corpse and Sam. Castiel did not do his duty when he fought Raphael, too late in giving Dean a chance to stop Sam from breaking the final Seal.
Dean asks, when Castiel sides with him against Heaven and Hell and hunters, why he would.
Castiel shares a glance with Sam and simply smiles. Dean will never understand why anyone would choose him, not really, but at least Castiel is not alone in the choice.
Title: in my image
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 5
Pairings: Michael/Lucifer
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 65
Point of view: third
Prompt: author's choice, author's choice, Are you satisfied?
"Are you satisfied?" Michael asked quietly, gazing down at the ruin of the world.
"Yes," Lucifer purred, stepping behind him and pressing himself in close, wrapping his arms around his dearest brother. “Now,” he whispered, lips grazing Michael’s ear. “Now, my beloved, we can rebuild however we wish, without those silly little rules impeding our will.”
Michael said nothing, but he did not pull away.
Title: of him
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 5
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 95
Point of view: third
Prompt: Sam and Castiel, “You’re going to stay, right?”
After... after the war, after Lucifer and Michael have destroyed each other, after Hell and Heaven are both in ruins and Earth almost barren, after God has stepped back into reality and begun anew, Sam turns to Castiel and asks, "You're going to stay, right?" When Castiel remains silent, Sam continues, "You and a necklace, that's all I have of him. Even his Impala is gone. Please stay."
Castiel looks him in the eye, gaze ancient and weary, and replies, "Of course I will."
Sam is all Castiel has of him besides a necklace, too.
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Date: 2009-12-19 11:32 pm (UTC)YES!!! I WANT THIS!!!!! *CLAPS AND FLAILS AND GRINS LIKE A MANIAC* \o/
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Date: 2009-12-20 01:14 am (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2009-12-21 02:06 am (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2009-12-21 04:05 am (UTC)#3 Poor Dean, he really does think he’s not worth anything, doesn’t he? Good thing Cas and Sam know better!
#4 Ouch. How is it possible to break somebody with such a short piece?
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Date: 2009-12-21 03:21 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2010-01-14 08:25 pm (UTC)It was so totally worth it. I think I love you! Stick an arrow in me and call me St. Theresa, baby, because I'm in ECSTASY!
I've been tearing through your fics and now there is only time to say - night and morning well spent! Thanks for making and sharing!
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Date: 2010-01-14 09:29 pm (UTC)Also, your icon made me *hee*