comment_fic 121-125: Heroes, Supernatural

[tigriswolf]

Title: breakfast of champions
Fandom: Heroes
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: 3.4 future
Pairings: Hiro/Gabriel(ish)
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 175
Point of view: third
Prompt: Hiro/Author's Choice, "Waffles?"

He doesn't often stop by anymore. It's easier back home, away from Americans and their crazy politics—Flying Man has lost his mind, hunting his own kind. Again.

He really needs to stop using that name for Petrelli. Petrelli is not Flying Man. Petrelli is a traitor.

Sometimes, he wants to kill Petrelli. Become that man he saw in one future, where Gabriel wore Petrelli's face and ruled.

But he is not that man. Ando says there is still hope, and so does Gabriel.

"If I can change," he's said over more than one breakfast, cutting up Noah's waffles, "anyone can."

Seeing a knife in Gabriel's hand always makes him think of Sylar and Kirby Plaza, and the monster the cheerleader has become.

"Don't think about it," Gabriel always says when his thoughts turn back to the old days. He drops a kiss to Noah's brow and settles in his own seat.

Seeing Gabriel gives him hope. So when things are hopeless, he teleports to Costa Verde and Gabriel welcomes him with a large smile and "Waffles?"


 

Title: tomorrow's problem
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 4
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 190
Point of view: third
Prompt: Azazel & wee!Dean, "You're the one who kills me? Really?"

He watches from the shadows as they bring newborn Dean Winchester home from the hospital. He's pink and tiny, mewling, disgusting like all young humans are. They could at least have the decency to be somewhat cute, like baby snakes. Honestly.

He watches from the shadows for six months, and then he slithers into Dean's nursery while sweet Mary and soldier-boy with the easily-breakable neck try for a second kid down the hall.

“You’re the one who kills me?” he asks the snuffling brat. “Really?”

Dean blinks up at him. Azazel stretches out a tendril of smoke, gently touches the soft cheek.

“I could kill you right now, kiddo,” he murmurs. “Like I did your daddy. Like I will your mama, when the time comes. It’s quite clear you’ll be an annoyance in the days ahead.”

He remembers Dean’s smirk, his quiet surety. His anger.

“No,” he decides. “One day, when you’re tall and strong, you’ll be so much fun to torment.” He lightly pats Dean’s cheek, then mutters “What the hell,” leaning down to brush sulfuric lips against Dean’s forehead.

He vanishes, cackling, as Dean begins to wail.



 

Title: that little light of mine
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: somewhat crackish
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 325
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean/Castiel, God's always watching (over you)

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Angels are watching over you, Mama had said. She said nothing about God.

But ever since Castiel pulled him out of Hell and told him that God had work for him, Dean can't help wondering about the dude.

Like, for starters, is he the Old Testament go kill your neighbor and all his sheep God, or the New Testament love your neighbor as yourself God? 'cause those are two very different guys, and Dean isn't really sure he can believe in either one.

And now, wherever he goes, he keeps seeing this light, this bright, burning light, and he swears it’s laughing at him. It doesn’t feel evil, like Ruby or Alistair did after returning from the Pit. It feels pure and perfect, like Castiel or even that douche Zachariah magnified by a billion and one.

It’s gotta be God, and he doesn’t know what to do about that.

Well, he does wonder why it hasn’t smote him yet. After all, tempting an angel, not to mention fucking an angel on the Sabbath, has got to be worthy of smiting. But the light just twinkles merrily at him when he goes to get coffee the morning after, and Castiel smiles at him, all joyful and glorious, and Dean just really has no idea what to think.

He considers asking Sam, but they have an agreement to not mention any extracurricular activities involving angels and fornication, so that’s out.

Or, well, not out out, but whatever.

Angels are watching over you, Mama told him. And Castiel has said he’s very close to finding God.

So, that light can’t be God. Castiel would know, wouldn’t he?

Yeah, of course he would. That light is probably just a lifetime (two lifetimes) of hunting monsters finally getting to him.

Yeah. Of course. That glimmering little light isn’t the Old or New Testament God. It’s just Dean going crazy.

(The light twinkles even brighter in laughter, but Dean ignores it.)



 

Title: forgive me my sins
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: a smidge of implied Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 200
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean/Castiel, "I talked you into rebelling against heaven. Not sure that's something that can be forgiven."

 

i

Forgive me, he whispers, clutching the small golden charm Sam gave him two lifetimes ago. It is cold against his skin and he slips the cord back over his neck.

Forgive me, he says louder, straightening. You shouldn't—I shouldn't— He cuts himself off, runs a hand through his hair.

He freezes when his fingers touch blood. Slowly lowers his hand.

I don’t deserve your forgiveness, he admits, closing his eyes. And you deserved better than me for back-up. You should’a had every angel in Heaven coverin’ you. You should’a had Michael. He inhales, exhales, mutters, But you had me, and I’m sorry for that.

He pauses, just stands there and remembers, regrets, that stupid fucking angel who went and died a second time for the fuck-up hunter who never deserved to be saved.

I just… he murmurs, I talked you into rebelling against heaven. Not sure that's something that can be forgiven.

He chose, Dean, Sam says, limping up beside him. He chose you. He places a trembling hand on Dean’s shoulder and adds, We have to go.

Dean nods. I know. He thinks forgive me my sins but doesn’t say it aloud, and he follows Sam down the hill.
 

 

Title: snakebite
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: takes place in the 5.4 future
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 155
Point of view: third
Prompt: FutureLucifer!Sam/Future!Dean, "He's in here, you know, screaming for you."

When Dean rushes into the garden, that special gun in hand, he doesn't turn. "Hey, big brother," he says, caressing a rose. "I've missed you."

"Shut up, demon," Dean hisses, but he smells the fear and despair and hate.

And the regret. So much regret. Dean is drowning in it.

"He's in here, you know," Lucifer murmurs, glancing over his shoulder. "Sammy is screaming for you." He smiles gently and cants his head, slowly pivoting in place. "He's begging you to get out of here. To leave and not look back. He still loves you, Dean."

Lucifer plucks a rose as he strides forward. "He did it for you," Lucifer tells him. "Sam said yes to save your life."

Dean blinks, swallows, the gun dropping from his fingers. "What?"

"You shouldn't have come here, Dean," Lucifer says. "Sam will never forgive me for what happens next."

There is resignation in Dean's eyes. Sam never stops screaming.

Comments

[isaacsapphire.livejournal.com]

Hehe, I like the first SPN one. I've got to agree, baby snakes are just cuter than baby people.

And the last one is deliciously sad. Merry Christmas!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much for reading!