Supernatural drabbles - gen, PG, AU

[tigriswolf]

Title: honey and peanut butter
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: pre-series
Pairings: none, really
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 115
Point of view: third
Prompt: pancake
Notes: there is no point to this little drabble. At all. *shrugs*

When Sam was eleven, Dean made pancakes one morning, but they were out of syrup.

“No problem,” Dean said, pulling the honey jar out of their pathetic pantry. Sam raised an eyebrow, but Dean just grinned and snagged the peanut butter, too.

Sam watched skeptically as Dean spread the peanut butter on a single pancake and then poured the honey, taking great care to get every centimeter of the flapjack. Dean pushed the plate to Sam, and Sam started carving his breakfast up.

He wasn’t skeptical after the first bite and he never went back to syrup.

When Jessica asked where he picked up the honey and peanut butter habit, he smiled and said, “My brother.”

Title: once the brightest
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AUish (written before “Abandon All Hope”)
Pairings: Lucifer/Castiel(ish), a smidge of implied Sam/Castiel
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 230
Point of view: third
Prompt: Lucifer and Castiel have a history (love/lust/whathaveyou) and they meet again when Lucifer is in Sam's body (there could also be something between Sam and Castiel).

 

"This vessel doesn't quite do you justice," Satan tells him, circling him. "It is nice enough, though."

Castiel turns, keeping his eyes on Satan at all times.

"Ah, Castiel, don't use that name," Satan says. "Lucifer, if you can't stomach my first."

Sam's eyes burn him, when used by Satan. The desecration hurts far more than expected.

He wonders where Dean is.

“Don’t think of him,” Satan commands, stopping to lean in close. “It’s just us here, so keep your mind on me, boy.”

Castiel looks away. “Are you—did you bring me back?” he asks quietly. It’s not what he meant to say—he wants to rant and rail, to demand his once-beloved brother leave Sam’s body, let Sam go.

“No, Castiel,” Satan murmurs just as quietly. “Had I known Raphael’s actions, I would have. But I did not learn of your foolish battle until later.” He steps in even closer, until there would no be space between to breathe, had either of them required it. “And I told you, little brother—call me Lucifer.”

Closing his eyes, Castiel tries to will himself away. Anywhere. But his once-beloved brother, the brightest of them all, the Star of Morning, speaks and he cannot do anything except listen. “Or even Sam would work,” he whispers, pressing his lips to Castiel’s forehead.

“After all,” he says, stepping back, grinning brightly. “That is my name.”

Title: Death close following pace for pace, not mounted yet on his pale horse
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Milton.
Warnings: AU
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Point of view: third
Wordcount: 250

 

 

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Imagine, Gordon says softly. You got baby Hitler in front of you. Wouldn’t you kill ‘im for the good of the world?

Dean closes his eyes and turns his face away. I’m not gonna kill Sam, he whispers. Not for you, not for Dad—not for God or the world.

Gordon grunts in disgust and stands up, pulling Dean with him. Well now, that’s a problem, Dean. We’ve thrown everything we’ve got at him, and he just shrugs it off. Keeps coming. He’s too powerful, see? Embraced the devil within.

Not answering, Dean lets his mind blank. Lets himself forget where he is, what he’s done, what he’s let come to pass by his inaction.

He thinks about Sammy, about that little boy, his baby brother, his whole wide world, the focal point of his existence.

He’ll come for you, Dean, Gordon says.  He’ll come for you. And then we’ll take him.

Dean raises his eyes to the ceiling. No, he corrects gently, surer than sure. You’ll try. He knows, finally, exactly what his purpose has always been.

He’s not meant to kill Sam. He’s meant to pave the way, to prepare the world for Sam’s first steps. So his gaze flits to Gordon’s face, and he lunges, slamming his bound hands against Gordon’s nose, stunning him long enough to finally—finally—act.

Sam will come for him, Gordon was right about that. Sam will come and find sacrifices ready, for his glory and his power and his new world.

 

 

Comments

[pathsforme.livejournal.com]

For some reason, the stories strike me as a sad. Except the first one, it was amusing that Sam picked up Dean's habits.

[tigriswolf]

They are all sad.

Thank you for reading!