comment_fic 161-165: Supernatural and the Bible

[tigriswolf]

Title: standing in the flames
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 5
Pairings: OMC/Ruby, Ruby/Dean-ish
Rating: R
Point of view: third
Wordcount: 185
Prompt: Dean/Ruby (version 1.0), opportunity

Cliché as it is, she's playing with fire and she knows it. Thing is, though, that even back when she was a pale little whisp of a girl-child, cowering from her husband's meaty fists and dreaming of the words to damn them both, she adored the flames that he lit only on the darkest, coldest nights, when her flesh wasn't enough to keep him warm. She's never feared fire. She's worshipped it and danced with it, leaned into its caress and whispered yes, yes, burn the world down, yes, take me whole.

Dean Winchester hates her. So she leans in close and grins at him, says things just to piss him off, lets him know that she can save him, if she wants, lets him know that Sam's following her lead and coming when she calls.

Dean Winchester hates her, but soon he'll be just like her, because Lilith and Alistair have such plans for him...

Sam is her endgame, her king and her lord, but Dean... if she has them both, she'll have it all, and she's always flourished under fire's touch.



Title: seven steps
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for everything aired
Pairings: implied Dean/Castiel, Dean/Anna
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 200
Point of view: third
Prompt: Castiel, envy of humans

In all his millennia, he'd never truly understood what drove humans to their jealousies or their rages or their melancholic despairs. He's never comprehended the depth of emotions, of their overwhelming control when finally surrendered to.

He had been envious of Anna—cannot use her first name, because it's not her true name because it's not one she chose... but neither, he thinks sometimes, is her human name, because her parents chose that one, didn't they? God gave her the first name, so it should be her true one, except God is gone now, out of reach, where his steadfast searching cannot find Him.

He had not understood envy or wrath or despair or lust. He had not understood pride except that it led to Lucifer's fall.

Watching Anna kiss Dean, he feels all seven of those deadly sins. Watching Anna kiss Dean, he wonders for just a moment how it would feel to surrender.

Choosing Dean, however, over Zachariah and Heaven's orders, is when Castiel decides for himself that even those seven sins are worth the price of devotion and love and the envy for what humans know at birth that he's never yet had the chance to learn.




 

Title: pride goeth, the serpent says
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for everything aired
Pairings: Sam/Lucifer; a smidge of Dean/Sam, if you want it
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 255
Point of view: second
Prompt: Sam/Lucifer, "Pride come before the fall"

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You'll say yes, he purrs. You will. Everyone else has, and when we're together, we'll rule and tame and break this world. We'll be a force unlike any other—we'll shake His throne and cast Him low, our foot on His neck. We'll be everything, better than all that was or is or has yet to be. We are endless, beyond bounds.

You'll say yes, he promises, pride in his eyes and his words. You'll say yes to me. We'll be everything.

But you have a brother and salt and blood and gunpowder and leather and engine grease. You have years with him and years apart, Hell and college between you but unable to shake everything that came before.

So even if you say yes—which you won't, you swear, you won't—it won't be a complete surrender.

You'll say yes to me, he whispers, kissing your forehead, your nose, your lips. You'll say yes.

Even if you do, a long time ago, you already said yes to Dean.

Pride defeated him before, you think, tasting apple and blood. Pride is your sin, too.

The only place left to fall is to him.

But Dean will pick you up and dust you off and hand you a knife and a gun, so even if you say yes—which you never ever will—you have a lifeline.

You'll say yes to me, he swears, anointing your brow with blood. You'll give me your consent and Creation will be ours.

Pride, you think. Unending. Weakness.

Yours, too.




Title: blood in the water
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for aired season 5
Pairings: Gabriel/Sam, implied Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 330
Point of view: third
Prompt: Gabriel/Sam, they poured blood into his mouth

Gabriel's never really hated humans before. They've just always been there, little puppets for his amusement. If God loved them so much, maybe He'd show up and fix the things when Gabriel broke them, you know? But He hasn't yet, so here's hoping, right?

Anyway. He's never hated humans before.

But this—Dean's not moving in the corner, blood pooling around his head, which, as far as Gabriel knows, is not a good thing at all. Humans bleeding is generally bad for their health. And Sam—half a dozen men are holding him, at least three as big as he is, forcing his mouth open and pouring blood down his throat.

So, no, Gabriel has never hated humans before. He's never killed them just for existing before. He's never smote them except in one of his games, when they deserved it anyway.

But these men, they deserve it. They deserve it a lot.

Once the men are pieces of dust in the muggy air, Gabriel goes to Sam. He yells for Castiel, wondering why the kid isn't there already, helping his human, and gets a short response—dodging Zachariah, what?

Your boy's in trouble, he says. I suggest you hurry

Gabriel makes sure Dean stops bleeding, but he doesn't know enough about human physiology to actually get in there and fix whatever's broken. He looks down at Sam, blood still on his face, and gently wipes it away

He's never hated humans before, but he's never really loved them, either. Sam blinks up at him, finally back from wherever he took himself to escape, and mutters, "Dean?"

"He'll be fine," Gabriel says as Castiel pops in to make it true. You tell me what to do, Gabriel says, and I'll heal him.

Together, they mend their humans and Gabriel vows to keep a better eye on the stupid kids, because humans are a vicious pack of animals.

They do have their highpoints, though, he thinks, watching Sam check on Dean.



 

Title: a serpent and a deity walk into a bar
Fandom: Biblical
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: blasphemy?
Pairings: a smidge of God/Lucifer, maybe?
Rating: PG?
Wordcount: 150
Point of view: third
Prompt: Biblical or Paradise Lost, Lucifer/God, everyone can be tempted

 

"Aren't You bored yet?" Lucifer asked, appearing beside Him on a cloud. "Surely You must be. Nothing is unknown to You. You've seen it all and done it all." Lucifer paused and thought for a minute. "You knew I was coming here to tell You all this. Damnit."

God smiled. "Child," He said quietly, "I created you. I know every part of you, every possibility of you." He turned and gently touched Lucifer's cheek. "And you, my dear, are never boring."

Lucifer leaned into His hand, eyes fluttering closed. "I won't ask forgiveness," he whispered. "I didn't do anything wrong."

"I'll welcome you back, if you ever change your mind," God said.

Lucifer scoffed, pulling away. "You know everything," he hissed, looking towards the horizon. "Tell me if I will."

God only smiled again, and Lucifer leapt from the heavens, waiting till the last possible moment before opening his wings.