comment_fic 231-235: Supernatural and Supernatural/Paradise Lost

[tigriswolf]

Title: graduation
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 135
Point of view: third
Prompt: Sam, contemplation

Despite what Dad thinks, Sam spent a very long time considering the pros and cons of leaving. He weighed the thought of Dean without back-up against the possibility that one day Dean'd need a pretty damn good lawyer. He wondered if not having Dean's smile would be worth not having Dad's tirades.

It wasn't just about getting away. And the final tally was dead even.

What tilted the scale in Stanford's favor was when Dean just looked at him silently instead of asking him to stay.

(He still wonders about that. Why Dean didn't meet his eyes. Why Dean didn't plead and rage. Why Dean kept quiet and let Dad dig the hole deeper. He wants to ask sometimes, whenever Dean makes a bitter, trying-to-be-sarcastic comment or calls him College-Boy. But he never does.)



Title: the pale rider
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 5
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 55
Point of view: third
Prompt: Death(& or /)Famine, Old

"Will you lead me onward, brother?" he asks, wearing the same form he wore in the beginning, when they and the world were young.

"Yes, dear one," Death answers quietly, clad in cowl and scythe in hand. "I will miss our games."

Famine smiles at him, finally sated, and follows Death down the corridor.

 

Title: from the beginning to the end
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 5
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 195
Point of view: third
Prompt: Michael/Lucifer, I've killed a million petty souls but I couldn't kill you.

They will battle across creation, from one side of the sky to the other, from the beginning to the end and beyond. But not to the death.

Never to the death.

Because Michael and Lucifer can erase continents from existence, can call down the mountains and summon the seas, can destroy worlds. But not each other.

Never each other.

They could, and they both know it. To kill one is to kill the other, and that might end this entire war. Heaven will succeed without Lucifer on the other side, most powerful of all angels save his elder brother, the first and the best, God's Bright Sword, Father's Thundering Fist. The demons are not an army without a king to follow, without a leader capable of planning.

It will end with them, as it began with them, and they will battle forever because it will never be to the death.

(Uriel, and Raphael, and Azazel, and Zachariah, and Alistair—none of them understand. Joshua does, though. Once upon a time, when he walked the earth he had a brother named John, and John stood at the foot of his cross, and Joshua loved him so very much.)

Title: besmear'd with blood
Fandom: Supernatural/Paradise Lost
Disclaimer: title from Milton
Warnings: spoilers for season 5
Pairings: implied demon/Dean
Rating: PG13
Point of view: third
Wordcount: 180
Prompt: Castiel + any, Castiel must pretend to be a demon

It is easier than he expected. To find the darkness that has been slowly leeching into his soul since he connected so fully to Dean Winchester. To sink down into that darkness, that desolation, that all-consuming need and want, and the utter pain of being gone from Heaven.

He is no longer Castiel, the scholarly angel, the Righteous Man's savior. He is now a demon, a damned soul that long since forgot its name. So, to make things simple, he chooses a new name for this guise, of his long-gone brother, Cassiel. The last king he killed was before any language now spoken existed, but maybe Moloch will remember.

The seductive nature of this task whispers to him, and Dean looks beautiful at the end of his chain, bound to Moloch by blood and hellfire and his willing sacrifice to save Sam.

"Cassiel," Moloch booms, pulling Dean closer and running a possessive talon down his flank. "I remember you, angel. You've come a long way."

Castiel gazes long at Dean, eyes downcast and breaths shallow, and then turns to Moloch.



 

Title: whom none with more zeal adored
Fandom: Supernatural/Paradise Lost
Disclaimer: title from Paradise Lost
Warnings: spoilers for season 5
Pairings: Gabriel/Zachariah
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 265
Point of view: third
Prompt: Gabriel/Zachariah, wing grooming

They weren't always like this, you know. Once, back before, when Lucifer and Michael still stood together and gazed at Father's perfect garden in awe, when Uriel led Castiel and Raphael around in a game of tag through the clouds, when Anachel sang loudest in the choir—when Zachariah was named Abdiel, he and Gabriel were the closest of friends.

The world was young, and so were they, and they were curious and beautiful, and sin did not exist. Zachariah has tried to forget those days, tried to erase his fleeting existence as naïve and blind and loyal Abdiel. Abdiel was useless and foolish and a blight on Zachariah's memory.

Abdiel was Gabriel's friend. To use a meatsuit's term, Abdiel was Gabriel's lover. Closer than anyone else, deep in his marrow and his heart, the being that knew him best. But Gabriel left Abdiel behind, in Heaven's static and boring clouds. Gabriel didn't even hint that he was going. Lucifer fell to become Satan and Gabriel fled in the night, a coward, and Abdiel was alone with Uriel and Castiel and Anachel and Raphael.

Abdiel stood before Lucifer unafraid and told him he was wrong. Abdiel looked God in the face and told Him of Lucifer's plan. And Gabriel didn't even ask Abdiel to follow him from Heaven.

So, no, they weren't always like this, Gabriel rogue and Zachariah at the helm of Heaven's ship. Once, they were like Michael and Lucifer had been, like Dean and Sam still are. Those days, though, are a long time gone, and Zachariah pretends they never were.

Comments

[layne67.livejournal.com]

Sam's contemplation in the first one tugs at my heartstring. I wonder whether he would really have changed his mind about going to Stanford if Dean put his foot down. Somehow ... I doubt it.

against the possibility that one day Dean'd need a pretty damn good lawyer.

One of my dream AUs - Sam going to Stanford with John's blessings, and he became a lawyer who got his family's back. How I'd love to read that! :)

[tigriswolf]

Oh, I want that AU, too!

Thank you for reading!