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tigriswolfTitle: our love song of pain
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AUish
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 155
Point of view: third
Prompt: John +or/ any, what could have broken him in Hell
He laughed his way through their first session, smirking up at Alistair with bloody teeth. Alistair didn't react, though, just kept on carving with steady hands, humming Ave Maria.
Each time after that, Alistair changed things up, and John would laugh as often as he screamed. And Alistair would smile and hum, and he'd say, "See you tomorrow, Johnny."
John had known what he was getting into, when he made that deal. He remembered his sons, Mary's boys, and he knew that whatever Hell threw at him, it couldn't be as bad as that first night after the fire. Couldn't be as bad as Dean in that bed, dying by inches.
Then Alistair came to him and said, "Meet my pet, Johnny. She's lovely."
And it was a trick, it had to be a trick, because Mary-his beautiful, vibrant Mary-couldn't be in Hell.
She was holding a razor, and she was smiling.
Title: God's image was contrived
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU during season 5
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 310
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, the angels brought John Winchester back from the dead to be Michael's vessel
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we always knew Dean would say no, Azrael tells Castiel as they stand invisible in the hospital room. The patient doesn't see them or hear them, nor does the doctor or nurses, but all the humans in the building are walking softly. They know something is there, and they don't want to disturb it.
but we had to ask, so that he would refuse, Azrael continues, and Castiel cannot look at him. Will not.
there was more than one righteous man in Hell, Azrael says, and in his hand he clutches a bright, blinding soul.
this will end poorly, brother, Castiel tells him. the Winchesters will be devastated.
and our brother will walk again, to battle the Adversary, Azrael says, the words almost vicious. you focus too much on humans. Uriel warned us about your… unruly ideas.
Castiel tries to ignore Azrael as the Angel of Death focuses on the room John Winchester died in, the last place on Earth in which he lived. Using the soul as a guide, and the room's impressions, Azrael rebuilds the body and forces the soul back in.
Castiel tries to ignore Azrael as he says, John Winchester, will you do your duty to your sons and your world?
John gasps, "You'll save m'boys?"
Azrael replies, they will be saved.
John says, "Yes."
Castiel closes his eyes as Michael settles into every part of John Winchester, from his soul to his toes, and Azrael kneels, proclaiming, welcome, brother.
He doesn't want to think that Azrael is right, it could be better this way. Where Dean would have fought, where Dean had never said yes, John might know that Sam must die for the world to survive.
But Castiel still, for whatever reason, feels that this is wrong. And Dean will react quite poorly, as he has to all previous machinations of Heaven.
Title: butterfly kisses in the rain
Fandom: NCIS
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: takes place just after season 3 finale
Pairings: Gibbs/Shannon
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 140
Point of view: third
Prompt: NCIS, Gibbs/Shannon, laying your ghosts to rest
He hasn't been to the grave in over ten years. Not since he stopped by, knelt on the dirt, and whispered that the bastard had paid in full. He'd kissed his pointer and middle fingers and pressed them to the stone, then crawled to Kelly and did the same.
He's back now, though. Everything's been shaken loose, he feels like it was yesterday, and he's on the way to Mexico. But he can't go so far, so finally, without saying goodbye.
So he kneels on the dirt, whispers I love you and I miss you and it hurts so goddamned much. He kisses his pointer and middle fingers and presses them to the stone, then crawls to Kelly and does the same.
And he stands, ignores the somewhat familiar man standing in the distance, and leaves without a look back.
Title: where grows the tree, from hence how far?
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: blasphemy
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 180
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Lucifer/any, a thing of beauty
On the eighth day, Lucifer peered up between the worlds into a beautiful garden. He saw there minute lifeforms, nowhere near the grace and power of even the Fallen. These tiny things had Father's love and devotion now.
Lucifer saw beauty in the garden, beauty he had not seen since the Fall. Envious and angry, he planned and plotted, and then he spread his darkened, bloody wings and soared upwards from the Pit.
There was a tree in the garden, a tree of knowledge. There were rules in the garden, and a curious creature of innocence and beauty. Such beauty.
He spoke to the creature, asked her questions. She answered, she considered, and she chose to taste.
Father was furious, of course. But Lucifer knew that Father had known and he was content at Father's pain.
The garden was still beautiful, but now forbidden and Lucifer returned to the Pit.
(Much later, Lucifer gazed upon his vessel in wonder. Sam's soul was much like that first curious creature, and Lucifer would be so delighted to have him taste.)
Title: to taste the sky
Fandom: Animorphs
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU
Pairings: Rachel/Tobias
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 230
Point of view: third
Prompt: Rachel/Tobias, because the warrior she's become isn't exactly the kind of girl who wants flowers
The others don't understand, Tobias knows. The others are seasoned veterans who won a great victory, and then they went home. Back to school, back to their families, back to life before the war.
Tobias can't do that. Neither can Rachel. She wants to, sometimes; he can tell by the way she watches the horizon, stares into the sky.
Cassie stops by every few months. Yells his name, Tobias, please! Don't do this. Come back.
Wild birds stay away from humans. Especially raptors. He hasn't responded to her, and she isn't sure which territory is his. He moved after the war.
Tobias knows they think Rachel died. Knows it's cruel to let them keep believing that, but she isn't the girl they knew. Rachel died a hero in a war for the entire human race. What she is now... they wouldn't accept her. Wouldn't know what to do with her, a Rachel that is far more hawk than beauty queen with a taste for fighting.
If he was still human, if Rachel was still a teenage girl, today would be Valentine's. A day of chocolate and roses and hand-holding.
But he's not a human, and she's not a girl, and she's watching the sky, wings itching to fly.
*Rachel?* he says. *Bet I can catch dinner before you.*
*You're on,* she shoots back and arrows for the horizon.
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Date: 2011-03-05 01:08 am (UTC)I love the premise of the second on a lot and your Cas pov.
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Date: 2011-03-05 02:57 am (UTC)That made me feel like I'd been sucker-punched.
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