comment_fic 576-580: Supernatural, Animorphs, DCU

[tigriswolf]

Title: I do not fear it: I have been there
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Sylvia Plath
Warnings: I haven't seen most of season 6; spoilers for it, nonetheless
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 190
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Sam, he remembers the cage, but doesn't have the heart (yet) to tell Dean he wants to go back...



 

The cage was silent. He knew that Lucifer and Michael and Adam were there somewhere, but it was silent and still, and it wasn't too hot or too cold, and it was slightly dark like early evening, and he felt at peace.

The world wasn't on his shoulders. He'd saved Dean. Locked Lucifer away again, stopped the apocalypse, and he could rest, now.

He wasn't a threat to anyone in the cage.

But he's out of the cage. Lucifer and Michael aren't (he'd know) and he has no idea what happened to Adam (poor kid, his little brother), and angels and demons are still playing them, and it's his responsibility again.

He can't tell Dean. He can't even think of how to phrase the words, how to tell the one person who has ever really mattered (the man who was tortured for years in his place) that he wants to go back.

He wants to crawl back into that cage with the Devil and God's Sword and the youngest Winchester brother, and he wants to cocoon himself in the peace he felt there.

And he can never ever tell Dean.
 

 

Title: forgive me lord for I have lived so little
Fandom: Animorphs
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: post-54
Pairings: Rachel/Tobias
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 115
Point of view: third
Prompt: Animorphs, any main, cry yourself to sleep


 

Birds can't cry.

0o0

Tobias spends most of his time perched in his tree. He hunts when he thinks about it, sleeps when he's too tired to do anything else, ignores everything.

Sometimes, he can almost forget.

Almost.

0o0

Nothing has changed in his territory. Entire worlds have opened up to Earth, but Tobias still has a tree and a territory, and he's just a bird there.

He's just a red-tailed hawk. He's not a hero, or the near-lover who never had a chance, or Elfangor's son.

He hasn't mourned yet. He'll never mourn, because birds can't cry.

0o0

Tobias hasn't morphed human since Rachel died because if he started crying he'd never stop.

Title: The anguish of a last embrace
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Lord Byron
Warnings: preseries to season 2
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 275
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, gather up your tears / put them in your pocket / save them for a time when you're really gonna need them


 

When Dean was four, his mother died in a fire. He didn't understand death then; he just knew that Mommy was gone, and Daddy wasn't right, and Sammy needed something, so Dean got him everything he could think of.

Dean asked for Mommy once. Daddy reacted badly, and Dean never asked again.

0o0

Dad had a lot of bad days. Sam had a lot of bratty days. Dean really wished the twain would never meet, but nothing really cared what he wanted, so he gritted his teeth and took care of the two stubborn idiots to the best of his ability.

And if that meant he got shoved to the back most of the time, well. Them's the breaks, so he manned up and fucking dealt with it.

Personal days were few and far between, but he had a family to take care of.

0o0

Dad died.

Died, after Dean had a miracle.

Yeah.

Despite what Sam thought, Dean was not a moron.

Two plus two equaled four, and Dean should've died instead.

Dean took a deep breath and beat the shit out of his car because he wanted to sob, to crawl into Daddy's arms, to cling to Mommy's neck, to be the child he never got the chance to be.

0o0

Sam died. In Dean's arms.

There, in the mud, Sam's blood on his hands, Bobby standing guard, holding his baby brother, Dean closed his eyes.

He hadn't cried for Mommy. Not even really for Daddy, not yet.

But Sammy…

He was kneeling in the rain, on a muddy road, and Sammy was dead in his arms, and Dean couldn't be strong anymore.

So he wept.

 

 

Title: he awaits in trembling the hour of retribution
Fandom: DCU
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Leonora Sansay
Warnings: torture; based mainly on Under the Red Hood
Pairings: none
Rating: R
Wordcount: 300
Point of view: third
Prompt: DCU, Jason Todd, Joker, the first to bleed


 

Jason breathes, inhaling deeply, watching the bastard. They're both smiling, but only one of 'em 'cause he wants to.

The Joker is always smiling, that grotesque grin carved on his face. This time, though, Jason doesn't think he means it.

Of course, he is a sadistic fucker, and he'll probably die laughing.

"How you doin', bucko?" Jason asks. "We havin' fun yet?"

Joker cackles, but his voice is thin, sounds wet. Something's leaking. Good. Internal bleeding is a bitch. Jason would know.

"Bats and Birds don't kill," Joker says, and Jason's listening close enough to hear the fear. Oh, but he loves that. Batman's greatest foe is afraid of him. He's in the big leagues now.

"I've never been a Bat," Jason tells him, unsheathing his favorite knife, giving Joker a long look to figure out where to strike next. "And I haven't been a Bird in a long time." He kneels down by Joker's left foot, slams the knife in and wiggles it in-between all those little bones. "You saw to that, remember?"

The Joker screaming is something Jason will never get tired of, and he listens with a smile.

He's been taught by two masters, and he learned well. Joker's death is slower than Jason's. He dies in pieces. He sobs and he begs and he promises impossible things if Jason will just stop, and then even more things if Jason will just kill him.

Batman will be furious. Jason thinks this is long overdue, and if Bruce had just taken care of it himself… well. Let Batman have the moral high ground. He does so love looking down at the black sheep of the family.

Jason has the Joker's head on a plate, bloody and mouth open in his dying gasp. That's more than enough for him.

Title: I know an ending when it comes
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: post-season 6; future!fic AU
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 195
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Dean/any, the one thing he thought he'd never get and yet he did


 

Sam's alive and has a soul. Cas is a juiced-up human who can hear the major news bulletins in Heaven. Bobby's retired to full-time research and training a few new pups on hunting. Lisa's met someone new (someone safe) and Ben sends Dean emails every week. Crowley's taken the reins of Hell (better the slimy scumbag you know).

There's a road waiting, a brother sitting shotgun, and a one-time guardian angel in the backseat.

Life is too good to be real. Dean pauses next to his baby, one hand on her hood. Sam's discussing something arcane and potentially dangerous with Cas, and Dean looks out toward the horizon.

Your father is a very persuasive man, Dean, a voice whispers in his mind. You and your brother will not be bothered again by the machinations of Heaven or Hell. Castiel will stay with you for as long as you both live.

He knows that voice.

Like I said, the voice continues, writing is hard. But I finally know how your story ends.

Dean shakes his head. The open road is calling, Sam and Cas are waiting, and there's a poltergeist two towns over.

Life is good.

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[tigriswolf]

Yeah. Sometimes even my fluff is angsty.