Bonus Round 0.5

[centrumlumina]

It’s the same old story you’ve heard a thousand times...

Welcome to our first real bonus round – now a week earlier to get everyone kicked off! For this round, the theme is fandom tropes, clichés and formulas.

If you have an idea for something you’d like to see, please leave a trope, the characters involved and any other details as a PROMPT below. Then read through everyone else’s prompts, and leave a FILL for any which catch your eye. They need not be long, but please put a little effort in – if anyone starts spamming this post for points, we’ll be able to tell.

You should place PROMPT/FILL, your current team affiliation and a brief summary in the comment title. For instance, a comment thread could run as follows.

PROMPT: Dean & Cas, purgatory fic (Team Castiel/Dean)
I’d like to see Dean and Castiel stuck in purgatory together.

FILL: Video, Blood Brother (Team Carver/Edlund)
Dean and Cas travel through purgatory with a vampire.

You will be awarded five points per prompt for the first five prompts you leave. The first three fills posted for each prompt will receive 15 points, the next three 10 points, and the next three 5 points. Prompts with ten or more fills will no longer receive fill points.

You can post prompts or fills for any ship this round, including gen/platonic ones (which should be indicated with an & symbol as above). However, you may not fill your own prompt. We also encourage people not to fill prompts from their teammates, although the points will not be deducted if you do.

Since this bonus round isn’t entirely scheduled, it will be running parallel to Bonus Rounds 0 and 1 – that is to say, BR0 is still open! This extra round will end when the first main round prompt is released.

Remember, Team Chuck can participate in bonus rounds, and if you change teams, points earned will transfer with you until the main round one prompt is released. Entry to bonus rounds is individual, and every team member enters separately.

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Edit: This round is now closed. It will remain open for fills if you wish to post them, but no further points will be awarded.

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PROMPT: Anna/Jo, pretending to be married (Mods)

[centrumlumina]

Anna and Jo work a job together and are forced to pretend that they're in a relationship, which is made more awkward by their mutual unacknowledged crush. Hilarity and/or fluff ensues.

FILL: Married (Team Ash/Jo)

[roadhouseshipper]

“It's not that big of a deal.”

The blonde lifted a brow and stared incredulously across the car.

“Not a big deal? We have to pretend we're married.”

Anna fought to keep the corners of her mouth from turning up into a grin. The look on Jo's face made it seem much worse than it really was. They had to lie all the time on jobs; take on personas of random made up people and just act the part. But for some reason, this was different and Anna knew exactly why.

“It's an open house event, I thought we'd fit in better if we were...you know...”

“Married?”

Anna shrugged as they pulled up to the large yellow house at the end of the street and parked along the driveway where several other cars had already arrived. Three white balloons were tied to the mailbox and a big sign hung over the porch that read, “Open House.”

“Here we are, I guess.” Anna kept passing glances at the woman in the diver's seat, her eyes accidentally ending up at the cream colored lace poking from Jo's blouse. Jo's very low-cut blouse. Luckily the hunter was pretty oblivious to those kind of things when she was working a job or else she would have likely said something.

“It's not too late to change who we are, right? We can totally be sisters or just friends. How about just friends?” Jo was becoming frantic as she unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

Anna looked down at her feet. “I already sent in the reply form and checked the box that said 'spouse'...”

Jo turned quickly and scrunched up her face. She began to say something in protest but stopped with her mouth gaping in a tiny little 'o'.

“Sorry, I just wanted it to sound as convincing as possible.”

Letting out an exhale, Jo looked across the well trimmed lawn, her heart racing in her chest. This was a haunted house, after all, and they were here to salt and burn whatever was inside. It was supposed to be easy. Simple. But now...now things were much more complicated.

“It's okay,” the hunter nodded, finally shifting her glance to the other woman who had gradually made her way beside her. “We have to get inside one way or another.”


Banging her knuckles firmly against the door, Jo was struggling to stay as formal as possible while also worrying about the job they had to do, and the fact that Anna's arm was rubbing against hers as they waited to be let inside. Anna didn't seem to notice.

The door swung open.

“You must be the Miltons!” A short, plump woman greeted them with open arms, a toothy smile wide on her pudgy face.

Jo shot Anna a quick glare in which the angel responded by elbowing her side.

“Yes, yes, that would be us.” Anna said smiling, batting her eyelashes. Jo was certain she was gonna be sick.

Clapping her hands in a strange, gleeful manner, the host lead them inside to the living room where several straight-laced, middle aged couples were already congregated. Everyone looked up from their complimentary cups of coffee and tea and all eyes went to Jo and Anna who were as far apart as they could be while still getting away with looking like they knew each other.

Anna must have noticed how awkward they seemed, so she reached out, linking her arm around Jo's waist, practically dragging her to her side.

“Hey, what are you–”

The angel's eyes widened as she spoke through a nervous smile. “We're happy to be here. Aren't we, honey?”

Jo was at a loss for words again but had stopped struggling against Anna's embrace. It's just a job, Jo, it's just a job, she had to keep repeating in her mind. Swallowing heavily, the blonde forced her lips into a smile.

“Yes, of course, dear.” Her arm slipped around Anna's waist and gave it a tight squeeze.

The room was quiet for a moment as the other couples tried to decide whether they should say something or absently continue drinking their beverages. Luckily for everyone, the host came back.

“Ready for the tour?”


The house was a colonial style mansion with more rooms than a house really needed, and Jo was becoming fidgety with the need to pull out the EMF and start taking readings. However, even though they were hanging at the back of the line, it would have drawn too much attention in their direction. And Jo didn't want anymore attention for the rest of the day.

“Feel any cold spots yet?” Anna leaned her head to the side to whisper into Jo's ear as they continued walking.

The blonde sighed quietly to herself.

“No.” She folded her arms at her chest. “This is useless unless I can use the EMF.”

Glancing ahead of them at the slow moving group of people, Anna stopped before they turned a corner and pulled Jo aside.

“How about we take a bathroom break then?”

Jo furrowed her brow. “Excuse me?”

Chuckling, Anna took her by the arm and lead her away from the group, her cheeks blushing a light shade of pink.


The EMF was beeping quietly as Jo pressed her back against the cold basement wall. She was starting to get annoyed at the lack of evidence they were finding. The good thing was; however, since they broke up from the group, they no longer had to pretend they were in a relationship. That idea had Jo's mind racing as she continued sneaking glances at the angel on the other side of the basement.

The clothes they decided to wear to fit into this suburban, wealthy neighborhood, were another annoyance and Jo could tell by how Anna kept pulling at her tight-fitting slacks, she couldn't wait to get out of this place too.

“Anything yet?”

The angel shook her head. “Nothing.”

Jo slumped her shoulders and brought a free hand to her face, pushing the hair from her eyes. “This is pointless.”

“Maybe we're just looking in the wrong places?” Anna clicked the power button on the EMF in her hand and shut it off. “You're sure the children were murdered in the basement?”

“I'm pretty positive. I mean, you saw the way the host was when she–”

Anna lunged forward and clapped her hand over Jo's mouth.

At the other side of the room, something was dragging across the floor but they couldn't see it.

Jo shrugged the hand from her face, not noticing Anna looking down at her intently as she reached for her knife.

The women stepped carefully forward, eyes locked on the place the sound was coming from. Jo was clutching the knife tightly in her hand as Anna groped for the gun in her purse. They held their breath, inching a little closer. Just as Jo was about to take the opportunity and attack, the basement door opened up and a path of light from upstairs shined down into the room.

The noise they were tracking suddenly disappeared and both Anna and Jo began scrambling with their weapons and their purses.

“Shit.” Jo fumbled with her knife and EMF, trying to stuff them both safely into the big pocket of her bag.

“Jo and Anna Milton? Are you down there?” The host's voice bounced off the cement walls.

Anna was trying to fit the handgun back into her purse but had somehow gotten her arm tangled in Jo's purse at the same time.

“Uh...just a minute...” The angel called up, locking her eyes with Jo's as they both realized what was happening.

In one quick moment, both women fell back onto the floor, Anna landing with her knee between Jo's legs, their arms wound up like a pretzel with their purses in between. As the hunter's back hit the ground the air was knocked out of her, causing a moan to escape her lips.

“I thought I made it clear that the basement was off lim–”

The host was now standing above them, looking down completely and utterly confused as Anna suddenly decided this was the best time for them to play their parts. She slid her hands up Jo's chest, caressing the blonde's face.

“Anna, what the hell?” Jo hissed under her breath, picking her head up from the cold floor.

“Baby, shh.” Anna cooed, covering the hunter's mouth with a finger. “I'm so sorry, miss. We um...we couldn't control ourselves.”

The plump woman nodded slowly, still staring.

Anna pulled herself up into a sitting position, leaving Jo still laying on the ground with her finger over her lips. “We're newly weds, you see and well, we just couldn't wait.”

Jo's brow wrinkled and Anna pressed her finger harder against her lips to make sure not a sound left them.

“This kind of behavior is not exactly appropriate for an open house, I hope you understand.”

Anna smiled and nodded curtly. “Of course. We'll just....let ourselves out.”

Hurrying back up the stairs, the host muttered something to herself that neither Jo or Anna could hear.

Finally standing upright, Anna reached out a hand to help the other woman up. Jo stared at it for a moment before grasping tightly and bursting out laughing as she was lifted to her feet.

Anna joined in, unable to subside her giggles watching Jo crack up like this.

Wrapping an arm around Jo's waist, Anna helped her gain control of the balance she'd lost in the fall to the floor.

“Are we really going to leave?”

Jo shook her head, cheeks red from laughing. “No way. This job just got interesting.”

PROMPT: Gabriel/Anna, assassin AU (Mod)

[faustianaspirant]

Gabriel and Anna are assassins, hired by their respective employers to kill each other.

FILL: (fic) Gabriel/Anna assassin AU (Team Gabriel/Michael)

[fypical]

The bullet hits the cement pillar just beside Gabriel’s head, and he has to duck to avoid getting scalped by flying debris; all the same, he knows it’s a warning shot.

It’s not like his latest attacker’s a bad shot.

He moves fast, pressing his back to another pillar, out of her sightlines (he hopes), and takes a moment to catch his breath. They’ve been chasing each other around Venice for nigh on a week now, and it’s frankly getting sort of tedious. Gabriel almost wishes one of them would swallow their pride and take the very literal bullet.

Instead, he laughs, mockingly, at her.

“Are you flirting with me?” he calls. There’s a click of a rifle that echoes around the piazza, and he instinctively crouches. It’s a good thing, too, since another bullet whizzes just over the top of his head.

At least she’s aiming for a quick kill. Gabriel personally prefers getting up close and seeing the light go, but it’s not for everyone. Hell, it’s maybe only for him. He doesn’t know. It’s not like professional murderers go to bars and discuss their methods.

There’s a ringing laugh, and then a clatter; Gabriel’s smart enough to know she dropped the gun. Good. Hand to hand’s much easier.

There’s a faint thud, and for the first time in a week, Gabriel sees his target – and his stalker – up close.

Well.

He can hardly be blamed for staring. She’s gorgeous, with her long red hair tied back in a braid, sporting leggings and a long tank (hardly protective gear, but he bets it’s comfortable).

“If I was flirting with you,” she replies slowly, advancing on him, “I would’ve aimed for your heart.”

It’s a bad joke. Gabriel laughs anyway, lets his knife slide down his sleeve and into his hand.

“What am I worth?” he asks her. “I mean, I figure I oughta know how much you’re gettin’ paid to run around with that antique you were shooting at me with.”

Her eyes narrow. Gabriel watches her very carefully, and readjusts his grip on the knife.

“By the looks of you?” she replies, and Gabriel’s being sloppy (maybe deliberately, he’s damn tired of this cat and mouse) because she’s far too close for him to get a good jab in. “Way more than they’re paying me.”

It’s not what he was expecting, and he raises an eyebrow, grins at her. She’s a breath away now.

“I’m Anna,” she murmurs, her lips just barely brushing his. “You wanna put that knife away, maybe you can find out what I’m really worth.”

Gabriel sort of mentally shrugs and flicks the knife back into its sheath in his sleeve.

“I got paid up front,” he returns, his grin growing a little. “And I like the way you think.”

PROMPT: (fic) Castiel/Lucifer; excessive coffee drinking (Team Castiel/Lucifer

[pandalianxx]

Coffeeshop AU; Lucifer frequents the coffee shop Castiel works at, but tends to spend more time staring at the poor barista rather than actually drinking the coffee. It’s not that Lucifer’s shy - he’s just waiting for the right moment to strike.

FILL (fic): Coffee Shop AU, Castiel/Lucifer (Team Adam/Michael)

[ladyknightanka]

"Cas," Dean whispers, just a little too loud.

"Hm?" Castiel doesn't look away from the milk he's stirring into a coffee cup.

Dean leans even closer and says, "He's here again."

"Who?" Castiel asks, but his whole body tenses. He knows. He'd just wanted to ignore it for a little bit longer.

"You know," Dean says, gesticulating his arms wildly, nearly knocking a whirring coffee machine over, "Mr. Tall, Blond and Creepy! That guy who always comes in and asks for you, specifically, to take his order, make it, and bring it to him! That guy!"

Several sensations accost Castiel at once - the warm feeling in his chest that dawns from Dean worrying about him, nervousness over this news, pain, because Dean's fidgeting has enticed a droplet of hot coffee onto the skin between his thumb and forefinger.

"Speaking of orders," Castiel replies eventually, with a pointed glance at his business partner. He allows himself a wan smile when Dean huffs and stalks off, before recalling that the man still waits for him.

"Lucifer," he'd whispered the first day they met, fingers brushing Castiel's purposefully as he passed him money for his order. At Castiel's wide-eyed stare, he'd added, "So you know the name to call when my coffee is ready."

"Mr. Lucifer," Castiel says now, a similar order in hand, though he's never actually seen the man drink it. He seems to favor sitting in the coffee shop till it cools, then dumping it all on his way out, for whatever reason.

"Please," Lucifer replies, smirk smooth as butter on a roll, "no 'misters' necessary. Call me Lucifer, Cas."

He ignores how Castiel bristles at the overly-intimate nickname and accepts the coffee cup. It only serves to unnerve Castiel that much more, but he refuses to show it.

Forcing another smile to curl his lips, Castiel says, "Perhaps I will call you Lucifer, if you tell me how I can convince you to drink my coffee?"

Lucifer's eyebrows arch in slight surprise, but his smirk doesn't slip, even as he chuckles.

"Well, you're certainly more forward than I predicted. Do you really want to know, Cas?" he drawls, earning a curt nod of Castiel's head. Lucifer leans conspiratorially forward, in response, and whispers, "I prefer not to drink alone."

He winks. Castiel blinks, then, very precariously, takes a seat, ignoring the way Dean's glare bores into his back, no doubt frightening the customers at the register.

"I...may have a few minutes," Castiel says, though his fingers bunch into the material of his apron, just below the table.

Lucifer grins. If a predator is patient enough, his prey will find him sans effort. "Perfect."

PROMPT: Michael/Adam, role reversal AU (Team Adam/Michael)

[ladyknightanka]

Michael's just an average guy. Adam is prince of Heaven, the only angel with both the strength and willpower to take down his rebellious brother, Sam, but he needs a vessel first.

FILL: Michael/Adam, role reversal AU (Team Adam/Michael)

[pandalianxx]

Michael leaned against his bathroom wall, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Or, at least, what should have been his reflection. His jaw was tense, blue eyes glaring at the glass that stood tall in front of him.

“So let me clarify the subject. Your name is Adam, you’re supposedly the prince of Heaven and you want to use my body as a vessel so you can kill your brother Samuel? And you need me to say ‘yes’ in order to do that?”

“Not kill,” the other sighed, his face taking an expression that said ‘you’re-an-idiot.’ “Just stop from destroying the world. Is it really that hard to understand?”

“Not exactly. I’m just wondering when I started going crazy.”

“You’re not insane,” the exasperated tone was evident in Adam’s voice, his hand - Michael’s hand! - reaching up to his forehead as if he had a headache. “Have a little more faith, would you?”

“Obviously I’m insane. I’m having a conversation with myself in my head, which means my imagination is going wild or I’m developing multiple personalities.”

“You aren’t crazy, and I’m not your imagination. I’m very much real. Now, if you wake up and have a little faith, then maybe I can prove it to you.” Adam rolled his eyes, frustration clearly showing on his (Michael’s. It was getting a little difficult to differentiate himself from the so-called ‘angel.’) face.

“Why do you need consent in the first place?”

“It’s a technicality from Heaven. Besides, if you’re so adamant about convincing yourself that I’m not real, then why don’t you just say yes already? Your own imagination can’t kill you!”

Michael paused at this, huffing a little. “But you’d still be in control of my body, right? The extra personality would be the one out in the world while I end up stuck in this bathroom until you finally get tired. I think I’d prefer to get to know you better first.”

Adam’s frown deepened, one of his hands resting against the mirror. With a gently push, the limb went through the glass towards Michael. Said man tensed against the wall, trying to back further into it but finding himself stuck.

Once the other’s whole body was through, Michael found himself unable to look away. Adam had taken on a different form, one with blond hair and a soulful look in his eye. And the wings.

Oh dear lord, the wings.

There were three sets of them, large and beautiful with feathers that seemed to shimmer in the light. In fact, they seemed to glow softly, the limbs twitching and if they were fidgeting from nervousness.

Adam, himself, held a slightly sheepish look on his face, though the hint of a smile was tugging at his lips. He stepped forward, towards Michael, who found himself unconsciously moving forward. At this revelation, he shook himself and stood straight, locking his jaw.

“I suppose I have a bit of time to ‘get to know you.’” He murmured, stopping in front of the dark-haired male. “If that’s what it takes to get you to say yes.”

A gentle hand moved to caress his cheek. Adam let the small tug on his lips turn into a whole smile, one that made Michael lose his breath. Blue eyes gazed into blue, unable to look away.

With a shake of his head, Michael leaned forward, pressing his lips to the angel’s. There was a faint hint of something otherworldly in the kiss, something inhuman and unimaginable. He brought his own hand up to wrap around the blonde’s waist, the other hand slowly stroking the feathers on Adam’s wings.

“Michael, please, I just need you to say yes. Just say yes, and I promise you, nothing will happen to your body while I’m in it. I’ll make sure of it.”

Michael pulled away, eyes searching Adam’s honest gaze. After a few moments, Adam sighed, shaking his head.

“What the hell, you aren’t listening. We’ll talk about this later.”

And with that, Adam pulled Michael back for another kiss, mouths moving in a steady, calm rhythm.

PROMPT: Any, In Space, (Monster of the Week)

[cantarina]

Interpret "in space" as you will, although I'd be extra tickled to see what this 'verse looks like with spaceships in it.

FILL: Any, In Space, (Team Lucifer/Sam)

[inkymoon]

[Went for a graphic with this one, hope you like XD]

PROMPT: Anna/Jo, the tough ones have a heart too (Team Anna/Jo)

[belisaros]

Anna Milton always lived a simple life working in the library, wondering what would feel like to fall madly in love. Until Jo Harvelle, (the new lonely-troublemaker girl), with her motorcycle and that mysterious look, runs into her life without any kind of warning.

FILL: Anna/Jo, the tough ones have a heart too (Team Castiel/Crowley)

[ukemeansukrainian]

"Anna! Will you quit reading and help me carry these?" a voice comes from the entrance of the library.
Anna Milton sits at the front desk, her nose in another cliche romance novel. She appears not to have heard her co-worker. Her focus is mainly on a handsome boy trying to win over a pretty girl. Only when a giant stack of books is slammed down beside her does she look up. Startled, she stammers, "Wait, what? Oh gosh, I'm so sorry, June, I didn't even here you."
Sighing dejectedly, the other girl replies, "Isn't that always the case? You're always wrapped up in some stupid romance. I don't even understand. You work in a library, I'm pretty sure you can find other books of substantial quality."
"I read them for the plot!" the redhead protests. Seeing the disbelieving look fon June's face, "Oh come on. You can't say that you haven't wanted something like this," she waves the book around, "for yourself? Fall in love with someone, have them sweep you off your feet?"
A chime rings, signaling someone entering the building. A young woman approaches the desk at which June and Anna were conversing. She had a windswept appearance, as if she had been driving with her head out the window. She glances from Anna to June, back to Anna again.
"Hey, can either of you help me find something?" she says, flicking her long blonde hair over her shoulder. With a blush, she laughs, "It's, well, not the most common subject."
"Uh, yeah, sure, what do you need?" Anna asks, suddenly very self-conscious.
The girl giggles again. Anna decides she could listen to it for just about ever. "It's pretty strange, but do you have any mythology books on lake monsters?"
With a skeptical glance, she asks, "Lake monsters? Maybe, lemme check." She messes around with the computer, finding almost nothing. "I do have one book on mythology... the others are either novels or information on the lake nearby."
"Okay, yeah could you show me to the mythology one?"
"Sure, follow me," Anna motions to the girl. "So, I haven't seen you before, are you new here? I'm Anna, by the way," she says, working her way through the bookshelves. She throws a glance over her shoulder every few seconds, to make sure she didn't lose her companion.
"The name's Jo. I just drove into town a day ago. Not staying for long, just on a job."
They stop at a particular bookshelf. Anna searches as she talks. "A job? What kind of work do you do?"
"I hunt monsters," she says, completely deadpan. It takes a second for Anna to realize the sarcasm.
"Haha, very funny." She tries to play along, "Are you looking for a lake monster then?" Anna asks, handing her the book.
This causes Jo to give her a rather coy smile. "You bet," she says, and changes the subject.
***
Anna helps her check out her book, and on her way out, Jo says with the same flirty smile, "Y'know, if you wanna join me... Looking for monsters gets lonely. And my motorcycle has two seats..." she trails off.
After staring for a good moment, Anna does a quick mental check. Really, how bad could it be? A pretty girl, monsters and a motorcycle? The pro's definitely outweigh the con's.
Although it may not have been a precise excerpt from a novel, Anna couldn't imagine anything better than flying down the small town street, with her arms clinging tight to Jo.

PROMPT: Gabriel/Any, mafia AU (Team MotW)

[shadownashira]

Gabriel and another character of your choice are in the mafia; their positions in the organisation are up to you.

FILL: Gabriel/Any, mafia AU (Team Castiel/Lucifer)

[pandalianxx]

Amber orbs flickered up to greet those of his boss, a smirk climbing up the man's face. His arms crossed against his suit-clad chest, the usual air of confidence radiating off him. Gabriel came to stop in front of the neat desk, standing respectively to the boss of their 'family.'

"So who's the unlucky son of a bitch we're collectin' from today, Michael?"

"His name is Andy Gallaghar. He's a rather... easily intimidated man. The meeting's in about an hour's time from now. Balthazar will be with you this time around. Unfortunately, Castiel and Lucifer have been been held up in another appointment."

Gabriel snorted, his eyes rolling. "You mean they finished whatever the hell they needed to do and then decided they'd take the rest of the day off to fuck around."

Michael shook his head, though the corner of his lip twitched a fraction upwards. He laid his elbows on his desk, blue eyes taking in the appearance of the capodecina. "I'm surprised you even bothered to dress correctly for once."

"Hmph. These outfits are ridiculous!" Gabriel inched closer to the desk, placing both his hands on the edge of the desk. "I feel like one of Rachel's Barbie dolls."

"I see." Michael's voice was void of any emotion, his eyes giving no hint of his thoughts. "However, they are required. We are professionals, Gabriel. High class protectors. Not low lives looking for money."

"Nah, but we still want the money."

"But of course. Money is power in this society."

Gabriel let out a grunt of displeasure, which prompted a sigh from his boss. The taller man stood from the large chair he had been seated at, a hand reaching out to the shorter of the two. Fingers slid against the brown-haired man's cheek, reaching to place with a honey strand. Any formality between the two melted away at that moment.

Gabriel sagged a bit, reaching into his pocket to unwrap a candy. "Hey, Mike, you ever get tired of this life?"

The other diverted his gaze from the searching amber, instead coming to concentrate on the strands of hair between his fingers. His mouth remained a firm line, showing no intention of giving an answer.

"You're such a dick, you know," Gabriel muttered, grumbling as he popped the caramel in his mouth. "Would it kill you to relax for once?"

"Unlike you, I have a mafia to run. You, on the other hand, choose to remain a lazy lump."

Gabriel shook his head, chewing on the caramel thoughtful before swallowing. When he caught sight of his boss watching his throat, his smirk ran right back up his face. The shorter man stepped back from his brother, moving around the desk until he stood in front of the dark-haired male.

"I think I've got an idea on how to get that stick out of your ass. At least, momentarily. You wouldn't be as attractive otherwise." He snaked one arm around Michael's head, fingers curling to grab at the dark hair while his lips sought out his boss'. Gabriel stepped forward, his free hand gently nudging the taller male back into the chair he had been sitting in earlier.

Besides, he had an hour to kill.

PROMPT: Any f/f or f+f, Role Reversal, (Team MotW)

[cantarina]

Make the two Rubys demon-hunting sisters tracking down the demon who looks first like Dean, then Sam. Ruby is the fallen angel and Anna is the demon! Ellen resents Jo, who doesn't know anything but an ordinary life, for keeping her from hunting. Witches save the world after Sam and Dean nearly bring about its end. Whatever tickles your fancy, just so long as the focus of the story is on the women.

Re: PROMPT: Any f/f or f+f, Role Reversal, (Team MotW)

[devyn_rose]

So, how set are you on it being role reversal? Because I have an idea for a post season 6 Amelia Novak+Lisa Braeden thing where they become hunters/witches/something like that and clean up the Winchesters' and/or Castiel's messes, but I'm not sure if that's technically what you're looking for...

PROMPT: Anna/Jo, Righteous woman! AU (Team Anna/Jo)

[belisaros]

Jo Harvelle went to hell after making a deal to save her little sister, Jess. But she never thought she was part of God's plan, and of course she never thought she was going to be brought back to earth by Annael, an angel of the lord, to start the final war.
Basically, Jo is the righteous woman and Michael's vessel, while Jess is Lucifer's vessel. Anna is the angel who rebels against heaven.

FILL (fanmix): Anna/Jo, Righteous woman! AU (Team MotW)

[cantarina]

1. Providence (Front Line Assembly, 9:22)
2. Apocalypse Lullaby (Wailin' Jennys, 4:10)
3. Honey (The Hush Sound, 3:39)

Download mix here

Prompt: Castiel/Sam, H/C (Team Lucifer/Sam)

[suchanadorer]

When Sam comes down with the flu, he does everything he can to hide it from Castiel, until he gets so sick that he can't get out of bed.

FILL: fic, H/C (Team Castiel/Sam)

[piratecat]

"Sam?"

Sam whirled around, startled. Of course Castiel would catch him here.

"Uh, hey Cas. What's up?"

Cas gave him a curious look. "Dean sent me to tell you to 'get back to the car already.' He has already procured food for the trip."

Sam grimaced; no doubt Dean's idea of food included nothing more than BBQ chips and peanut M&Ms. His stomach roiled at the thought.

"Yeah, sorry, I was just wandering around. Guess I didn't notice Dean had checked out already."

"You were wandering around in the pharmacy section?" Castiel asked curiously. Not suspicious, like Dean would have been.

"Yeah, you know. Just...going wherever my feet take me."

Actually he'd been looking at cough suppressants. But then he'd started feeling lightheaded again and zoned out staring at a row of brightly colored boxes of Sudafed PE. And now there was no chance he could surreptitiously buy anything while neither of his companions were looking.

"Let's head out to the car, yeah?"

Cas nodded and led the way to the front of the store, then out the door and to the Impala.

"Finally," Dean muttered when he slipped into the passenger seat. Cas climbed into the back. "Want some chips, Sasquatch?"

Sam's stomach almost rebelled at the sight of the bag Dean held out to him. "No thanks," he managed to say with a tight smile. "All I want to do is sleep, actually. Stayed up last night."

Dean gave him a look. "You feelin' alright, Sammy?"

"I'd tell you if I wasn't," Sam assured him, and turned to lean his forehead against the cool window so Dean wouldn't see the lie.

And it's not exactly a lie--normally if he was coming down with something, he would tell his brother right away. Then Dean would call him a sickly princess and grumble a lot, but he would let them stay in one place for a few days and even bring him semi-healthy food and meds until he was better. But that had been before Cas had joined their little group.

Dean had caught the flu a week and a half ago, and Cas had freaked out over it. He'd hovered over his bedridden human, worried and trying to be helpful. That included bringing whatever kind of food Dean wanted (even stuff that he should have known he wouldn't be able to keep down), picking up medicine and boxes of tissues, even the whole 'put a wet cloth on his forehead to help with fever' thing. And okay, at the time it had been kind of funny, but then a few days after Dean felt better Sam had started to feel sick. Then he'd started to wonder if Cas would do the same kind of thing for him, and then he'd realized that he really really really did not want to find out.

So he decided to hide it. He'd been taking cough suppressants until he ran out the day before, and trying to sniffle discreetly, and huddling under his blankets in a pile of misery once it was dark enough no one would see. Stupid, yeah, but he had a good reason. He was kinda...interested. In Cas. Calling it a crush would be stupid, but it was something similar (but definitely more manly). And the idea of Cas focusing on him for any extended period made him feel vaguely sick because there was no chance in hell that Cas wouldn't notice his completely inappropriate feelings for the angel if they were in extended contact.

He could only imagine what a disaster that would be.

So yeah, he was trying to hide being sick from Dean, but mostly because he didn't want Cas to know, because if Cas knew it would screw everything up and then Dean would be mad at him and Castiel would probably hate him too and they might leave him behind or something and--

Maybe he really should take a nap.

Sam took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he was in bed. Cas was standing over him and looking at him in something like disapproval.

"Cas?" he asked groggily. "What--when did I get here?"

"You did not wake up when we pulled into the motel," Cas told him. His voice was even more expressionless than usual. Probably a bad sign. "I carried you in."

Sam didn't know how to respond to that. He attempted to evade Castiel's gaze. "Wow. Must've been more tired that I thought," he tried, hoping Cas would believe it.

"You are sick," Cas stated, quashing those hopes. "With Dean's flu, I believe."

"Oh," Sam said simply.

Cas glared. "You hadn't realized?"

"I...guess not?"

Castiel frowned. "Dean has gone out to get some medicine. Something more effective than just cough suppressants." That is definitely disapproval he hears.

"It's not that bad," Sam protested. He started trying to get up, but a wave of dizziness hit him and he fell back into the mattress. Cas immediately moved into his space and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You are staying in bed, Sam," he reprimanded. "And I will take care of you."

"No!" Sam protested. "No, that's fine, you really don't have to--"

"I want to," Cas cut him off. "And you are going to let me." He narrowed his eyes, as if daring Sam to tell him otherwise.

"I don't wanna be a bother," Sam tried again, but Cas was shaking his head before he can even finish the thought.

"It is no trouble, Sam. I told you, I want to take care of you."

And that is exactly what Sam didn't need to hear, as it caused a bright red blush to erupt across his face. He attempted to hide it by scooting down under the blanket, but Cas's hand moved to his forehead before he could make his escape.

"You have a fever," he said, concerned. Sam couldn't help it; he melted under the touch.

"But I'm cold," he said quietly.

Cas moved the blanket up and sat next to him. "I'll take care of you," he said again.

"Okay," Sam relented, and closed his eyes again. He was almost asleep when the bed shifted and he felt Cas press a kiss to his forehead.

Okay, so maybe being sick wouldn't be so bad. He could always pin any embarrassing slip-ups on being feverish.

And of course it's the fever talking when he thinks, just for a moment, that maybe Cas could like him back.

PROMPT: Castiel/Lucifer, rainy day highschool!AU (Team Castiel/Lucifer)

[pandalianxx]

highschool!AU; It’s storming outside and Castiel absolutely wont go back inside. It’s cold and wet and he’s unresponsive to anyone who approaches him. It’s all Luci’s fault, anyways, so it’s only natural that he’s the one to drag him out of his bout of unfeeling. (can be either fluffy or angst)

Fill: fic, Rainy Night, (Team Lucifer/Sam)

[suchanadorer]

“Castiel, come back inside!”

Lucifer folds his arms over his chest and leans forward, looking up at the sky beyond the edge of the porch. Rain runs down off the roof in streams, and the sky is dark and brooding. Lightning flashes, and for a moment the yard is lit up like it’s midday. Thunder booms in its wake and Castiel doesn’t even flinch where he stands, arms outstretched and face turned up into the rain.

Castiel is soaked. His white t-shirt clings to his slender frame and his hair is plastered down on his head. He blinks to keep the water out of his eyes, but otherwise he is unmoving, a statue in the yard with a blank expression. His breath makes puffs of steam around his face in the cool night air.

“Cas, please!” Lucifer sighs and shifts his weight, but Castiel gives no sign that he’s heard him calling. “You’re going to get sick if you stay out in the rain.”

“You don’t care,” Castiel mumbles. It’s almost lost as thunder rolls around them again, but Lucifer hears it and flinches at the pain in Castiel’s voice.

“Of course I care,” he shouts back. “Would I be out here if I didn’t care?”

Castiel doesn’t answer, and Lucifer feels a pang of guilt. This is his fault and he knows it, but it hurts to see how upset he’s made Castiel.

Lucifer shakes his head and turns to go inside. He returns a moment later with a towel and an umbrella, and sees that Castiel has given up on standing; now he’s kneeling in the wet grass, and even from here Lucifer can see that he’s shivering. He tucks the towel under his arm and pushes the umbrella open before stepping down off the porch and crossing the grass..

“The neighbors will stare,” Lucifer says quietly, and he smiles to himself when he sees Castiel start at the closeness of his voice. Lucifer steps forward until he’s standing at Castiel’s shoulder, close enough for the umbrella to cover them both.

Castiel’s arms fall to his sides and his head drops forward. “Why, Lucifer?” He asks, lifting his head to follow Lucifer with his eyes as Lucifer walks around to face him, careful to keep Castiel under the umbrella.

“Here, hold this,” Lucifer says, and Castiel raises his arm obediently, clutching the handle of the umbrella so that Lucifer can drop to one knee and wrap the towel around his shoulders. Lucifer rubs at his wet clothes and skin, but Castiel doesn’t stop shaking, so he leans in and wraps his arms around him.

“Why couldn’t you stay?” Castiel asks again, desperation in his shaking voice.

“It’s not my call,” Lucifer replies, rubbing circles between Castiel’s trembling shoulders. Thunder rumbles and rain lashes at them from the side, whipped up by a strong autumn wind. “Those are rules I can’t follow, so I’m out of here.”

“You say you care too much,” Castiel answers. “But not enough to change your mind and stay with me.”

“Is that what you think?” Lucifer asks, pulling back to look at Castiel’s face. Lightning flashes, and when it lights up Castiel’s face Lucifer can see that he’s has been crying. When their eyes meet, Castiel’s well up with tears again.

Castiel nods and pulls in a shaky breath. “So I’m going to stay out here in the rain until I’m cold like you. Then I won’t feel, and then this won’t hurt.” His voice breaks at the end, and Lucifer is sure his heart is breaking with it.

Wind tugs at the umbrella, and Castiel loses his grip. It goes tumbling away across the yard but neither of them move except to hold each other tighter.

“I don’t want to leave you, but I can’t stay here, Cas.” Lucifer is dressed for the cold, but he can feel water running down inside the collar of his jacket, and Castiel’s shivering is only getting worse. “You have to come inside so we can talk about this.”

“I don’t have to do anything. I don’t want to do anything,” Castiel protests. “I love you, and you’re leaving me,” he says before dissolving into uncontrollable sobbing.

“I love you, too,” Lucifer shouts over the thunder. He slips his arms under Castiel’s and hauls him to his feet. Castiel’s head hangs heavy, and when Lucifer lets go Castiel slumps against him, threatening to sink back onto the ground. “Now please, come with me inside.”

Castiel shakes his head where it’s resting against Lucifer’s collarbone. Lucifer props him up and slips an arm around his waist. Castiel’s lips are alarmingly cold when Lucifer kisses him, and he can feel how Castiel’s teeth are chattering.

Lucifer kisses him again and again, gently pushing them back towards the house. “I love you,” he mutters against Castiel’s lips. “I love you, I love you.”

Castiel is still crying, but he’s not fighting the small steps backwards. Lucifer stops them just before they hit the stairs. He brushes Castiel’s hair back off his forehead and leans back to look at him.

“Will you come with me?”

“Inside, or away?” Castiel’s eyes search Lucifer’s face, and for a moment Lucifer is torn. He wants the best for Castiel and he knows he can’t give it to him, but he also knows that this sweet boy would follow him to the ends of the earth if Lucifer asked him to, and Lucifer’s not sure he’s strong enough to make Castiel stay behind.

“We can talk about that after you’re warm and dry,” he offers.

Castiel gives a tiny nod, and Lucifer smiles, relief flooding through him. He steps up onto the first stair and Castiel follows, still leaning heavily against him. Water runs off both of them as they make their way to the door.

Prompt: Lucifer/Sam, Long Distance Relationship (Team Lucifer/Sam)

[suchanadorer]

Sam and Lucifer met online. Dean was less than thrilled by Sam's new relationship, so Sam was the one who had to travel to meet Lucifer. After a wonderful two weeks together, they now find themselves at the airport.

FILL: Lucifer/Sam, Up in the Air (Team Michael/Lucifer/Gabriel)

[mcjennjen]

[omg i've never written samifer ever....]

This wasn't how he had planned on spending his time in the airport to head back to Kansas. Then again, this wasn't how he had planned on spending his trip to visit his boyfriend for the first time. Sure, they'd known each other for months now. They'd chatted online and talked on the phone, text one another constantly when they could, but this trip did not turn out the way Sam had planned.

It'd turned out even better.

They'd spent two whole weeks together, getting to know one another on a much more personal level where they could stay tangled up all night, only to get up and sight see around Manhattan all day (okay, and maybe get tangled up between sights to see as well). Their two weeks had been perfect, and somehow on their last full day together, drunk on happy, and possibly a few too many glasses of wine at dine, was even better. They'd found themselves at the city courthouse, binding themselves to one another legally and hoping that they could figure out their living situation soon enough.

Now, in the airport together with an hour left before Sam could start boarding his plane, the extremely tall man was clinging to his new husband like he was his only lifeline.

Lucfier's arms were wrapped around Sam, knowing his pressed white shirt would have a tear stain on the shoulder by the time this was all over, but he didn't mind. Not one bit. "It's going to be just fine Sam." He said, his hand smoothing over Sam's back. "You'll go home and start packing, I'll start looking for a new apartment that's big enough for both of us. It'll all work out just fine." He finished. it wasn't as if finding a new place to live would be too hard with his financial standing, but the thought of searching without the man he'd be living with would be the hard part.

Sam sniffled into Lucifer and pulled back, just far enough to nuzzle into Lucifer's cheek and kiss along his jaw for a moment. "I just want to stay with you though." he replied quietly. It was what both of them wanted, but that went without saying from the older man.

That was how it stayed for the hour, clinging to one another and trying to be reassured by what was to come, and quickly. The thought of having to explain to Sam's brother Dean wasn't a positive note, but they got past it. Dean didn't have much say in Sam's life when it came to this, especially since it had already come to pass. They were married. Sam and Lucifer were bound together under God and the State of New York. It would all work out. It had to.

The time finally came and at the gate, standing just before the aport attendant, they stood clinging much like they had been when they were sitting not too far away.

"Call me as soon as you land." Lucifer hadn't even pulled away completely from his new husband. His lips were still against Sam's, just a whisper apart so they could speak a bit.

"I will." Sam said, his forehead leaning against Lucifer's.

"And let me know how Dean reacts. I don't want to go out to Kansas, but I will if need be."

"He'll probably come with me to New York when I start moving everything."

It was the same conversation they'd had a dozen times since their last minute wedding and one they'd had twice in the airport. It was inevitable though. Dean was a huge part of Sam's life and as soon as he was on that plane, he'd have to deal with his brother all on his own.

"I look forward to meeting him." Lucifer leaned in and kissed Sam again. "I look forward to you moving here even more though."

"I do too."

It was perfect timing, the final call for boarding where Sam had to separate from Lucifer and they would hope that everything wen't as smoothly as their short relationship had gone so far.

Prompt: Ash/Jo, coffeeshop!AU (Team Ash/Jo)

[bluemyrian]

Instead of a bar, Jo works at a little coffee shop. A coffee shop frequented by a particularly shy MIT student.

FILL: Blizzard (Team Ash/Jo)

[roadhouseshipper]

It got kinda long, couldn't help myself: http://archiveofourown.org/works/571361

PROMPT: Matchmaker Sam/Lucifer (Gabe cameo?) (Team Lucifer/Sam)

[inkymoon]

Gabriel gets sick of his brother hovering around the human and decides to do something about it in his own unique way by shoving them together in TV Land...

FILL: Matchmaker Sam/Lucifer (w/ Gabriel) (Team Adam/Lucifer/Michael)

[maydei]

Honestly, it was exhausting to watch.

As an archangel, Gabriel had seen a lot of things over the years; a lot of humans pining over each other, a lot of fighting over others, stupid relationship stuff that just seemed petty. And it really was — humans were such jealous creatures. They did stupid things, it was expected.

Archangels were supposed to be above such behavior. Gabriel supposed that, in Hell, Lucifer probably didn't get the memo.

He'd been watching his brother pine over his vessel-to-be for months, and it was honestly pathetic. Who would have thought that the great, fearsome Lucifer, who disobeyed Heaven and was cast into the Pit, would be such a softie over one little human? (But, Gabriel considered, if it was gonna be a human, it just figured that it would be a Winchester.) He'd had enough.

He waited until they weren't expecting it — Sam had been asleep, Lucifer sitting somewhere alone and grousing over Sam's denial. Then, with a huge grin and a snap of his fingers, he popped them back into TV Land, got some popcorn, and waited for the show to start.

--


'About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Lucifer was an archangel. Second, there was a part of him, and I didn't know how dominant that part might be, that longed for my body. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.'

"Wait, what?!" Sam looked around in horror, finding himself in the cab of some busted-up pickup truck in the middle of some godforsaken woods in the middle of nowhere.

What the hell was going on?

Someone knocked on his window, and Sam was horrified to find that it was Lucifer, hands mysteriously shoved into his pockets, a pouty, brooding look on his gorgeous face and—

NO.

Sam stumbled out of the truck, body tensed for a fight as he reached for a gun in his waistband that wasn't there. How was this happening? This had to be some sort of nightmare. Some awful, rose-tinted, teenage-girl romance that he found himself in, or a bad trip, or something.

"We can't keep doing this," Lucifer said quietly, not even looking at Sam. "I'll hurt you. I'm dangerous."

"Damn straight!" Sam snapped, drawing Lucifer's surprised gaze. "Put me back; whatever you did, put me back home. This has to be breaking some sort of archangel code."

"I follow the rules," Lucifer said with an offended look. "It's the angels that don't; those are the ones you're in danger of."

Wait, so this wasn't Lucifer that was doing this? Then who — and then it hit him. Gabriel. Of course. Which meant that, not only was this awful, and not only WAS this a bad, rose-tinted teenage-girl romance; it was WORSE.

It was Twilight.

--

"No; you are NOT driving me home," Sam complained loudly, despite Lucifer's protests about gas mileage and the economy. "If you cared about the economy, you wouldn't have started the Apocalypse, asshole!"

Lucifer had nothing to say to that.

--

Dean was appropriately flabbergasted when Sam grumbled at breakfast that there was a guy following him around. Threatening to shoot the guy with his hunting rifle or put a restraining order out with all his influence as a small-town cop, Sam made his sour protests that Dean shouldn't. Despite his longing to keep Lucifer as far away as possible, Sam knew that he wouldn't get out unless he played his role.

Maybe he would just take the rifle himself, instead.

--

Perhaps the only good point of the whole ordeal was having Lucifer as a bio lab partner, despite the enraptured look on his face when Sam started a blood type test. And, contrary to a lifetime of hunting, Sam found himself getting faint at the sight. Humiliating.

He would have sooner rolled over and died than let Lucifer carry him from the room. Unfortunately, Lucifer carrying him was exactly what happened.

--

For nearly a week, this went on — Lucifer cornering him in hallways, making Sam miss the days of personal space. Lucifer also made a point of sitting next to him every day at lunch, eating nothing, but watching the movement of Sam's mouth like he'd never seen anything more interesting. Then, all of a sudden his face changed, twisting with concentration.

"What's that face for?" Sam asked with a sigh.

Lucifer gave him a frustrated and bewildered look. "I can't read your mind."

"Good," Sam said simply, and went back to his meal, tensing when Lucifer continued to stare at him. "Seriously, what is the big deal—?" Sam started, then bumped his lunch tray, sending his apple over the edge of the table. Lucifer hardly seemed to move before he was offering it to Sam, who snatched away with token protests about symbolism and it not meaning a thing.

--

One night, Sam woke up from a gasping nightmare about the world left behind, only to realize that someone's hand was on his shoulder, and was that LUCIFER?

"What are you doing here?" Sam hissed, clutching his blankets closer.

Lucifer looked puzzled. "I'm always here."

"What?" Sam exclaimed, eyes huge. "Every night?"

"I like watching you sleep," Lucifer admitted, looking a little sheepish. "You talk sometimes."

The brunette groaned, turning away from Lucifer, who stayed sitting at the edge of his bed, and Sam could practically feel Lucifer's eyes on his back. He didn't like it; he felt twitchy and awkward. "Can't you, like, not?"

"What do you mean?"

Sam turned over, back toward Lucifer, and gave him an exasperated look. "Like, not look at me. Or just get out of my room while I sleep; it's creepy."

"But I want to protect you."

And damn it, Sam was NOT going to blush, but he buried his face in his pillow and contemplated what would happen if he suffocated himself. "Look," he finally said into the cushion. "If you're going to be a creep, I don't want you towering over me. You might as well lay down."

Lucifer's face lit up and was quick to settle in behind Sam, his arm finally hooking over Sam's waist and cool breath fanning against the back of Sam's neck. It was, strangely, a little comforting.

When he woke up the next morning, Sam was turned around, his face buried into Lucifer's neck. He found, despite his quiet protests, he really didn't mind all that much.

--

Sam wasn't sure if Lucifer didn't quite realize what was going on here— it seemed like his usual behavior sufficed enough that he didn't even NOTICE they were in a different world. Or, maybe it wasn't really Lucifer at all, and Gabriel was just trying to mess with him.

God, but he hoped not. He'd kind of grown to like having Lucifer around, creepy and clueless as he was.

Then, one morning as Lucifer waited around in his room for Sam to get ready, he heard his phone ring. A sinking feeling started in his gut; since he'd gotten here, his phone hadn't gone off at all. Not once.

"Hey, kiddo, how's it going?" Gabriel's voice came from the other line.

"What are you doing?" Sam hissed. "Let me out of this; let both of us out. I have things that need to be done, I have a brother waiting for me. Weren't you all about the destiny gig before?"

"Destiny has taken a turn," Gabriel replied. "If you really want out, you and Lovely Lucy can come to the clearing where you first woke up. 'Ta."

The line went dead.

"Who was that?" Lucifer asked, his face curiously blank.

Sam threw the phone against the wall, hard.

--

When they showed up, Gabriel was waiting, and something in Lucifer's face seemed to click. He stepped protectively in front of Sam.

"Finally got it, huh?" Gabriel asked. "I bet you were wondering why things were so nice."

"You did this," Lucifer hissed. "You made it all up."

"Well," Gabriel replied with a roll of his eyes and a meaningful look at Sam. "Not ALL of it."

Lucifer whirled around, looking at Sam like he was seeing him for the first time; maybe he was. "Sam," he breathed, reaching for his true vessel and holding him covetously close. "You're real?"

"Yeah," Sam said quietly. "I am."

"And... this?"

"Yeah, that's real too," he admitted.

"Mission accomplished!" Crowed Gabriel victoriously. "Good gracious, took you long enough, didn't it? Stubborn Sam." And with a snap of his fingers, they were all standing in an old, ugly motel room.

"Why?" Lucifer asked, staring at his younger brother. "Why did you do this?"

"Watching you pine over each other was pathetic and exhausting, and we all know how I feel about the grand family reunion that is the Apocalypse. I like this world. And if you guys can settle your differences, maybe you can fix it."

Sam looked up at Lucifer uncertainly. "But you wouldn't give up so easily, would you?"

Lucifer blinked, and then slowly started to grin. "Well, maybe if I had some incentive..."

Neither of them noticed that Gabriel had gone, which was just as well as Lucifer leaned down to bring his lips to Sam's.

PROMPT: Tangled, Dean/Cas (Team Lucifer/Sam)

[inkymoon]

Cas has a knot in his feathers and has been looking uncomfortable for days. He's going to need help to get it out, but he's too embarrassed to ask for it...

Fill: fic, Tangled, (Team Lucifer/Sam)

[suchanadorer]

Castiel rolls his shoulders, shifting and straining. He twists an arm up behind his back, but he can only manage to grab at the fabric of his jacket. He can’t get his arm up high enough to reach the matted feathers down low on his wing. It had been nothing more than a nuisance, but now the skin was starting to pull and it hurt, a twinge that had left him short-tempered and distracted all day.

“All right, what the hell’s going on with you?” Dean asks, looking up from the laptop. Sam had gone to the library, and he was picking up dinner on the way back, which left Dean alone in the hotel room, browsing online news articles and local blogs.

At least until a very grumpy and fidgety angel fluttered in and tried so hard to be unobtrusive that Dean couldn’t concentrate on anything else.

“Nothing. Everything’s fine,” Castiel answers after a moment. He’s twisting and turning in front of the full-length mirror, trying desperately to look at his own back.

Dean sighs and slides out of his chair. He crosses the room and stands behind Castiel, one hand on each of the angel’s shoulders. Castiel jumps when Dean touches him, then goes very still.

“Looking for some sort of angelic Kick Me sign or something?” Dean asks, his eyes wandering over Castiel’s shoulders and back. “There’s nothing here.”

He brushes his hand lightly over the coat and Castiel sucks in a breath. “Wait, are you hurt?” Dean frowns and starts pulling at the coat, trying to get it off of Castiel’s shoulders until Castiel twists out of his grip.

“I am not injured,” he protests, and Dean fixes him with a knowing gaze. Castiel lowers his eyes. “I...” he starts, then goes silent for a moment. “This vessel is not hurt, but. It’s my wings.”

Dean straightens and takes a step back, surprise on his face. “Your wings can get hurt?”

Castiel can feel the heat on his face where he’s blushing. He clears his throat and his eyes skit around the room, looking anywhere other than where Dean is watching him with unabashed interest. “Yes. The, umm, the feathers are matted. Normally I ask one of my brothers to take care of it, or I do it myself-”

“But no one’s answering the holy hotline these days,” Dean supplies, and Castiel nods, grateful that he’s been saved having to explain further. “All right,” he says, rubbing his hands together, “what do we do?”

Castiel’s jaw drops and his eyes go wide. He had no idea it was possible for a body to feel this warm and this cold at the same time. “We do nothing, Dean. I will figure out a way to take care of this.”

But Dean is already moving towards him and rolling up his sleeves. “C’mon, Cas, it’s no big deal. I used to bathe Sammy. Cut his hair a couple times, too. This can’t be that different.”

“No, Dean.”

“Look. I’m not having you fussing and grumping here with me until Sam gets back. Let’s take care of this, then I can get back to work. No big deal.”

Castiel is convinced that there is not enough air in the room. He takes deep, gulping breaths as he backs away from Dean, stumbling and then sitting when his calves hit the end of the bed.

Dean walks past him, and for a moment Castiel calms down.

“What do we need?” Dean calls from the bathroom. “A wet washcloth? A comb? Scissors? No. No scissors.”

He returns and dumps his supplies onto the bed where Castiel is still sitting, immobilized by panic. “Can we do this with you still dressed?” Dean asks, seemingly oblivious to Castiel’s internal meltdown. “Take off your coat, at least, so I don’t get it wet. Oh, hey, soap.”

He disappears into the bathroom again and Castiel peels off the coat, his brain running on autopilot at the thought of Dean touching his wings. He strips off his shirt and tie, too, until he’s naked from the waist up.

“There we go,” Dean says. Castiel turns his head to see Dean considering him for a moment, and he feels the flush creep along his skin again.

Dean grabs the extra chair from the table and drags it to the middle of the room, between the two beds. He claps a hand on Castiel’s bare shoulder.

“Here, come sit on this. It’ll be easier.”

Castiel follows obediently, letting Dean guide him so that he’s sitting facing the back of the chair. Dean pulls him and the chair closer to the bed with surprising strength, and Castiel wobbles a little, regaining his balance when Dean plants a hand between his shoulder blades.

“So,” Dean starts, slowly. “I’m guessing I have to see them in order to fix this. You wanna whip ‘em out?”

Castiel grabs at the fabric on his knees and takes a deep breath, centering himself. “Lean back,” he warns, looking back over his shoulder.

Dean flops back onto the bed, propped up on his elbows. Castiel’s wings unfurl elegantly, more solid now than the shadows Dean had seen in the barn that first night. They are so dark that they seem to swallow the light in the room, and they span from wall to wall. Dean stretches to one side to catch a lamp that gets knocked over by the tip of one wing.

Castiel’s right wing is normal, and he folds it back against his body, covering his shoulder and back completely. The left one hangs at an odd angle, and Dean can see the clump of feathers stuck together near the base.

He sits up and reaches out, holding his hand over it but not touching it. “Does it hurt?” He asks, wonder and curiosity in his voice.

Castiel nods. He’s worried if he speaks that his voice will betray him, that Dean will know how much the idea of letting him touch his wings scares and excites him. He’s thought about it many times before, but that was just a fantasy. This is very real, and much more charged than he’d ever imagined.

“How do I start?” Dean’s voice is calm and gentle. Castiel had expected jabs about not being able to take care of himself, but there’s nothing suggesting that Dean is anything other than concerned.

“I don’t know,” Castiel answers. “Angels don’t use water and combs, so I’ve never had to consider it before.”

He hears the scratch of Dean rubbing his hand over his face, and the shift of cloth as Dean moves closer. Castiel can feel the heat from Dean’s body and goosebumps break out along his skin.

Dean’s first touch to his wing is cautious. Castiel goes completely still and lets his eyes fall closed. He bites at his lower lip and tries to swallow down the small, pained noises that well up in his throat when Dean pulls at the feathers, trying to untangle them using just his hands.

The comb makes sharp little noises when it skitters over the feathers, and when it catches Castiel cries out.

“Okay, we’re not using that anymore,” Dean says quietly.

The water in the washcloth has cooled, but it’s still a welcome sensation when it trickles down into his feathers. It’s a contrast to the solid warmth of Dean’s hands. Castiel can feel his muscles relaxing, feel himself unwinding as Dean works through the matted feathers. Dean touches him with greater confidence now, and Castiel can feel the feathers starting to loosen.

Then Dean pushes his fingers down into Castiel’s feathers and Castiel grips the back of the chair so hard the wood creaks. Pleasure shoots through him, and he pants, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Dean,” he moans, and Dean’s hand stops moving.

“I got you, Cas, I’m almost done,” Dean reassures him, resting his other hand on the small patch of skin between Castiel’s wings.

Castiel shifts in the chair, uncomfortably aware of how this human body is responding to Dean’s attention to his wings. Grooming was always an enjoyable past time among the Host, and was often done as an expression of affection, but Castiel can’t imagine that Dean harbors any such feelings for him. This is no different than stitching up a wound, or cutting Sam’s hair. It’s maintenance, nothing more.

“There, all done,” Dean announces, and Castiel stands up so fast that he topples the chair in his effort to get away from Dean’s touch. He moves across the room, stretching and flexing his wing, enjoying the freedom of movement without pain.

“No need to thank me, then.” Dean is right behind him again, and Castiel frowns.

“I apologize, Dean,” he says, staring out the window, not wanting to look at his friend while he makes his admission. “I shouldn’t have let you do this. Grooming is something special between angels, and contact with an angel’s wings elicits a reaction that I know you never intended.”

For a moment the room is silent, and Castiel considers disappearing, flitting off to a far corner of the universe until his shame passes.

“Is that what all that moaning and shuddering was about?” Dean asks, and Castiel can only nod dumbly. “Cas, were you turned on?” Dean pushes, and this time Castiel can’t even bring himself to nod.

“So if I do this, do you like it?” Dean asks, stroking the ridges of Castiel’s wings with both hands.

“Yes,” Castiel whispers, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

“What about this?” He continues, threading his fingers between the long, soft feathers.

“Dean.” Castiel’s voice is breathy and shaky, and he trembles when Dean repeats the motion.

“How about now?” Dean crowds in close, pushing his fingers deep into Castiel’s feathers and pressing his body into the narrow space between the wings. “Do you like that, Cas?” He growls, mouthing at the skin between Castiel’s shoulders.

“Dean, you have to stop,” Castiel protests, but it’s so good that he can’t bring himself to move away. It’s a connection in a way he’s wanted so badly with Dean, but he was sure he’d never have it.

“Stop?” Dean chuckles. “Oh hell no. You are horny and half naked. I want you so bad, and now I know how to get you.”

“We have to be done before Sam gets back,” Castiel points out.

“We will be,” Dean promises, giving him a wicked smile as he pushes

PROMPT: Castiel/Sam, highschool!AU (Team Castiel/Lucifer)

[pandalianxx]

highschool!AU; Sam takes Castiel out one night for an astrology class project. Castiel asks what a ‘wishing star’ is, prompting Sam to explain what it is.

FILL: Castiel/Sam, highschool!AU (Team Lucifer/Sam)

[inkymoon]

“Canes Venatici.  Or at least that’s one of the names for it.”  Sam said stepping a little closer as one hand reached out and he pointed towards the north, “There.  You can see it from here…”

"Some people call it a blue star, but it's not really. It's a constellation. Four whole galaxies up there and from here it just looks like another star. Amazing, huh?" Sam's mouth peeled into a wide smile, a flash of white teeth in the darkness and he turned slightly to see if Castiel was looking.

He was.

Just not at the sky.

And it was then that Sam felt a little uncomfortable. He hadn't realised how close they were standing and in the darkness. Castiel's eyes caught the faintest of reflections and for a moment, Sam thought he could have been looking at the sky again, pinpoints of vivid blue shining up at him. His hand fell, then shifted to rub at the back of his neck - a typically nervous gesture - as he took a step back, the astronomy book clutched tightly in his hand like some kind of shield.

"Four galaxies." Cas repeated in his usual blunt fashion, still staring up at Sam. The younger Winchester nodded, glad that the lack of light would hopefully hide the blush he could feel creeping up his face, heat below his skin

Somewhere in the back of his head a connection was made and he realised Cas was speaking to him, more importantly, asking him a question.  

"Sam? Are you okay?"

“I’m fine.”  He managed to mumble, feeling that heated flush roll over his face one more time.  Maybe a lobotomy would help.  Detach whatever nerves were linking his emotions to the swell of blood vessels and quit marking him out as embarrassed at every opportunity that presented itself.  And as of late there had been more than a few, generally in the presence of the dark haired boy with the piercing blue eyes. He kept telling himself this was for the extra credit, but it wasn't like he needed it.

"What does it mean when the stars move?"

"Huh?" Sam blinked, trying to drag his thoughts back to the 'lesson' he was supposed to be giving.

"When they move. Like that one."

"They all move." He started, "Usually because of the gravitational--"

"No. That one, there."

Sam finally followed the extension of Castiel's arm and he blinked, stunned for a moment. One of the lights in the sky was moving, and Sam had no idea what it was. After a few seconds, the light flared, then flashed across his field of vision, disappearing below the horizon.

"Wow. Make a wish." Sam said, still stunned.

"Why?"

"Shooting star, Cas? When you see one you get to make a wish."

"What does an interstellar body have to do with wish fulfillment?"

"It just… I… Uh… Nothing, I guess. It's folklore. Superstition. It's supposed to be lucky. You wish on a shooting star and… Well… That's it really."

"And my wish has more of a chance of being granted because of what I've seen?"

"I guess so?"

"Okay then."

Sam shook his head slightly, then chuckled, turning his face up to the sky and closing his eyes to make his wish. And as it turns out, apparently making a wish on a shooting star worked, and worked quickly. Hands knotted into the front of his shirt and tugged gently. Sam moved without opening his eyes and the brush of soft warm lips against his own caused a smile to break out on his face. After a moment, he opened his eyes again, seeing Castiel smiling slightly, his head tilted to one side as if in question.

"How'd you know what I wished for?" Sam asked, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment.

"I didn't. But I didn't want to wait for the star to make my wish come true…"

PROMPT: Castiel & (demon)Meg, asylum, (Team Castiel/Sam)

[piratecat]

Castiel and Meg have some time to bond (possibly with board games) at the season 7 asylum before the Winchesters reappear. Could be gen or shipping?

FILL: Castiel&Meg, Bonding In the Crazy House, (Team Castiel/Lucifer)

[tabbyadorer]

Meg was an evil, manipulative bitch. Not to mention a demon. There are some family lines out there that tremble at the mere mention of her name for what she did to their ancestors. She keeps this all in mind as crazy Boy Wonder pulls out Candyland and looks at her, those brilliant blues shining with excitement. She sighs and puts down her trashy romance novel. It really wasn't that interesting anyway.

They set up the board and Meg always calls dibs on the red guy. Cas always picks the blue one and at first Meg thought he was doing it to antagonize her. She now knows that Cas has a few too many screws loose to do that.

"Which character is your favorite, Meg?" Cas asks, voice too childlike for a being so old. It's unsettling at best.

"Lord Licorice." Meg replies instantly. Cas frowns at that and Meg sneers at him, "What? You got a beef with the guy or something?"

Cas shakes his head, "It should have occurred to me that you would pick the villain, you being a creature of perdition and all." Meg feels vaguely insulted by this, "Actually, Clarence, he's my favorite because since crawling my way outta Old Smokey, I've developed a liking for licorice."

If it were anyone else, admitting something so human would have been unthinkable. But here with a once powerful being, she finds herself softening. She thinks that if the Winchesters manage to fix him, that it will be like losing a friend. She tries not to dwell on it too much.

Cas smiles at her, and it's still disarming after all this time, "I like licorice too!" The thought of such a small bond has Cas humming absentmindedly as he moves his piece up a couple spaces.

When she looks at Cas, she can no longer see the luminous and deadly creature that had shoved her into flames and kissed her breathless. She thinks that if she still had a heart, it would break.

She gets to the last square first and feels a little triumphant. She groans at that and Cas's brow furrows in confusion. She glares at him and says, "I won a stupid board game and for a minute felt extremely proud of myself. I don't even recognize myself anymore."

Cas nods and says, "We have both fallen far. Earth has made us broken." He looks at her long and hard, his age showing clearly on his face. She recognizes the feeling. Being around for a millennium or two is actually really hard. You see a lot and you do a lot and suddenly you wake and realize that you've gone numb. There's a hole in your chest where feelings used to be. And no matter what, you can't fill it. Talking about it with someone who understands, she has found, does make it easier though.

She realizes how mushy she's being and quickly changes the subject, promising to teach the angel how to play poker. As she shuffles the cards, Meg finds herself doing something she hasn't in a very long time, Hoping.

PROMPT: Nick (aka Lucifer's Vessel)/Adam, Nothing left but each other (Team Chuck)

[rextiel]

Nick Campbell and Adam Milligan both lost everything, were both manipulated into serving as the second rate back up vessels for two waring archangels, both died horribly, and were both sent back into the world with seemingly nothing to live for.

However, they might have just found something in each other.

(Lets pretend God had Death save Adam from the Cage when he saved Sam and had Nick sent back from Heaven or Hell (author's choice) at the same time.)

FILL: Adam/Nick, Nothing Left But Each Other (Team MotW)

[shadownashira]

Adam flips through his Advanced Chemistry III textbook restlessly, mind far away. He wonders where Nick is now. The other man said he'd be back eventually, he just needed time, time to go back to Delaware and finally close the chapter of his previous life. But it's been more than a month now with no contact from Nick, and the absence is like an ever-present itch in the back of his head.

It's ridiculous that he misses Nick like this when he barely knows him. They are, in essence, just two people resurrected and dumped in a house in Maine, new identities and all. Sure, both of them used to be second-rate back-up vessels for two archangels in the middle of history's most epic catfight, but they never knew each other personally. Yet somehow God had decided to revive them and place them together in a new life.

"The old man thought that the two of you deserved a second chance, and I agreed, so here you are. I wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth if I were you," Death says calmly, standing in the middle of the living room where Adam and Nick had woken up in.

Adam's thankful to be free of the Cage, even though he doesn't actually remember anything from his time there – "Another gift," states Death – and Nick probably is, too, even though the other man doesn't recall what happened either after he said yes to Lucifer. Privately, Adam thinks he was in Hell, because good things don't happen to people who consent to angels, and because he doesn't think God is sadistic enough to pull Nick from Heaven.

Two weeks in, Nick told Adam he was going back to Delaware for closure, said he would be back, and left. Adam nodded dumbly, unable to voice the don't leave me here alone burning in his throat, and instead said see you around.

Adam registered for college and a month and a half later, here he is, alone.

******
The next day, he lets himself into the house and stops, staring at the unfamiliar jacket hanging on the coat rack just inside the door. A delicious scent is wafting through the air, and Adam dumps his bag by the couch as he takes rapid steps towards the kitchen. Nick's back is towards him as the man stirs a pot on the stove.

Adam unglues his tongue from the roof of his mouth. "You're back."

Nick switches the stove off and turns, giving him a cautious smile. "Sorry I took so long."

"No, no, it's okay," he says, suppressing the I thought you weren't coming back swimming in the back of his mind. He feels a little light-headed from relief. "So, um, what are you cooking?"

"Pasta with beef bolognese sauce. I noticed there wasn't much in the fridge, so I bought some groceries and whipped this up. You don't mind, do you?"

"Why would I? This is your house, too," Adam responds sincerely. The tension leaves Nick's shoulders as the other man's smile becomes more genuine.

"I saw the textbooks on the table. You're doing a degree in Chemical Engineering?" Nick asks later as they're eating.

Adam nods, mouth full of pasta as he practically inhales his food. He hasn't tasted anything this good for a long time.

"I thought you said you were a pre-med student, before." Nick watches him eat with fond amusement.

Adam carefully chews and swallows. "Yeah, I was. But I thought I'd go for something new. Fresh start, you know?" His voice is too casual and he knows it doesn't fool Nick.

Adam's not ready to talk about how the thought of being a doctor, being up close and personal with bloody wounds and people in pain, makes him break out in a cold sweat. He's not ready to mention how sometimes when he's walking past the park, the fluttering wing beats of a flock of birds taking flight sends his heart into overdrive, and he has to spend several minutes sitting on a bench with his head between his knees, taking deep breaths to calm himself. He may not remember what happened in the Cage, but some things have carried over nonetheless.

The sharp-eyed man doesn't ask, instead nodding in acceptance. Adam thinks that with enough time, he'll be able to voice these things to Nick, because even after only two weeks, he's discovered that the older man is a great listener. He hopes that Nick will eventually talk to him, too, because he witnessed the way Nick had frozen earlier with his eyes fixed on the blades in the knife rack.

Nick came back to him, and the warmth in Adam's chest from his presence is a telling sign. The two of them are broken and screwed up in their own ways, but Adam thinks that as long as they're together, they're not beyond fixing.

PROMPT: Anna/Jo, HS!AU (Team Anna/Jo)

[tippens]

Anna is the popular soccer player/editor of her school's newspaper. Jo is the bullied outcast with a crush on Anna.

FILL: Anna/Jo, HS!AU (Team Anna/Jo)

[leinthalexandra]

PROMPT: Dean/Any, saved from Hell by someone else (Team MotW)

[shadownashira]

Instead of Castiel, it's another angel/demon/being who saves Dean from Hell at the beginning of S4.

Fill: Dean & Lucifer, Friends in Low Places (Team Lucifer/Sam)

[suchanadorer]

Even from inside the cage, Lucifer still has a great deal of influence. It's still his kingdom, no matter how much he hates it.

He waits, because he’s not stupid. He wants to get out, and letting Dean get blood on his hands is the only way to set in motion the chain reaction that ends with him standing victorious on the battlefield, humanity laid to waste around him.

So when Dean finally takes Alastair’s offer, Lucifer does nothing. He watches as Dean takes up the knife, cuts into his first soul, and sheds bloods in Hell. He watches as Alastair teaches him, at turns patient and brutal, dealing out praise and punishment in equal measure until Dean is utterly enthralled in his work.

“Now let him out,” Lucifer calls to Alastair, who whispers something to Dean before leaving his side.

“But we’re only getting started,” Alastair protests, a wide, nervous grin stretching itself across his angular face. “He’s very good. Shame to lose such a talented student.”

“He’s done what we need him to do,” Lucifer says. “Now he goes back.”

Alastair looks back towards where they were working. Lucifer had demanded that Dean be kept in sight, so that he could watch his progress. Dean is circling the table, making small cuts into the woman lying there. She screams, and Alastair smiles, but Lucifer’s face is still grave.

“He can’t do what he needs to do next from here,” Lucifer explains impatiently. “He has to go back.”

“I can’t do that," Alastair reminds him with a sharp smile. "No demon can.”

Alastair has always been clever. He thinks quickly and never shows all his cards. It was something that Lucifer had admired in him in the beginning, but now he was trying to use that wit against him, and that was unacceptable.

It wasn't going to work, either.

"I can," Lucifer reassures him.

The screaming behind them stops abruptly. Dean is standing with his back to them, head bowed over the lifeless body on the table.

"Bring him here," Lucifer commands. For a moment Alastair looks like he wants to protest, but then he simply nods and turns away.

There is a streak of blood above Dean's eyebrow, and his hands are coated thick with it when he approaches Lucifer's cage. It's not really a thing with a concrete shape, the cage; everyone sees what they expect to see, and for Dean, it is steel bars and stone, with an archangel trapped behind them, glowing so brightly that Dean has to shield his eyes.

"Come closer," Lucifer beckons, reaching out with a tendril of Grace. He never uses it down here. It just scares and hurts the demons, but Dean is different, and the contact is soothing, a comfort he hasn't felt in decades. It leaves a mark on his arm like a hand print.

Dean steps right up to the bars, squinting and blinking as Lucifer shines.

"Is this really what you want to do?" Alastair drawls from over Dean's shoulder. Lucifer is quite sure he's had enough of his torture-master for the time being, so Alastair disappears.

"Hello, Dean." Lucifer does his best to sound calm and reassuring, but he's on edge. It was a long time since he felt anything other than hate, and now, standing before him, is the key to his victory. Everything's started, and he's exalted at the prospect of being set free.

"Who are you?" Dean asks. He's right to be wary. Even the kindness Alastair has shown him has only been under the guise of making him a more adept pupil, and while Dean knows he's good at what he does, he's not proud of it. Everything has a price here.

"I'm someone who wants to help you. I'm going to send you back."

"What?" Dean is disbelieving. He tries to look straight at Lucifer and recoils, rubbing at his eyes.

"You broke. I needed you to break, and you did, so now you're going home."

Dean nods shakily, as if he doesn't really understand what's happening. "Why?" He asks.

"You have more work to do. The angels need you. Sam will need you." Lucifer feels a pang at the thought of Sam. He wants so badly to meet him, to show him how powerful and glorious they can be together. He knows Dean will stand in the way, but everything has its time and now it's Lucifer's duty to help the righteous man, even if they will be enemies in the not so distant future.

"Sam?" Dean says, looking around as if his brother was here beside him.

"Yes," Lucifer replies, "you're going back to your brother. Protect him, Dean. Don't let the angels kill him."

"He's my brother," Dean answers, as if that's all the information Lucifer should need to know. In fact, it is.

"Time to go. See you again soon." Lucifer coils his Grace into a tight ball. It will be no easy trick to push Dean back into his body from here, but Lucifer knows that even this is part of his father's plan.

"Thank you," Dean manages to get out before he's flying backwards, away from the cage and up towards his waiting body, buried in the woods in the middle of nowhere.

"He won't remember any of this, will he?" Alastair reappears, stepping out of flame and ash to look up at the disappearing speck that is Dean, riding a white hot trail of Grace back towards Earth.

Lucifer shakes his head. "Castiel will tell him that he was the one who pulled Dean out."

"Oh." Alastair is honestly surprised. "Castiel. Interesting choice."

"Even now he's beginning to feel doubt about the mission and his role in it. Watching over Dean will only make him fall that much more quickly."

Lucifer feels it the moment Dean's soul slips the bonds of Hell and returns to his body. He moves back into a dark corner of his cage and settles in to wait again. Not long now.

PROMPT: Castiel & Gabriel, kid!fic (Team Castiel/Lucifer)

[pandalianxx]

kid!fic; Gabriel honestly doesn’t know the names of each and every one of his siblings.there’s just too many of them! Looks for someone to bother while Luci and Michael are arguing, as per usual, and stumbles across a little angel he hasn’t even seen before.

FILL: Castiel & Gabriel, kid!fic (Team Jess/Sam)

[lorettafryingpan]

When he was created, Gabriel was given the Charter of the Messenger. It was his duty to carry his Father’s Word to every corner of Creation. Unfortunately, that meant when there was no Word to carry his existence was rather frighteningly dull. Usually these long stretches of boredom were spent riling up his elder brothers-Lucifer was always ready to teach Gabriel some new trick, some clever sleight-of-Grace to keep the others guessing, and the two of them liked to put these tricks to work vexing Michael and Raphael (and on a couple memorable occasions, large groups of the younger angels).

But unfortunately, Lucifer was currently engaged in debate with Michael.

Well, “engaged in debate” was the term Raphael used. Gabriel preferred to be a bit more honest about the whole thing and called it like it was-fighting. He rustled his wings, an unfortunate nervous tic he had picked up when Michael and Lucifer first began these “spirited discussions” (another mild euphemism courtesy of Raphael). It was never pleasant to be anywhere in the vicinity when those two lit into each other-it was inevitable that any passersby would be dragged into the argument by one brother or the other in an effort to prove the other wrong. It would be for the best if he cleared out before either one of them remembered he was there. And Gabriel refused to let his day be a complete waste, so he picked himself up and flew off.
He’d find one of the younger angels to mess with, they weren’t quite as fun to bother as Michael, but they’d certainly be amusing.

///

One of the more troublesome aspects of being one of the Archangels was the complete lack of connection with any of his younger siblings. It didn’t usually make much of a difference, since he had no real reason to spend any time with them and as such didn’t, but he just had no idea what any of their names were.

And there were a lot of them. Had there always been this many?

He flew over the Garrisons, and felt the eyes of every seraph train on him as he passed by. That wouldn’t do. He had to go somewhere he wouldn’t be easily noticed. And then it hit him. The Garden. It wasn’t uncommon for angels to walk its myriad paths alone, so it wouldn’t be hard for Gabriel to get the jump on one of his littler siblings.

///

Gabriel landed beside a huge fern, and felt no small measure of pride when he managed to do so without disturbing it. Taking a moment, he reached out to see if there were any little ones in his area.

Oh. Right there, down the path a ways, by the snapdragons. Gabriel hid himself, and sneaked towards the unsuspecting fledgling. He was about a foot behind his small sibling when he decided that he was close enough.

He shouted, unmasking his Grace and revealing his presence to the nameless seraph, who whipped around in response. But before he could catch a glimpse of Gabriel, he had vanished into thin air only to reappear behind the little one again, grabbing him under the arms and picking him up.

“Gotcha!” He shouted, grinning. He took a moment to come down off of the high of a prank well-executed, and he could feel complete panic thrumming all throughout the little one’s Grace. He’d scared this kid pretty bad, and while he would have boasted about such a victory over Michael, doing it to an angel this little felt…cruel.

He didn’t even know the kid’s name.

It wasn’t just his Grace that was shaking now, the poor fledgling’s whole body was shivering, and Gabriel turned him around in his arms and pulled the little one against his chest, feeling like an absolute dick. “Hey, hey,” he said, soothingly, “it’s okay, it’s okay. I didn’t mean to scare you so bad, it was just a stupid prank.” The little one clung to Gabriel’s robe and hid his face.
Gabriel was about to continue trying to soothe his little brother (and how weird was it to be the older one for once?), when he heard a very muffled mumble come up from the fledgling.

“What was that?” He asked, craning his head closer. “I can’t quite hear you.”

The fledgling pulled his face back a little bit, but still didn’t look Gabriel in the eyes. “I am fine,” he said. “You don’t- He paused, like he couldn’t quite remember the words, “you don’t have to carry me. I do not wish to be an inconvenience to you, Brother Gabriel.”

Despite his words, the fledgling still had one small fist gripping Gabriel’s robe.

“Naw,” he replied, hitching the little one up higher on his hip, “It’s perfectly fine. It’s not often I’m the one doing the carrying.” truth be told, it had been a long time since he’d actually been carried, but the fledgling didn’t need to know that.

“So,” he said, finally getting down to what he really wanted to know, “What’s your name, little one?” He had never really managed to carry off the stately cadence his older brothers seemed to manage as easily as flight, but he did get the term of address right, so that was at least a start.
That got him a look. The fledgling gazed upwards (he was absolutely adorable, with a round face and huge blue eyes) with a surprised expression.

“You wish to know my name? Why?”

Gabriel raised his eyebrows at the question, and the fledgling seemed to take that as an admonition and hid his face again.

“Oh no, it’s fine!” Gabriel said hurriedly. “I just want to know because you’re my little brother, and I have no idea who you are!”

That seemed to help, because the fledgling looked back upwards, and Gabriel offered him a bright smile. He sat down on the ground and settled the fledgling into his lap, and awaited a response.

“I’m Castiel,” the little one finally said, and Gabriel grinned.

“Castiel? That’s a great name. It’s nice to meet you, Castiel.” That earned him a tenuous smile.

“Brother,” Castiel spoke, “if I may ask, do you know when I will receive my Charter? I wish to know what it is I shall be tasked to do for our Father, but I do not want to make a nuisance of myself.”

Well. Truth be told, Gabriel doubted if the kid would even receive a Charter, let alone when. Judging by the shape of his Grace, Castiel was probably going to become a member of one of the garrisons, would likely serve under Anael.

But that was all just conjecture. Gabriel had no idea what the plans were for Castiel, and would probably never be told of them. His Dad had been working in more and more mysterious ways as of late, and hadn’t spoken to Gabriel or the other Archangels in a very long time.

But looking at the hopeful face of one of his youngest brothers, Gabriel decided he couldn’t quash that hope.

He was an Archangel, for his Father’s sake. He could pull some strings if he wanted to. Being the Messenger certainly counted for something.

He smiled beatifically, the same expression he used whenever he got to deliver some particularly good news. “I do, as a matter of fact. Castiel, you are to become the Angel of Thursday. All who are born on your day shall be as your charges, and all who pray upon this day shall be tended to by you.” He could feel the curve of existence shape under his words. As he Spoke, so did it become truth. “You will serve beside my brothers and I, looking after all of our Father’s Creation. Will you do this?”

Castiel nodded solemnly, an amusing expression on such a small face. “Thank you, Brother Gabriel.”

All seriousness aside, Gabriel grinned. “You can just call me Gabriel, Castiel.” Castiel nodded, and settled back against Gabriel’s chest, his little wings fluttering gently.

They sat there like that for a long while, and though Gabriel did nothing else for the rest of the day except quietly spend time in the Garden, he considered that day spent the best out of all of them.

PROMPT: Gabriel!Loki/Crowley (Team Michael/Lucifer/Gabriel)

[mcjennjen]

When Crowley crawls out of hell, he makes a friend out of Loki, the trickster god. The make a deal and work well together torturing humans and buying souls.

FILL: Gabriel!Loki/Crowley (Team Gabriel/Michael) Crowley meets Loki right after leaving Hell

[loveandspeight]

(This kind of got away from me and really changed from what I started. I hope it's okay.)

“Well, look what crawled out of the sewer,” was the comment that started it all, and Crowley’s been bristling ever since.

“Connections are everything,” he sneers at the other man, “and it’s not like I can trust any of those mangy demons.”

“And why should I trust you? I would say I’d trust you as far as I can throw you, but…” Loki gives him a quick once-over. “Given the opportunity, I think that would be a pretty long way.”

Crowley grins. His luck has been a bit on the spotty side recently, to be fair (being dragged to Hell and tortured for nearly four hundred years certainly was no picnic), but he’s managed to crawl out of the Pit now, and the first being he comes across is a demigod? A trickster, on top of that? It’s practically a dream come true. So, he does what he’s best at. He sells it. “Souls, you daft creature. There is no one as well…equipped, so to say, as I, at making deals. You could be magnificent, yourself. Instead, you’re throwing away the most valuable part. You’d be surprised what humans are willing to give up, and for the simplest things.”

“So, what? I lay claim to the soul in exchange for sending them away without punishment? Where’s the fun in that? Besides, I find that people rarely change, whether I give them the opportunity to or not.”

“There is so much I could teach you,” Crowley laments.

“Oh, really?” Loki smiles at him, razor sharp and wicked, his eyebrows slanting upwards, and Crowley smirks. “Do tell.”

-----

It’s not an official deal, per say.

Sure, Loki helps him out. The god takes his sweet time about it, rounding up potential victims, following them sometimes for days at a time. He has this nasty little habit of making sure his prey is one hundred percent guilty of whatever vice or stereotypical idea or plain old crime he’s stalking them for. It’s a strange complex, to be sure, but Crowley lets it slide, because passing the judgment is probably half the fun for him anyway.

And sure, Crowley takes advantage of all the people Loki rounds up, because, even he can admit, the god’s got real talent. He really does know how to choose the victims, can easily weed out the sniveling cowards. And every once in a while, Crowley throws the guy a bone and lets him pronounce sentence on the wretched souls, because, to be honest, he’s not really sure what Loki’s getting out of their arrangement. He doesn’t know why, exactly, the pagan is sticking around. Sometimes, when he lets his attack dog out, Loki’s eyes flash with a hint of danger, and there’s…something there. Sometimes, he sees that same something in the glint of a cruel smile across the god’s face. Sometimes, Crowley thinks he knows why Loki stays.

But, there has been nothing set to paper. No kissing as of yet. Both parties are still free to walk away at any time.

Crowley keeps telling himself this.

So, it’s not an official deal. Not really.

-----

“Honestly, can’t you allow me some entertainment at least once in a while?”

“Sorry, darling,” Crowley breathes out, and he is damn proud of himself today. Seven deals done, finalized, and not even sunrise in Chicago yet? It’s shaping up to be a busy day, all things considered. “Deal’s a deal. Hands tied, you know. She’s free to go.” He stops for a second, considers not plowing ahead, but nothing ventured, nothing gained, might as well be his life philosophy. “You, on the other hand…”

Loki’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. “Me?” he chuckles. “Sorry, sweetheart, but I think you’ve gotten the wrong idea. No one makes me do anything.” The tone is teasing, but there are shadows in those golden eyes, hinting at something much darker, and damn if that’s not tempting.

Crowley can be passive-aggressive, if need be. He can do menacing; he can be threatening at a moment’s notice. However, he’s always been jealous and resentful of just how fierce Loki can be, how the pagan’s presence can fill a room despite his small stature, a shortfall that Crowley himself has never really been able to overcome. But he tries now, pushes himself into the god’s space, gives him a split second to back out before this starts, all while Loki is eying him defiantly, challenge clearly written on his face.

He doesn’t know every language that exists, can’t fathom how much there is that has been written that he is ignorant of, but Crowley still finds himself wishing he had a word for the way Loki tastes. Pure. Pure comes to mind, but it’s woefully inadequate, not to mention ludicrous; the idea is completely at odds with the way the other man can twist words as well as he can his lips, with the way his mouth moves against Crowley’s.

He manhandles the god down into a conjured mattress, takes whatever he wants, because Crowley’s been somebody else’s bitch for long enough, and the choked off noises Loki is making are wrecking him.

Just as it’s ending, he catches large, dark shadows on the walls, gone as soon as they appear.

“Who are you?” he mumbles breathlessly, and Loki just laughs, a sparkle in his eyes.

It isn’t until much later that Crowley realizes. Loki’s only your bitch if he chooses to be.

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So, it continues that way for a while.

Loki helps him out with soul collection; Crowley does him favors (usually of a sexual nature) and teaches all that he knows about excruciating torture in return. It’s far from boring: even the most monotonous of days can be brightened up by siccing Loki on some poor, unsuspecting sap. His taste in jokes may not be as…refined as Crowley’s used to, but the imagination is there, and the humor can still be appreciated. The god forbids that the demon ever mentions him to any of Hell’s other forces, and let’s be real: Crowley really likes moving up the ranks, taking all the credit for himself. It’s no concern of his whether his part-time fuck buddy wants to be revealed or not. So, maybe it’s curious. Maybe he wonders about it. But he never, not ever, goes poking, because Crowley may want to have his hand in everything, but he is no cat.

Then one day, finally, Lilith is disposed of, thanks to the stupidity of the Winchesters, whom Crowley at least has had the good sense to steer clear of, at least up until this point. He’s King of the Crossroads, at last, business is booming, he’s immersed in work now more than ever, and he has a plan to kill Lucifer. Things are looking up.

It’s nearly a month before he realizes Loki hasn’t called for him. Not once.

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This is how it begins:

Two arrogant, self-serving individuals meet entirely by chance. It’s not fate, and it’s certainly not destiny; it’s not anything other than the sheer dumb luck of being in the same place at the same time.

They fall into bed sometimes, one with laughter ringing around him, the other with a deep growling voice. It’s not friendship, and it’s certainly not love; it’s not anything other than seeking pleasure in a world ill-suited to meet their needs.

Or so that’s what they say.


This is how it ends:

A man waits in a run-down shack, swirling the last of his top-shelf around a shallow glass before swallowing it down, just as another man appears before him.

“Done saving those boys’ hides already?”

No answer comes. The seated man looks up, and the face that meets him is resigned.

“I don’t have much time. My brother’s there…”

And maybe he’d guessed, but he’s never been sure, not until now. He wants to say something, anything, but for once words aren’t coming easy.

A piece of paper is pressed into his hand.

“You asked me once who I was.”

Then he’s gone, his golden eyes and hair vanished, nothing left behind but the neatly folded sheet.

There’s a symbol written on it, the lines flowing together seamlessly. He’s seen it before, only once, but he still knows what it means.

He burns it anyway. Gabriel, Loki, it doesn’t matter.

Neither of them come back.

PROMPT: Castiel/Lucifer, highschool!AU (Team Castiel/Lucifer)

[pandalianxx]

highschool!AU; Lucifer’s pretty much the king of the school. Those who love him try to be more like him. Those who fear him grovel at his feet. There aren’t any secrets that can be hidden from him. Castiel’s just a new kid in school when Lucifer decides he wants him. Badly.

Fill: Castiel/Lucifer, highschool!AU (Team Adam/Michael)

[milliganoutbitches]

1. Who I Am Hates Who I've Been - Relient K
2. Where My Mouth Is - Taking Back Sunday
3. In Too Deep - Sum 41
4. E.T. (cover) - Tyler Ward
5. Tiger Teeth - Paper Route
6. In My Head (cover) - Mayday Parade
7. We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed - Los Campesinos!
8. Animal - Neon Trees

[ listen here ]

(Tried to keep the high school vibe by including a lot of "old school" artists that were big back in the day. Love me some Taking Back Sunday and Sum 41, haha. Hope you enjoy!)

PROMPT: Gabriel & Lucifer, kid!angel wanting candy (Team Castiel/Lucifer)

[pandalianxx]

Kid!angel; A much younger Gabriel is bugging Luci for candy because Michael was mean and wouldn’t give him the sweets he loves too much.

FILL: Yummy (Team Ash/Jo)

[roadhouseshipper]

Lucifer sat cross legged in silence. He was in a meditative kind of calm, one which he could only achieve when alone. It gave him time to think, really think.

Just as his eyes were closing, breathing becoming steady, a loud, high pitched sound broke him from his reverie.

Spinning around, brow furrowed, Lucifer saw running towards him, a sobbing Gabriel, his hands extended and ready to pounce on his brother with a hug.

The small angel clambered up into his arms, wailing as Lucifer patted him on the back, confused and worried more than anything else.

"What happened, little one?"

Gabriel sniffled and released the tight embrace he had around his brother's neck, wearing a pout on his face.

"Michael yelled at me!" His lip trembled.

Lucifer sighed, shaking his head. "Did he now? And why would he do such a thing?"

Gabe shrugged his shoulders innocently, snuggling into Lucifer's lap.

"Michael doesn't think I should be eating so much candy."

"No?"

"He's so mean, Luci, and I just want my candy!" A tiny sob came from his lips.

The older angel laughed and continued rubbing his brother's back soothingly. "Did you ask nicely?"

Gabriel nodded, eyes wide like a puppy.

"Well then I don't see any reason why you can't have any."

Grinning, Lucifer raised his hand beside Gabe's head. With one quick motion, the angel snapped his fingers, creating a large rainbow lollipop out of thin air.

Gabriel clapped his tiny hands enthusiastically, the tears magically having disappeared from his cheeks. He reached out and wrapped his fingers around the lollipop's stick, plucking it from his big brother's hand.

"Yummy!" He stuck it in his mouth and bounced giddily on Lucifer's lap.

"What do you say, Gabriel?"

Gabe smiled widely and spoke through his full mouth. "Thank you thank you thank you!"

Jumping to the floor, the little angel skipped off away from his brother just as quick as he had come in.

Laughing to himself, Lucifer turned back around in his chair. He exhaled, once, twice, three times, before his eyes became heavy and he drifted off into his peaceful state of mind once more.

PROMPT: Castiel/Sam, late night bonding, (Team Castiel/Sam)

[piratecat]

Sometime in season 5 (maybe 4?) Dean thinks Sam is sneaking out at night for a demon blood fix. Cas follows him and finds out Sam is actually going to Wendy's chocolate Frosties because they kinda help with the cravings. And then late night conversation in a fast food restaurant?

Re: PROMPT: Castiel/Sam, late night bonding, (Team Castiel/Sam)

[pandalianxx]

"I don't know what to think!"

Castiel gazed at Dean impassively, watching as the other man paced back on forth in the motel room. He sat straight and still, a slight frown tugging at his lips, but otherwise gave no indication of how he felt.

"I mean, I thought we finally got that out of his system! What if he goes all demon and can't come back? What if he starts growing weird mutated limbs because of this?"

"Dean," an exasperated sigh left Castiel's lips, blue eyes catching Dean's. "I highly doubt Sam's out to get demon blood. I haven't felt the presence of one nearby, so I don't quite understand where he'd retrieve the substance."

"It's because you're falling." Dean bit back, though his eyes widened immediately after. In return, Cas's eyes narrowed into a glare, the shorter male sending him the darkest look he could. "Shit, Cas, I didn't mean -"

"It is not of import." His tone was clipped and cold. The elder Winchester flinched at the voice, his pacing coming to a stop. "If you insist on unnecessarily worrying, then I will go follow him tomorrow. Does that satisfy you?"

The tenseness in Dean's shoulders melted away and a grateful smile climbed up his face. "Yeah, yeah it really does. Thanks a lot man."

Castiel shrugged, and with a flurry of wings, he was gone for the night.

( xxx )

The falling angel fell into step behind the taller Winchester, moving as quickly and as quietly as he could. His blue eyes stared hard at the moving form of the other, silently hoping he was right and that there were no demons to be fed on.

Castiel followed him across the street, then down a few blocks. He watched as Sam entered a greasy, but brightly lit building. A smile tugged at his lips, though it fell soon after again. There was no presence of a demon in there, not to mention there seemed to be several people occupying the space.

A relieved sigh left his lips as he let his wings lift him up into the air. The rush of wind between his feathers was soothing, yet short-lived as he landed back in the motel room.
"Dean -"

"Jesus Cas!" Dean jumped, rushing to close the lid on Sam's laptop before realising it was only Cas. "I thought, uh, I thought you were out Sam-watching?"

Castiel tilted his head. "I did. He isn't feeding."

Dean seemed to brighten considerably at the thought. "He isn't? That's good, that's great, even! What's he doing, then?"

The angel shrugged. "I don't know. He goes into a building a few blocks away. There are a lot of humans, though."

"Wait." Dean seemed to tense all over again, looking a bit frustrated all of a sudden. "You followed him, but you didn't bother to see what he was doing?"

"Dean, I am not your servant. I cannot go doing every single thing you're too scared to confront."

"it's Sam! Cas, this is Sammy we're talking about! We know he's about as likely to open up to me as a... a... I don't even know what! Besides, you're the one who suggested following him!"

Castiel bristled with irritation, taking a step to the side. "That's enough, then. I'll let you handle this on your own, seeing as you're unwilling to trust me well enough otherwise."

Guilt seemed to pool into Dean's eyes, a hand reaching out for his friend when a rustle in the air signalled the angel's departure. He flew off into the same direction he came, a hand tightened into a fist.

He landed in the seat in front of Sam, eyes immediately darting around, taking in his surroundings. It seemed to be an eating facility of a sort.

"Jesus, Cas!" Blue eyes settled on the shocked form of the younger Winchester, who seemed to have been busy eating, or well, drinking a cold beige-ish colored substance. "Wait, Cas, what are you doing here?"

"Dean is being exceptionally irritating this night. I felt it would be best if I stayed away for a little while, lest I take out my frustration on him."

A smile lifted on to Sam's face, his demeanor brightening slightly at his words. "You can say that again. He might be my brother, but I think he's the person that frustrates me the most."

Castiel nodded, his eyes moving to the cylindrical shape in front of Sam. "What is that?" Sam's eyes darted down, brow furrowing until he realized what Cas was talking about. A sheepish, though slightly worried, expression passed over his face.

"It's a chocolate frosty. It... uh, it helps with controlling the demon blood issue." When Castiel's look of confusion deepened, he let out a quiet, tense laugh. "Here, why don't you try it?" Sam nudged the milkshake towards his friend, grinning at his uncertainty.

When Castiel's lips locked around his straw and sucked, he was surprised by the complete and utter sweetness and cold of the drink. He pulled away, a thoughtful look in his eyes. "It's cold."

Sam laughed at that, taking the drink back. "It's sweet, too, if you're looking for more words to describe it."

"I think I like it."

Sam froze at that, eyes widening slightly. He watched Cas uncertainly as the angel licked his lips, a slight sag in his normally uptight way of sitting. The Winchester stared at him, his stomach curling and twisting in sudden nervousness.

"... I think I should leave."

"No, no! It's okay, you should stay. I just wasn't really expecting that." Castiel blinked at him before nodding, settling himself back down in his seat. "It'll get you one next time you come. How does that sound?"

"Tomorrow night, then." Sam nodded, unnerved by how the other didn't even twitch. His fingers tightened slightly on his drink as an awkward silence settled between the two.

"I really should leave," Castiel murmured, "but I'll make sure to accompany you tomorrow."

The rush of wind was all Sam got before the angel disappeared from his sight.

( xxx )

The next night was when they finished the case they had in the small town in Wyoming. It was much later in the night when Sam found himself at Wendy's again. Yet as soon as he stepped in the threshold, he felt air curl around him, Castiel appearing beside him.

"Hello Sam."

A small smile rose up to Sam's lips as he tugged on the other's sleeve, gently nudging him towards the cashier. The girl working that night seemed to perk up when she saw them, a knowing grin passing on to her face, making the Winchester groan internally.

"Welcome to Wendy's! What can I get for you two this lovely night?"

"Just two chocolate frosties, that'll be all, thanks." Castiel watched them curiously, his head tilting to the side in the familiar fashion of his as Sam paid for their drinks, taking them to a seat in the corner.

The taller male place them down, the other men settling down on a seat. Castiel experimentally sucked from the straw, his demeanor perking up in content. It made Sam laugh a little, feeling the tension leave him.

"I assume the hunt went well?"

"Huh? Oh! Yeah, it's went fine. Nothing too life changing." Castiel seemed to chuckle a bit, nodding his head. His right hand reached out to gently take Sam's, the fingers of the other tracing swirls on the bandage that was there.

"I apologize. I don't have the ability to heal you."

Sam shook his head, flashing him a grin. "Don't worry about it. It's only a cut, anyways. It'll be gone in no time."

Castiel nodded, his brow furrowing as he thought. Then he shifted his deep, blue eyes to stared at Sam's green ones, bringing the bandaged hand up to his mouth. He pressed his lips against where the wound would be, eyes never leaving the other.

"I believe this is the gesture one does when wishing for an injury to heal?"

Sam swallowed thickly, unable to tear his gaze away from the other. He let out a soft sound of affirmation before both his hands suddenly reached out, grabbing Cas's cheeks between his hands and bringing his own lips against the ones that were previously messaging his hand.

Their lips moved together hungrily, the taste of chocolate and milk in both their mouths. When they pulled away, Castiel was the first to divert his gaze, a flush staining his cheeks a bright pink. The heat warmed Sam's cold hands, a chuckle leaving his lips.

"I suggest we do this more often."

And with that, a full-blown laugh left Sam's lips as he pulled the angel back towards him.