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Bonus Round 1

You better promise me I’ll be back in time...

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Castiel, feeling an obligation to humanity, takes a vessel to fight in WWII. He meets Anna at a USO bar, where she is a singer and waitress. Hurt/Comfort.

Sam meets a beautiful girl at one of Michael Alig's premier club kid shindigs. He doesn't realize that she's the monster he's been searching after until he gets her in bed.

Anna/Ruby, Victorian serial killer AU (but maybe not completely angsty?)

Eve was resting peacefully in a grassy knoll beneath a willow tree, soaking up the wonders of the world she was still so new to. Adam had left her in search of some four-legged creature he had spotted beneath a bush. He didn’t want to name a creature he had yet to stare squarely in the face, so chase it to the outskirts of the garden he was destined to do.

Maybe if Adam had been there, he would have seen the glimmer in Lilith’s eyes. It was not of his creator, that was for certain.

Lilith approached Eve slowly, leaving charred grass beneath her feet.

“And who are you?” she inquired. Eve bolted straight up at the sound of an unknown person.

“…I am Eve, wife of Adam. Who are you?” she replied, not knowing the woman she was speaking to. Lilith’s lip turned upwards at Eve’s words.

“I am Lilith. And I have a little secret that your creator didn’t tell you little girl.”

“What do you mean?”

“You see that tree over there?”

“Yes,” she conceded. “But God forbid us to go near it. And besides, there’s many other trees in this garden, with many other lovely fruits to provide.”

“…What are you so afraid of? I assure you, that tree has the most succulent fruit in the garden. And if you eat that fruit, God won’t be able to hide anything from you.”

Eve approached the tree timidly, unsure if she could believe what this strange woman was telling her. Still, Lilith had a charm about her that Eve could not suppress. How could she have known her creator would make her so foolish?

“…Are you sure that I should do this?” Eve asked, plucking an apple off of one of the low-laying branches.

“I promise you, it will all be clear once you taste that fruit.”

Moments before Eve bit into the succulent fruit, she thought that she knew what beauty the world held, even if she could not put any of her confusing feelings into words. Her short life had been filled with new sights and smells and sounds and colors, all for her and her love to discover.

She never would have taken the apple if Lilith had been forthcoming.

Lilith's countenance held a saccharine grin as teeth met the apple's skin, a smile Eve should have recognized from the moment that Lilith slinked into the garden. As the juices of knowledge filled her mouth, Eve's eyes grew wide with realization.

"I promised you knowledge, Eve. I never said you'd like it," Lilith whispered, nipping Eve's ear. The feeling growing between Eve's legs was foreign to her still, but she could put a word on it. And she knew this was wrong. That everything that her God had provided her might as well come crumbling down right then and there.

Eve had sinned at the command of one of God’s most reviled creations. And there was no turning back.

I had to. Air pirates yessss

http://archiveofourown.org/works/568955

Expect my arrest in the next few days with the research and abuse of google what came from this. First time writing Lucifer woop ^^

Speak-easies are the place to go if you don't want to live within the law, but even some owners have limits. A lover's dance is broken up because of prejudices. Perhaps the police bust in.

;-; Why you do that?

sdfkjdsfh I was loving the interactions between Luci and Mike and wonderfully characterized they both were
and then you brutally reminded me Luci is a dick -flails-
Gabeeeeee!

Ah man. I now have this image of Mike spending the rest of his days trying to outdo the Devil and always getting bested in the worst ways sdjkfhdskf

thank you for that <3

Balthazar is lead singer of an up and coming punk rock group out of England. He's got a very particular fan who seems ot be showing up everywhere. Don't mind if it's canon or not. I kinda imagine Balthazar would totally be in a punk band while hanging around on earth. AU is totally fine too, though.

Gabe's an artist of eccentric habits. Sam is a master blacksmith, good with his hands. Chuck was just the guy they hung out with at the taverns. When Chuck announces his decision to join the church one night, it's up to his dear friends to remind him what he'll be missing out on as priest.

Castiel has served Lucifer's family for as long as he could remember. Every nook and crany of the building has been etched into his mind and all he really cares for is getting his work done in the mansion. Lucifer's watching him one day and questions as to why he has such an undying loyalty when all he does is clean up after their messes.

Castiel moves into the local manor house, with his brother Gabriel accompanying him. He's wealthy, and so when he and Dean fall very obviously in love with each other and start moving towards an engagement, the whole town is alight with gossip.

Things between Sam and Gabriel... don't go so well. Not only does Gabriel come off as a pompous, arrogant asshole, once they get past that, there's his relatives to deal with. And then his half-brother Adam elopes at a highly inconvenient moment for winning said relatives over (up to the author who with), and all Hell breaks loose.

(Not sure this is exactly what you wanted, but I hope you like it all the same.)

"Apparently, we are 'a symbol of the moral degradation of this age'."

Charlotte groans. This is not her first night sleeping on silk sheets, but she doesn't think she'll ever be accustomed to the feeling, and she'd like a few more moments to relish it before being dragged back into the world of gossip her other half so enjoys. "Are we now."

"Oh yes. 'Decadent'. 'Flagrantly sinful', even." There's a rustle of fabric, presumably from the extra swish Bela does when she crosses her legs when she's feeling particularly pleased with herself. Why she's wearing any clothes at all, Charlotte doesn't know.

She hears a fwip of paper turning, then, and after that a protracted silence, broken only by the sounds of the town below their window. That's not right. Bela should still be gloating, even if it means interrupting Charlotte's sleep. She sits up, pushing her hair away from her face, and turns to see her lover looking pale in the firelight, where earlier she had been rosy-cheeked, flushed with success.

Charlotte can only read a little, for all that Bela has tried to teach her (she does better with her hands, with locks and doors and dark places and secrets), but she can guess who the article's sympathies are being given to.

She stands, tamping down the rage that threatens to end in broken objects (probably the delicate vase on the bedside table, but it's Bela's aunt's, she mustn't, she must show respect here), and moves to kneel beside her. "What else does it say?"

"That he's been ruined. That he has nothing left, and that they hope the law finds me and returns to him everything that is rightfully his."

Charlotte's lips thin into a line. "They won't."

"No, of course not. The arm of the British government hardly extends as far as the Dordogne, not for a merchant without the money to pay them."

But the snap to her voice says otherwise. Charlotte knows better than to hold her, not when her father is the subject of conversation, even now they're here, but she does reach out a hand. It settles on Bela's shoulder, light as anything, and after several long moments, she reaches out to take the paper, too. Bela lets her, and she takes it as permission to throw the damned thing on the fire where it belongs.

"He is ruined," she tells her mistress, her lover, her everything as she moves to curl beside her once more. "And you are free."

Bela's exhale sounds almost like a sigh. It takes time- a long time- before she relaxes beneath Charlotte's touch, before she can be coaxed back under the sheets, but the smile on her face when she finally does lights up the room.

Lucifer is the leader of ancient Rome and Sam is a soothsayer brought to his court.

She was an acutely beautiful woman; a face of all sharp, sculpted angles that accented her sleek, thin-waisted form, taught and strained against bright violet satin. Amongst the throng of the other young dames that flirted and giggled with young men, she stood out amongst the rest in Castiel's eyes, despite how much the lady appeared to be mingling out of the crowd, purposefully. Perhaps hesitantly, nervously.

The young lady kept her interactions with others brief, but cordial and exquisitely lovely; a smile gracing one here and there, sincere apologise had she be in another's way (that happened twice, Castiel catalogued), but she very rarely opened her mouth to speak and she had a taking to perching her lovely self in the chair by the window. An observer, like he, Castiel mused, as his bright blue eyes bored upon the lady's form, unwavering.

"Are ya gonna sit there all evenin' on ya lonesome or are ya gonna musta up ya courage an' woo that little lady?"

Castiel's head whipped to the source of the southern woman's voice and his face began to redden, being caught. He stared up at the lady nervously and his breath caught a little bit at her beauty, albeit she paled in comparison to the dame across the room; her even more slender of a frame, clad in expensive yellow ruffles. Her huge, bright green eyes that smoldered him accusingly, but playfully, and the teasing freckles that kissed her face.

"Well?" The woman pushed, almost smirking at his bashfulness. "Ma sister would be just plum ecstatic ta have someone ta talk ta, 'specially someone as handsome as you."

Castiel swallowed nervously, briefly noting that either his caravet had shrunk, or his throat was closing up. "I- I am not good with women in the slightest."

She snorts, rather unladylike, Castiel thought, and waves a slender gloved hand in dismisal of the thought, replies: "Aw, naw! She ain't good with men either; I think y'all have a little somethin' in common right here- somethin' ya can't ignore, go on after her! Jus' don' mention anythin' 'bout her height-- poor girlie's real self conscious 'bout it."

Castiel looked up at the woman then over to her sister, and mustered up all the confidence he could afford, and stood.

Dean smiles as he sees his brother's face begin to light up as Castiel awkwardly, but charmingly, makes his introduction.

--

Something clicked that night. Something that made Sam's heart swell every time he met with Castiel; nearly once a week at locations that ranged from dining halls, formal parties like their initial meeting, and the theatre. Castiel gathered the courage one night to place a gentle kiss atop Sam's red lips, and from then on, Sam was enthralled, drunk off of this man. There was no way he could come out of this relationship alive. At this rate, what if marriage pops up in his mind?

"Stop worryin' Sam!" Dean barks as he tightens his brother's corset. Sam doesn't even realise he was rambling aloud until he found that his words caught in his chest in a gasp as the corset wrapped around his form. "Jus' work up to it! It'll be fine."

"Dean, it won't just 'be fine'," Sam remarks heatedly as he rummages for the powder for his face. "Being queer isn't 'just fine'; why else would Dad be protecting us this way?"

At that thought, Sam stops in fear, turning to his brother with a worried gaze. "Dad doesn't know Cassie's been courting me, right?"

"Nope. Jus' thinks ya finally started gettin' all comfy-cozy with who you are, that you're not so scared to go out in public without me any more." Dean's suspender strap droops over his dirty work shirt as he shifts his weight to his other foot as he watches his brother put himself together.

Sam let out a giant breath of relief and returned to applying the powder on his face. The restraints of having to really live his life took a toll on Sam sometimes; having to be a woman to be permitted to skirt around with men. Their father thought of it up when Dean was going through a crisis when he was younger, he was queer, he was gonna go to the Institution all locked up, Dean thought, but their father wouldn't allow that to happen, devised a plan for Dean to pose as a woman whenever he left the house. Allowed him to be mildly queer; he could kiss men, but anything of a sexual nature was forbidden, as it would be quickly clear that Dean was not actually a woman. Dean accepted that, would stick to flirting with men shamelessly, then dump them off for another. It worked. It was safe.

But Sam thought it was a lonely life. But he was thankful for the love their father felt for them to spare them for an even lonelier life to be lumped with the crazy.

--

"I have a confession to make."

Sam looked down at Castiel, as the walked toward the road of her home. "What is it, Cassie, my sweet?"

Castiel paused before guiding Sam to a more private sector of the street.

"I do wish to be brutally honest with you, as you are the only woman I've ever felt my heart swell for.

And I'm entirely thankful that you have came into my life. My brother, he pushed me to go out to speak with others, speak with ladies. Or I was to land in the Institution-- but I didn't want to speak with the ladies."

Sam couldn't breathe.

"But you- you've cured me, Ms. Samantha, my lovely flower. I don't have to leave anymore. And for that, I'm eternally grateful, bless you, Samantha."

"...Cassie-" Sam started as he noted the emotion beginning to pour from Castiel's eyes. "Cassie, dear, there's something I need to tell you, too."

--

Sam stayed holed up in his room in the attic for a week. Dean understood, understood when Sam bounded up the stairs in a hurry one evening, refused to tell anything to their father. Dean didn't want to tell Sam, but he had a feeling this was to happen.

"'m worried 'bout that boy."

"It'll be okay, Dad. It'll be okay."

--

"Ya here for a conjuring?" John's voice was gruff and matter-of-fact as he viewed the young, blue eyed man, not wanting to deal with any costumers in the slightest. Not while Sam was still locked upstairs, nothing for John to do about.

"N-no, I am not here for any supernatural appointmentship, no."

"Then what do ya want, sir?"

"I'm here to see Samantha."

John's eyes widened and his demeanour relaxed. Perhaps he could get some answers about Sam's behaviour? He nodded, something short of flabberghasted, and allowed the man in to be seated at the table, saying he'd fetch his daughter shortly.

"Deanna, we've gotta guest; fetch 'im a brew of tea, would ya please."

--

Approximately 15 minutes later, after Castiel was glared down by Sam's sister (she was perched haughtily in her father's chair, steaming like her cup of tea), after he heard the master paranormal communicator, Jonathan Winchester, pound on a door upstairs and heard some muffled yelling (and then the unclick of a lock, then the reclick of a lock, then some more yelling, a poignant yell of "YOU TOLD HIM WHAT", and some feet scuffling and perhaps furniture being thrown as Dean's glare never wilted), finally did he see John descend the steps, exhausted looking, before he threw a glare upon Castiel as well before retreating to the kitchen. Dean set down his tea and accompanied his father as the man sat there alone. Uncomfortably alone in the paisley-wallpapered dining room where he knew many a ghost was summoned in that very room.

--

Sam felt weird leaving his room without at least a petticoat on.

He felt even weirder when he saw Castiel's eyes widen, heard him gasp.

Sam felt warm when Castiel, his Cassie, Mr. Cassie, stood and rounded the table to get closer to him.

He felt even warmer when he heard Castiel whisper: "You look as beautiful as you did before."

Sam said nothing. Didn't want to ruin anything he might get to save.

"I have come to terms with my thoughts, Samant-- Sam. It took me a while to accept myself, and you."

--

Dean smiles to himself as he sees his brother clad in his fanciest of dresses, walking arm in arm with the man he loves, out the door to the opera.

1. The Last Time I Saw Paris - Noel Coward
2. Way You Look Tonight - Frank Sinatra
3. War Time Blues - Jazz Gillum
4. Don't Worry - Anita Ellis
5. I've Heard That Song Before - Henry James
6. My Guy's Come Back - Helen Forrest
7. All I Do Is Dream Of You - Glenn Miller
8. We'll Meet Again - Johnny Cash
9. Got A Date With An Angel - Skinnay Ennis
10. Over The Rainbow - Judy Garland

[ listen here ]

(I actually had SO much fun making this, mainly because it was a total excuse to listen to great music from the 40's, but I could also perfectly picture Castiel sitting down at the bar and just admiring Anna from afar while she sings. And can you imagine her singing "Over The Rainbow"? Gah. Might edit this later and add a link to a fic; I might just be inspired! Hope you enjoy the music!)

Thank you so much! I LOVE that you made a playlist to fill this :) I'm listening to it right now and I adore it!

So glad you like it! I'm a bit of a fanmix whore so I love making these, especially with era music :)

Jo and Cassie are a much sought after PI team in a 1940's major city.

1. Prohibition Blues - The Missourians
2. Bring Back Those Wonderful Days - Arthur Fields
3. Everybody Wants A Key To My Cellar - Bert Williams
4. Dry Voters And Wet Drinkers - Joe Adams & James Clark
5. I'll See You In C-U-B-A - Jack Kaufman
6. I'm A Jazz Vampire - Marion Harris
7. Never Let No One Man Worry You - Marion Harris
8. Everybody's Jazzin' It - Prince's Band
9. The Vamp - Joseph C. Smith's Orchestra

[ listen here ]

(All the music is from the 1920s, and most of them are actually about the Prohibition itself. Figured a lot of these fit Bela and what her job would entail during the time period, especially since alcohol had to be smuggled back in the day and she'd be perfect for the job. Kind of reminds me of the HBO show Boardwalk Empire, if you've ever seen it. Anyway, rambling now. Hope you enjoy this!)

Missouri is a soothsayer who, having turned a god down in her youth, is now cursed to be able to see the future, but to never be believed when she speaks out. She knows exactly what's coming for Dean and Sam, and having tried and failed to warn them, now has to watch as they careen towards their fate.

Edited 2012-11-22 11:33 (UTC)

Lisa is the empress of a large country, Dean her consort, but while they do love each other, they realised pretty early on that it's not in any romantic way. They pretend it is in public for the sake of appearances (and their son, Ben), but in fact they're both in love with someone else. Lisa is having an affair with a duchess, and Dean with a lord. Both of them are fully aware of their situation, and even encourage the other, but there can be no question of a divorce.

Instead of Andrea, Dean is the one attacked by Benny while sailing on his yacht.

Lisa's husband is dead, and her son Ben is still far too young to rule. Lisa finds herself on the throne as regent until he grows up, and while she is intensely savvy and better at politics than anyone expects, she still needs the services of her advisor, Castiel, and Dean, her spymaster (though she's not sure she wants to know how he gets his intelligence). Eventually that becomes something more, and while politics dictate that she cannot marry either of them, that doesn't stop the three of them from pursuing a relationship behind closed doors.

Edited 2012-11-22 11:42 (UTC)

This is like the prompt of my dreams. Here you go:

Adventures with Loki

It got a bit longer than I had expected so I've had to split it into two parts, but part 2 will be up soon. Hope this is a good start c:

Kiss Yourself Goodnight - A Jo & Cassie Mix

~With My Own Eyes - Dario Marianelli
Instrumental

~Let's Get Loud - The Baseballs
You got to do it
You got to do it your way
You got to prove it
You got to mean what you say

~Killer - The Hoosiers
Save yourselves, the moon is full
Under it's power, gravitational pull
Blood red lips, they shake like leaves
You're flesh and blood but what's underneath?

~Smooth Criminal - Grant Gustin & Naya Rivera
There's a sign in the window
That he struck you - a crescendo Annie
He came into your apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet

~The House of the Rising Sun - Hayley Reinhart
Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your life in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun

~Bad Man's World - Jenny Lewis
Now that I’m still standing,
I’ve got something left to prove
Got a bullet left, but I can’t decide
Which scorpion I’m going to shoot

~Atlantic City - Bruce Springsteen
Now, there's trouble bustin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gamblin' commissions hangin' on by the skin of his teeth

~Hustle and Cuss - The Dead Weather
You're easy to fool and easy to catch
And I don't know if I want you to
Match my bets

~Major Minus - Coldplay
You got one eye watching you and one eye what to do
So be careful who it is you're talking to
You got one eye watching you and one eye what to do
So be careful what it is you're trying to do

~Police and the Private - Metric
Keep one eye on the door, keep one eye on the bed
Never expect to be sure, who you're working for

~Download Here~

A/N: That was so fun ^^ yay Cassie representation <3 my first fanmix... I tried. Also you can't judge me any more than I judge myself for putting Glee in there, but their version of Smooth Criminal is pretty badass and I thought it fitted the tone more? Anyway, hope you enjoy ^^

Edited (Neatening some html =.= also forgot title whoops) 2012-11-23 01:05 (UTC)

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Bonus Round 1

PROMPT: Anna/Cas USO Bar (Team Ash/Jo)

PROMPT: Sam/Monster Of The Week 1990s Clubkids (Team Ash/Jo)

PROMPT: Anna/Ruby, Victorian (Team Bela/Charlie)

FILL: Eve/Lilith, A Sheep Has Left the Fold(Team Ash/Jo)

FILL: Deal With The Devil (LINK) (Team Balthazar/Castiel)

PROMPT: Any M/M pairing, Roaring Twenties (Team Balthazar/Castiel)

Re: FILL: Deal With The Devil (LINK) (Team Balthazar/Castiel)

PROMPT: Balthazar/any, 80's punkrock (Team Michael/Lucifer/Gabriel)

PROMPT: Gabriel/Sam/Chuck; Olde Fantasy? (Team Gabe/Luci/Mike)

PROMPT: Castiel/Lucifer, Household Servant (Team Castiel/Lucifer)

PROMPT: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, Pride and Prejudice AU (Team Castiel/Dean/Gabriel/Sam)

FILL: Bela/Charlie, Regency AU (Team Castiel/Dean/Gabriel/Sam)

PROMPT: roman empire (Team Castiel/Crowley)

Castiel/Sam - Victorian (Team Dean/John)

FILL: Anna/Cas USO Bar (Team Adam/Michael)

Re: FILL: Anna/Cas USO Bar (Team Adam/Michael)

Re: FILL: Anna/Cas USO Bar (Team Adam/Michael)

PROMT: Jo/Cassie, 1940's detectives (Team: Anna/Ruby)

FILL: Bela, Prohibition Era (Team Adam/Michael)

PROMPT: Missouri, Ancient Greece (Team Dean/Victor)

PROMPT: Lisa&Dean (any pairings), marriage of convenience (Team Dean/Victor)

PROMPT: Dean/Benny, 1960s (Team Trickster)

PROMPT: Castiel/Dean/Lisa, Queen Regent (Team Dean/Victor)

Fill: Gabriel/any (Baldur) (Team Gabriel/Lucifer/Michael) Norse mythology

FILL: Kiss Yourself Goodnight [Fanmix] [Team Balthazar/Castiel]