srs2012 | Bonus Round 2

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Bonus Round 2

Talk to me, talk to me, like lovers do...

Bonus Round 2 is now open! This time, the theme is speech only. Entries should consist entirely of speech, although this can include script format.

If you have an idea for something you’d like to see, please leave a situation, 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. Fills can be in any media, and 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.

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“Talk to me.”

“...”

“Please talk to me.”

“... When did you wake up?”

“I don’t know.”

“How much did you see?”

“I’m not sure.”

“What do you remember?”

“...”

“Maybe you should close your eyes again.”

“Michael, wait - “

“Don’t say my name.”

“... What happened? Where are we? What the hell is this place?”

“... Close your eyes, Adam.”

“But-”

“Please. Close your eyes.”

-*-

“I’m sorry.”

“What happened? Did I fall asleep?”

“We’re going to be here for a long time. I was hoping I could help you sleep through it, but... well. Then there was this.”

“Oh my god. What is - oh my god, what happened to you?”

“Stop it. No, Adam; stop it. It’s going to be fine.”

“You don’t feel fine. I can feel... how am I feeling that? Am I dying?”

“You’re not going to die.”

“Are you dying?”

“Just stay with me. Okay? Just... shh, please. I’m tired.”

“What happened to you?”

“My brother said ‘hello’. With his claws.”

“Shit. Shit - shit! What should I do?”

“Just be quiet.”

“...”

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you going to make me fall asleep again?”

“Not yet. Maybe not.”

“Is he close? Should we be running?”

“Ha! Ngh, don’t make me laugh....”

“Sorry. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. This is the Cage. All roads begin and end the same.”

“All right, but... what about the middle?”

“What?”

“The middle of the roads. Maybe we should hide there.”

“Are you serious?”

“If any place is as good as here anyway....”

“All right. Well. Why not?”

“Want a hand?”

“Are you always this helpful?”

“You should know - you chose me.”

“Look at you now, angel killer.”

“I thought you said he was the devil.”

“Of course he is. We’ll get him.”

“And then I can see my mom?”

“And then we can both go home.”

-*-

“Did you hear that?”

“What?”

“...”

“Michael, what is it?”

“I thought I heard....”

“Michael?”

“Get down!”

-*-

“What happened? Where are we now? Did you put me to sleep again?”

“Do me a favour and talk about something else.”

“The ground feels sandy here. It keeps moving.”

“Sea. Skies. Ice cream. Anything. Ugh.”

“Hey, careful, okay? Just take it easy. I don’t know about angels, but hurt is a pretty universal language, and yours is screaming at me right now.”

“I’m not... screaming....”

“What the hell is that - that noise?”

“My grace. Your soul. It’ll settle. You can hear it?”

“I can fucking feel it. You got burned?”

“Ice. It burns in its own way. It’ll heal.”

“You’re bleeding, too, aren’t you? I can feel you bleeding.”

“Angels don’t bleed.”

“Well you’re fucking leaking, your Highness, because I feel like a chunk of my chest is missing.”

“... It’s a phantom pain. I know it’s distracting, but it’ll heal. Don’t think about it.”

“Don’t think about the fucking cavity in my ribs?”

“You’re not hurt, Adam, focus. Focus.”

“... So. Ice cream?”

“Ice cream.”

“I like rocky road.”

“And what does that taste like?”

“It’s hard... and soft. And cold. Smooth, but sweet. Crunchy. Chewy.”

“It sounds confusing.”

“It melts in your mouth.”

“Well, no risk of anything melting here.”

“You feel cold?”

“You don’t?”

“Should I?”

“... No. That’s good.”

“Michael.”

“Hmm.”

“Are you going to be okay?”

“Stay with me, killer. We’ll be fine.”

“... That’s not what I asked you.”

“Did you say something?”

“Why don’t you rest for a change? I’ll keep watch this time.”

“...”

“Trust me, I’ll kick you in your holy ass if I need help.”

“Just for a few minutes. If I don’t stir soon, wake me.”

“You’re looking at an Eagle Scout. I think I can stand guard for more than a few minutes over a leaky angel. Chill, Highness.”

“I’m more concerned that I might not wake up by myself.”

“Are you trying to freak me out? Please don’t do that.”

“Also, I’m not a prince. You shouldn’t call me that.”

-*-

“And I’m not a killer.”

-*-

“Was I really your best option?”

“You were the only option. In the end.”

“Level with me: how long have we been down here?”

“... In what measure? Whose lifetimes? In the cycles of Heaven or your hours on Earth? By your number of presidents? By the number of times Hell has exchanged hands? By the slow clock over our heads in this dark? Does it really matter?”

“I just... is my Mom still waiting for me?”

“Adam - if your positions were reversed, would you wait for her?”

“Do you think we’re ever getting out of here? You can tell me the truth. I can take it.”

“Stay with me. We’ll find out.”

“For better or worse?”

“You can guess.”

“Then what the hell are we waiting for?”

This is beautiful and amazing and just all around perfect *_*

This comment is all around wonderful. <3

Thank you! <3 I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Crying is how I know I did it right. <3 Thank you!

You're welcome. <3

I cried at work while writing it. So at least you're not alone there. <3

Remember that one wednesday Gabriel killed Dean, and Sam had to go months without him? Well, what if Sam's and Gabriel's paths crossed more than they let us see? I'd love a conversation between them; whether Sam knew that the person he was talking to is the Trickster is up to you :)

The conversation Sam and Dean had before Sam left for Stanford.

This is adorable. Kudos++ for the polyfemme love, there isn't enough!

Archangelic OT4; let me show you my love. This was so funny and enjoyable to see a happy story with these four.

A lazy morning in bed: they push and pull for Jo's conscience and attention, but sometimes it's just for the fun of heckling each other.

Adam is sick. The angels argue if it's even possible for humans to fall sick in the cage (and die), why it could be, and what they're going to do about it.

“Hey, asshole! Over here!”

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my doppelganger.”

“You’re the doppelganger, douchebag. You’re the one who stole my face.”

“Touchy, aren’t we?”

“I take monsters stealing my face pretty personally.”

“I see that. I have to say, Dean, I admire that you came to face me yourself. It’s very… brave. Stupid and arrogant, but those tend to be staples of bravery, don’t you think?”

“Quit yappin’, I didn’t come here for a chat.”

“You really want to die that badly?”

“You’re the only thing getting ganked today, big mouth.”

“Actually, Dean, you can’t lie to me. I took more than just your face.”

“…what the hell are you talking about?”

“You. Wanting to die. I can grant your wish, and Sam wouldn’t even know you did it on purpose.”

“…”

“Whoa, watch where you swing that, Dean. You might hurt someone.”

“Do you ever stop talking?”

“I will when I eat you.”

“…that just sounds wrong.”

“It would make everything so much easier if you just accepted it, Dean. You’d be out of your misery, and Sam would be free to live his life without the burden of his poor, pathetic big brother. …we’re going to eat him too, but the point still stands.”

“Like hell I’m just gonna roll over and let you gooey sons of bitches win.”

“There you go again, swinging that machete of yours. You know that won’t kill me.”

“I know a lot more than you think I do.”

“I could say the same about you, Dean.”

“You’re just spouting a bunch of bullshit. Put up or shut up.”

“I suppose hoping for a little intelligent conversation before I killed you was asking too much.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, was that what you wanted? Why don’t we have a little tea party and we can talk about our feelings?”

“You’re using humour as a coping method. How quaint.”

“…”

“Very well, Dean. If you’re so eager to die, I suppose I shouldn’t keep you waiting.”

“Come on, Cas, I think I can handle walking up three stairs.”

“You’re always complaining about how steep they are.”

“Whatever. I can handle them.”

“Of course, Dean.”

“…did you move my glasses?”

“They’re on top of your head.”

“Right.”

“Did you take your medication this morning?”

“Those pills don’t do anything but make my mouth dry.”

“Every time you say that, you end up in pain after dinner.”

“Whatever. Bring them to me if you’re so concerned.”

“Do you want coffee or orange juice with them?”

“Coffee. And quit trying to slip me that decaf crap.”

“Caffeine isn’t good for you, Dean.”

“Lots of things aren’t good for me. Give it to me anyway.”

“Whatever you say, Dean.”

---

“This little knee pillow is lame, Cas.”

“You said the same thing about the garden when we first planted it. Besides, you said last week that you liked it.”

“…did I? Hmph.”

“Good morning, Mr. Winchester.”

“Nora, I’ve told you, call me Dean.”

“Your garden is coming along beautifully. Your son has quite the green thumb.”

“He’s not-“

“Thank you, Nora.”

“Would you mind sharing some of your seeds with me, Cas? I’ve been having so much trouble with the cucumbers.”

“I wouldn’t mind at all. I’ll look for them tonight.”

“Thank you so much. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, Mr. Winchester.”

“…what the hell was that about? My son?”

“It seemed to be the easiest explanation, Dean.”

“And you just let her go with it?”

“Would you rather I tell her that we are romantically involved?”

“…we haven’t been ‘involved’ in a month. At least.”

“You can’t even lay on your left side without being in pain, and you won’t let me fix it.”

“I told you, I want to live naturally. I’ve had enough supernatural crap to last a lifetime.”

“And I respect that, but I don’t want to irritate it further.”

“Hmph. Whatever. Help me up, I’m starving.”

“I could bring you lunch if you’d rather eat out here.”

“…sure, why not. We can have a picnic.”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re being facetious?”

“Fa-what?”

“Sarcastic.”

“Oh. Right. Well, I’m not.”

“Good. Here, sit on this, it’s more comfortable.”

“Would you quit mother-henning me?”

“I care about you, Dean. I want to make your life as easy as I can.”

“I know. …this is kind of comfy.”

“I know it is.”

“Wipe that smug look off your face, boy, or I’ll hit you with my cane.”

“So you admit you need one.”

“…shut up, I was joking.”

“So was I.”

“You little shit.”

“I have learned how to interact with you over the years, Dean. Don’t look so shocked.”

“Whatever. Make yourself useful and bring me something to eat.”

“Yes, Dean.”

“…should you be kissing me where Nora can see? That might be an awkward conversation.”

“Let her see. I’ll just erase the memory.”

“…mm, good idea.”

<3! I'm glad you enjoyed it~ It was a very welcome break from all the angel angst, not to mention Raphael and Gabriel's interaction was incredibly fun to write.

Thanks! Glad you liked it. This ship is one of my favourites.

I might start levitating with all these feels

(post 7x02) Either Sam or Dean holding Castiel's trench coat and praying to Castiel, asking why he had to go get himself killed and telling Cas how much he misses him.

I really enjoyed this - thanks for filling!

Ah, this is perfect. So bittersweet. ♥

Oh my goodness, I loved this; there's an almost poetic flow to your dialogue. ♥

Love this. ♥

Roflmao, this is the best. *puts a sticker on it*

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Bonus Round 2

FILL: Adam/Michael - Do us part (Team Adam/Michael)

Re: FILL: Adam/Michael - Do us part (Team Adam/Michael)

Re: FILL: Adam/Michael - Do us part (Team Adam/Michael)

Re: FILL: Truth & Hope (Team Balthazar/Castiel)

Re: FILL: Transcending (Team Balthazar/Castiel)

Re: FILL: Fate (Team Balthazar/Castiel)

Re: FILL: Fate (Team Balthazar/Castiel)

Re: FILL: Fate (Team Balthazar/Castiel)

PROMPT: Gabriel/Sam, Mystery Spot (Team Gabriel/Lucifer)

PROMPT: Sam & Dean, Stanford (Team Balthazar/Castiel)

Re: Fill: Tradition, Anna/Jo/Meg/Ruby (Mods)

Re: FILL: Michael/Lucifer/Raphael/Gabriel (Team Balthazar/Castiel)

PROMPT: Anna/Jo/Ruby (Team Adam/Michael)

PROMPT: Adam/Lucifer/Michael (Team Adam/Michael)

FILL: Doppelganger (Team Balthazar/Castiel)

FILL: Some Things Never Change (Team Balthazar/Castiel)

Re: FILL: Michael/Lucifer/Raphael/Gabriel (Team Balthazar/Castiel)

Re: Fill: Tradition, Anna/Jo/Meg/Ruby (Mods)

Re: FILL: Transcending (Team Balthazar/Castiel)

Prompt Dean/Castiel OR Sam/Castiel, trench coat (team Castiel/Lucifer)

Re: FILL: Gabriel/Cas, Changing Channels (Team Castiel/Lucifer)

Re: FILL: Adam/Michael in Hell (Team Castiel/Lucifer)

Re: FILL: Castiel&Leviathans (Team Gabriel/Lucifer/Michael)

Re: FILL: Adam/Michael - Do us part (Team Adam/Michael)

Re: FILL: Dean/Benny, vampire conversation (Team Gabriel/Lucifer)