Bonus Round 3
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Bonus Round 3 is now open! This time, the theme is fairy tales and childhood favourites. Entries should be inspired in some way by classic fairy tales, Disney films, or other childhood classics.
If you have an idea for something you’d like to see, please leave a setting, 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.
You should place PROMPT/FILL, your team name and a brief summary in the comment title. NSFW prompts and fills should mention this in the summary or at the top of the post. Please note that NSFW includes any level of sexual content.
You will be awarded five points per prompt for the first two 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 & 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.
Bonus round fills can include links provided they are publicly viewable. Works can also be cross-posted to other websites, as there is no anonymity requirement in bonus rounds. However, works posted directly to comments will be limited to 16,000 characters by the Dreamwidth comment limit. Longer works should therefore be divided between multiple comments.
Remember, Team Chuck can participate in bonus rounds. Please note that only two prompts will receive points this round, although you can leave more if you wish to.
This round is now closed.
PROMPT: Sam/Gabriel, Tangled AU (Mods)
Date: 2012-12-15 12:12 pm (UTC)PROMPT: Anna, Little Mermaid AU (Team Chuck)
Date: 2012-12-15 12:15 pm (UTC)FILL: Anna, Little Mermaid AU (Team Bela/Charlie)
Date: 2012-12-15 02:55 pm (UTC)I apologize for the general suckiness:
http://robbedrobberswhorobbedrobbers.tumblr.com/post/37982575645/for-the-bonus-round-3-over-at-the-srs2012-thingie
Re: FILL: Anna, Little Mermaid AU (Team Bela/Charlie)
From:FILL: Anna, Little Mermaid AU (Team Dean/Victor)
From:Re: FILL: Anna, Little Mermaid AU (Team Dean/Victor)
From:Re: FILL: Anna, Little Mermaid AU (Team Dean/Victor)
From:Fill: Anna/Dean, Little Mermaid (Team Lucifer/Sam)
From:Re: Fill: Anna/Dean, Little Mermaid (Team Lucifer/Sam)
From:Re: Fill: Anna/Dean, Little Mermaid (Team Lucifer/Sam)
From:PROMPT: Madison/Sam, Little Red Riding Hood (Team Gabriel/Lucifer/Michael)
Date: 2012-12-15 12:33 pm (UTC)FILL: Madison/Sam, Little Red Riding Hood (Team Adam/Michael)
Date: 2012-12-17 07:06 am (UTC)Re: FILL: Madison/Sam, Little Red Riding Hood (Team Adam/Michael)
From:PROMPT: Bela/Charlie, the little mermaid (Team Bela/Charlie)
Date: 2012-12-15 12:35 pm (UTC)FILL: Graphic & Fic, Out At Sea (Team Ash/Jo)
Date: 2012-12-16 11:33 pm (UTC)The sun was casting its pale, morning light against the ocean waves.
Bela hardly ever went out this early, but today she had woken up to the faintest, most beautiful song coming from outside her bedroom window. The salty breeze had blown past her curtains and in through her balcony, beckoning the young woman to follow.
The song had ceased, but she was determined to find its origins. Perhaps this was a dream. Perhaps she was being lead to a greater destiny. Seagulls flew overhead, and one dropped down to perch atop a rock jutting from the sand. That was when Bela saw her.
A woman with bright, fierce red hair, laying in the sand. She was wrapped in a dirty, brown canvas, her legs barely covered. Bela ran forward, kneeling down beside the woman. She looked as though she had just washed up from the sea. What on Earth was she doing out there?
The woman's eyes were closed and Bela leaned close to see if she could hear her breathing. Nothing. She placed a hand against her chest but was unsure if she could feel a heartbeat. For fear that this woman was dead or close to it, Bela glanced up towards the palace. No one was out at this time of morning and she was certain she couldn't carry her alone.
Looking back at the woman by her knees, the princess inhaled deeply and cupped her hands around her face. She pressed their mouths together and breathed out, gently tipping the woman's neck up.
Bela breathed three more times, each time pulling up to check for any sign of revival. The last time she brought her lips down; however, she was flooded with mouthful of salt water. She jumped back quickly, eyes wide.
"You're alive!" she exclaimed, giving the woman some space as she coughed up more water.
The red-haired woman leaned up on her elbows, holding the canvas close to her body.
"Where did you come from?" Bela asked, patiently waiting for the other to respond.
Opening her mouth, the woman tried to speak but nothing came out. Lifting a weary hand to her throat, she rubbed carefully, attempting to form words again. Nothing. She looked helplessly up at the princess.
"It's alright. I'll help you."
Nodding, Bela wrapped her hands around the woman's shoulders, helping pull her upright and on her feet.
Maybe another day she would find the beautiful voice from her dreams.
Re: FILL: Graphic & Fic, Out At Sea (Team Ash/Jo)
From:Prompt: Gabriel/Sam + Lucifer, Snow White, (Team Lucifer/Sam)
Date: 2012-12-15 12:37 pm (UTC)In order to do this, he must remove his competition: his handsome, charming brother Gabriel.
Lucifer thinks that Gabriel is dead, but he is in fact only asleep, and can be woken by true love's kiss.
PROMPT: Gabriel/Crowley, The Sleeping Beauty (Team Gabriel/Lucifer/Michael)
Date: 2012-12-15 12:38 pm (UTC)Fill: Gabriel/Crowley, The Sleeping Beauty (Team Ash/Jo)
Date: 2012-12-29 04:17 am (UTC)Crowley jerked away from the bedside as the blonde prince sat up and wiped his mouth.
"Looks like I'm still clothed, that's a good sign at least."
"What kind of deviant do you take me for?"
"I don't know? What kind of deviant should I take you for? Kissing people while they're sleeping."
"I kissed you once, thank you very much, to wake you. And it worked, though I am quickly regretting it. You looked so peaceful in your sleep, I had no idea you were such a twat."
Gabriel laughed. Crowley was sulking now, leaning against the wall as Gabriel strode across the room to examine himself in the mirror.
"So sorry to disappoint, though I can't imagine what you were expecting."
"Gratitude, for one. Do you even have any idea how long you've been sleeping?"
"Doesn't matter."
"Over a hundred years and you're telling me it doesn't matter?"
"No, it doesn't."
Crowley frowned.
"Well then I hope it doesn't matter if I stick around either."
"No, please do."
Gabriel grinned as he finally turned to face the other man.
"I would hate to be stuck here with myself. I'd be grateful for some company. As long as you promise not to kiss me again."
"I promise nothing, your majesty."
PROMPT: Sam/Any, The Fox and the Hound (Team Jess/Sam)
Date: 2012-12-15 12:47 pm (UTC)(I guess the other character probably knew already that Sam was a hunter when they were young but couldn't resist wanting to know him better?)
FILL: Sam/Meg, Romeo & Juliet Might Have Had it Easier (Team Gabe/Luci/Mike)
Date: 2012-12-15 05:29 pm (UTC)He balanced on a log, taking one step in front of the other as his dog barked at his heals. His laughter filled her ears as he hopped off the log and leaned over to hug the golden retriever. Typical, Meg thought. A hunting dog for a hunting dog. How much was the Church paying these guys to banish things like her these days? Meg was young, but she knew more about the world than that brat probably did.
The boy sat back on the log and smiled, until a sudden cracking sound filled the clearing. The young hunter gave an undignified squawk as he fell through the old log.
Despite wanting to stay hidden, Meg laughed, clutching her stomach and gripping the bark of the branch so she didn’t topple right out of the tree as the laughter shook her.
The boy’s head snapped up towards her, face red. “How long have you been up there?” The dog started to growl, rushing forward to the tree. He barked and pawed at the bark until Meg’s smile faded and a scowl took its place.
“I’ll tell you if you call off the mutt, might even help your stupid ass out of that tree.”
“Bones,” he said, repeating himself twice until the dog got the hint and pawed slowly back to his master, watching Meg carefully.
She rolled her eyes and dropped nimbly from the tree into a crouch on the soft earth below. She brushed off her knees and walked over the boy stuck in a log. Really, she should just leave him there. Might get lucky and a wolf might try and eat him or something before big brother and daddy came along to find him. Instead, she grabbed his hand, remembered how much strength a girl her size should have, and took a moment to tug him free accordingly.
“Thanks,” he mumbled.
“Oh no, thank you. That log was definitely a threat to us all; thank goodness you stopped its tyranny.”
“What?”
She smirked. “I’ve seen you before, hunter boy, vanquishing all those ‘evil monsters’ with your trusty pooch here.”
His face flushed a new shade of red, obviously recalling the memories of days prior where he would come into the woods, the days he didn’t bring his books, and tried to ‘practice.’ Normally, it was just him bouncing around with a stick and saying broken bits of Latin he heard his brother say until he deemed himself victorious over the evil spirit.
“Who are you? How long have you been watching me?”
She smiled. “Well you can call me Meg if you really want to know. As for the other question… not telling. These woods belong to my family, so you really have no right to question why /I’m/ here.”
“Oh… I’m Sam. I didn’t know anyone else live around here.”
“I know. Your dumb brother shouts it almost every day looking for you. That’s how we like it. Dad likes his privacy.”
Sam looked her over, probably trying to figure her out. She was taller than him, but she looked a bit scrawny. Her blonde hair was cut boy short and even shorter than his. He was probably figuring that she wasn’t a threat. Her suspicions were confirmed when he smiled and said, “Want to play with me?”
Bones barked and she glanced at the dog. “Don’t think Fluffy likes me too much.”
“That’s really weird. He normally loves people.”
Well then it’d help if she was a people, probably. “Must know I’m a cat person.”
“Maybe…” He pet the dog’s head. “Calm down, boy,” Sam hushed, “Meg’s a friend.”
She stopped for a moment and looked at the boy carefully. How dumb was he? Friend? He didn’t know a thing about her. She was a monster, literally an evil spirit currently possessing some poor child. How could he call her a friend?
“He’ll be fine,” he promised when the dog finally laid down. “Come on. We can play something. I don’t get to play with a lot of people my age.”
Still aren’t, she thought. Meg was at least the age of the kid’s older brother, maybe a bit older. She didn’t really know. Years didn’t matter, not really. She was still young; a child by her kind’s standards. Her powers were still developing. “Sure…”
His smile lit up. “What do you want to play?”
“Your pick, hunter boy.”
“My name’s Sam.”
“Sure it is.”
Meg didn’t know what possessed her, but every afternoon she ventured out of the home she and her father had taken for themselves and headed into the woods. She would find Sam and the two would play for hours, until it got dark or Sam’s family came calling. It was fun, just simple, human, fun. They would talk and play and sometimes Sam tried to show off for her, though he usually ended up tripping over himself somewhere along the way. Meg would then take it upon herself to show him up and risk using some of her strength for certain tricks a normal human couldn’t do as smoothly as her. He never seemed to notice though; he was always in awe of her.
“We’re gonna be friends forever,” Sam said one day. They were lying on their backs, feet out at opposite sides of the clearing and heads close together as they watched the stormy clouds roll by. “Right, Meg?”
She glanced out the corner of her eye, saw the puppy look he was giving her, and the words came out before she had a chance to think them through. “Course we are, Sam.”
He smiled, just before a big raindrop splashed right between his eyes. He laughed and wiped it away before hopping to his feet. “We should get going before our dads come looking for us. I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”
“You know I have nothing better to do then keep your sorry butt from falling into anymore logs.”
“Hey. That was once.”
“Sam.”
“Okay fine, twice.” He waved a hand at her before smiling. “See you tomorrow, Meg!”
“Catch you later, hunter boy.”
“Still not giving that up?”
“Not a chance.”
The next day, Meg found herself sitting alone in the woods. She looked up at the sky. She peered around the trees towards Sam’s home. She sighed. “Where are you, hunter boy?” Almost on cue, she heard footsteps running towards her.
But they were coming from her home.
Meg got up and spun around to see her father rushing towards him. His face eyes were shining yellow and his face was blotchy red. “Holy water…”
“We’re leaving,” he said, out of breath as a demon ever got as he reached her, scooping her into his arms and vanishing from the forest without a trace. The last thing she remembered, was the howl of a dog and looking over his shoulder to see two men chasing them, and boy with a rifle too big for him stopped in his tracks.
---
Hunters. Hunters in her woods. She cursed and kept running; kept trying to find a break in the barriers they had set to find a way out. She had been doing so well. She kept a low profile, she made herself look as human as the dark haired woman she’d possessed ever did. She didn’t know how they could have found her.
Wasn’t killing her father enough?
She burst into the grotto where some of the villagers kept their pagan alter, praying to her non-god that they hadn’t set traps this far out. Her pleas went unanswered. She stopped dead in her tracks as a grey muzzled old dog started to growl and bark, calling its master to its prey. She hissed at it, eyes going black, but the dog was unfazed.
A damn hunter’s dog, of course it didn’t care. She raised her hand, about to fling the dumb beast into the stone alter when something tickled at the back of her memory.
She heard a gun click behind her.
“Don’t move.”
Meg froze. That voice… Sure some important bits had dropped and it had changed significantly, but she was sure she knew that voice. She turned around slowly, hands up in a non-threat surrender. She had to be sure.
There was a fresh scar on his cheek, and his hair was longer, and god was he taller now, but she knew those angry puppy eyes anywhere. “Oh come on,” she said, a smile finding its way onto her lips. “You don’t want to point that gun at little old me.”
“Hah. Yeah. Course I don’t.”
“Oh don’t be like that. Why don’t you call off your pooch and you and I can catch up, hunter boy.”
Sam’s eyes widened, jaw dropping slightly at the realization. His gun lowered. “Bones, heel.” The dog shut up and slinked back to its master’s side, still watching Meg as he always did. “I can’t… Is that really you?”
“In the flesh, or well, this flesh. You know I really liked that little blonde pipsqueak you met me in. Wanted to stay with her, but Dad said it would be too risky to keep the same vessel your family chased us out in.” Meg looked down at herself and shrugged. “This one’s grown on me though.”
“You’re a demon… I didn’t…”
“Want to believe what you saw that day?”
“My dad said you had been trying to get to the family, once he figured out what was going on.”
“Don’t think I didn’t think about it, but that wasn’t why I kept coming back.”
“Sam!”
Both of them looked over Sam’s shoulder at the forest behind him.
“Your brother’s still loud as ever.”
“And he’s going to kill you.”
Meg glanced up at Sam, searching his eyes for… something.
“But that’s only if he sees you.” Sam reached into his pocket and found the spell tag keeping the demon’s trapped in the woods. He tore it up and hid it away again. “Go on.”
A smile lit up her face and Meg slipped closer, leaning up to brush a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks, Sam,” she whispered. “You should meet me back here tonight after big brother goes to bed and we can… catch up.”
She vanished, just like that, and left Sam as red in the face as when she met him.
“She groped me…” he said, positively stunned, just as Dean burst into the clearing.
“What’d ya say?”
“I-I said she got away.
Re: FILL: Sam/Meg, Romeo & Juliet Might Have Had it Easier (Team Gabe/Luci/Mike)
From:PROMPT: any femslash, Cinderella (Team Bela/Charlie)
Date: 2012-12-15 01:00 pm (UTC)FILL: Anna/Jo (Team Balthazar/Castiel)
Date: 2012-12-16 11:00 pm (UTC)“Holy fuck who the hell are you?” Jo screamed, whipping around to confront the voice, pulling out one of the many knives she kept on her body.
“Alright, calm down! Jeez, women these days, not what they use to be.” The strange man said rolling his eyes, sighing at the end.
“How did you get in here? If you’re trying to steal something you’ve got another thing coming”
“I’m not, no! Can’t a guy do a nice deed without being accused of being a bugler?”
“What is it you want to do, exactly?” her voice steady, arm branding the knife unwavering.
“I heard your plea, and deary, you shall go to the ball!” he said joyously, throwing his arms in the air. There was an awkward moment of silence.
“I don’t want to go to the ball, it sounds stupid.”
“Oh, but you must!”
“Look, I just had Dean and Sam beg me to go with them. If I said no to them, what makes you think I’ll say yes to you?” Jo moved her arms to place her hands on her hip, head tilted as she gave him a patronising stare.
“Were you just worried you wouldn’t look as good as them?”
“Excu-”
“I mean that’s totally understandable, I saw them as they left, Dean looked like his regular princess-self and Sam looked, well,”
“That’s not why I didn’t want to go.”
“What is it then?” the man asked, starting to get impatient.
“It’s just not my sort of thing, standing awkwardly on the side, watching all the other people dance, it’s boring.”
“Aha. Well I can guarantee that won’t be happening tonight.”
“And how can I trust you.”
“Why, I’m your fairy Godmother!”
“... Really?” she asked unconvinced.
“Let me prove it.”
“I look ridiculous.” She complained, looking down at the dress the man had magically made appear.
“No, you look hot, trust me.” He said without much enthusiasm. He was slightly offended she was not more amazed by his magic.
“I really don’t want to do this. How am I suppose to go to this thing? The boys have the Impala.”
“I called a cab. Now trust me, just go. You don’t have to stay long- in fact you should probably be out of there before midnight.”
“Why-”
“Just trust me.”
“You keep asking me to trust you, but I don’t even know your name.”
“It’s Gabriel, deary.” He said, before disappearing.
“I guess it would be a waste to not go out since I’m ready.” Jo said to herself.
Anna arrived, leaving the pre-paid cab to find herself at a castle. An actual castle. “You don’t see too many of them nowadays.” She mumbled under her breath.
“A-Anna?!”
“Dean! Hi.”
“Anna, you look smoking.” He said, embracing her.
“Let’s go inside.” Sam said.
“So what do we do now?” Anna asked.
“Someone said we have to go up and there say hi to the host and his daughter. Should probably have found out who that is before coming, oh well I think they’re giving away free champagne there.”
“Dammit, these shoes are ridiculous. Sam, would you mind if I leaned on you as we walked?”
“No problem.” They began to walk towards the small crowd near the bar.
“Can I help you?” a voice chimed behind the trio.
“We’re here to say hello to the host?” Jo said.
“That would be me, I guess. My father isn’t here right now. I’m Anna, by the way.” She added the last part after she saw the confusion on Dean’s face. “I’m sorry if this is bold, but you look like the first real people I’ve seen all night. Care for a dance?” she asked extending her hand towards Jo. She failed to reply, but Sam elbowed her forward. The two girls went to the dance floor as the boys went to the bar.
“So you enjoying your party, princess?” Jo asked. Anna chuckled at the nickname Jo seemed so found of.
“I guess I can’t complain.”
“But you wanna.” Anna was taken aback by such a blunt statement.
“It’s not that I don’t appreciate the effort, it’s just, I would prefer something a little more, intimate.”
“Follow me.” Jo said, taking her hand from Anna’s waist to grab her hand, as she led them away from the dance floor.
Jo brought Anna outside into the garden, never letting go of her hand. “What about this, princess?” They could still hear the music, but they no longer felt so claustiphobic as the night air cooled their faces.
“Much better.”
“My feet are killing me.” Jo complained as she slipped of her glass stilettos. She doubted Gabriel knew what a pain these things were. Anna draped her arms over Jo’s shoulders, forehead resting against Jo’s. Jo gently placed her hands on Anna’s hips as they began to sway to the music. “I guess it wasn’t too bad a party, if it meant I got to meet you.”
Jo chuckled “I think it’s much better than either of us were expecting.”
“There’s just one problem though.” Anna said, straightening her head.
“Oh?”
“I believe you didn’t get me a birthday present.”
“Oh right, well it wasn’t really advertised as a birthday do and-”
“It’s fine, a kiss will do.” Anna bit her lip, obviously nervous how that statement would be received.
A clock could be heard chiming in the background. 12 chimes. Jo began to feel almost tingly.
“I, I’ll be right back.” She stammered, rushing away. Ann watched her as she fled.
Jo woke up in her bed. “Crap.” She flung herself out of bed, remembering last night. “I need to go find her.” She muttered under her breath, doing her belt and finding a clean top on the floor to put on, forgetting a bra. She ran downstairs to find Sam and Dean standing in the kitchen. “Dean, I need to borrow Baby. Don’t bother arguing.”
“I think you need to sort out something here first.” He said.
“Not now Dean, I-”
“Hello, Jo.” Anna said, emerging from the porch.
“Princess!”
“I believe you left these?” She held out the shoes she had forgotten about.
“How, how did you find me?”
“I remembered your name and face, which was enough to track you down. It helps that I’m not a guy who stared at your chest the whole night and actually remembered what you look like.” She gave a nervous chuckle. “I didn’t know if you wanted to see me, with how last night-“ Jo interrupted her with a kiss. A hard, desperate kiss with morning breath and clashing teeth, but was nonetheless perfect.
“Happy birthday, princess.”
Re: FILL: Anna/Jo (Team Balthazar/Castiel)
From:Re: FILL: Anna/Jo (Team Balthazar/Castiel)
From:FILL: Jo/Bela, Cinderella AU (Team Adam/Michael)
From:FILL: Jo/Ruby, Modern Cinderella (Team Ash/Jo)
From:PRMOPT: Lev!Cas/Crowley; Beauty and the Beast AU (Balthazar/Castiel)
Date: 2012-12-15 02:07 pm (UTC)FILL: Lev!Cas/Crowley; Beauty and the Beast AU (Team Adam/Michael)
Date: 2012-12-16 03:12 am (UTC)Re: FILL: Lev!Cas/Crowley; Beauty and the Beast AU (Team Adam/Michael)
From:PROMPT: Castiel/Any, Kaguya-hime (Team Dean/Victor)
Date: 2012-12-15 02:36 pm (UTC)FILL: Balthazar/Castiel, Kaguya-hime (Team Castiel/Lucifer)
Date: 2012-12-19 06:11 pm (UTC)He had dark, tousled hair that would never be neat; he had kissable lips and a deep, gravelly voice that was both intimidating and soft. His skin was fair and without blemishes. Some people claimed that he seemed to glow faintly under the light of the moon. However, it was his eyes that were the most captivating part of him. If people thought his skin glowed, then there was no way to say that his eyes didn’t shine. They were the bluest eyes anyone had seen, bright and wide and filled with honesty. They captivated nearly everyone.
Word of Castiel’s beauty spread like wildfire. All across the country, both men and women spoke of it in hushed words, about how he had been found inside a tree by a woodcutter and how, after he was taken in, the man found a nugget of gold in every tree he cut. It was a miracle, or maybe simply a story. Who knew?
Castiel had been in the middle of a fascinating book when the sound of hooves roused the sleepy town he lived in. His brow furrowed, wondering what was causing such a commotion. The expression deepened when there was knocking on his door, causing both his foster parents to look up at the source. Chuck frowned, quickly getting to feet. With a nearly inaudible squeak, the door swung open and in pushed four finely dressed men and a woman in a long, silken dress. Chuck’s eyes widened at the sight of them, his natural nervousness kicking in. Castiel could laugh at his skittishness, but he didn’t laugh. He never laughed.
“Fair Castiel,” one of them began, their voice a drawl filled with insincerity, “we’ve all come to ask for your hand in marriage.”
“Except, you know, not all at the same time, man. Totally not cool.” Another one piped, his green eyes glaring at the one who had spoken before him. This male was tall with long, shaggy hair.
“You boys are way out of your league,” the only girl spoke, a smirk on her face, “I think we all know who the obvious choice here is.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure, if I were you, Meg.” A man clad in dark muted colors spat, a scowl across his face.
Castiel’s blue gaze flickered to the last male, who shrank back at the gaze. His brown eyes flickered all across the room, refusing to settle on the man he came to woo. It would have been adorable if the situation wasn’t so bothersome.
“I’m afraid I don’t know who any of you are.”
Four pairs of eyes landed on him, the youngest of them still avoiding Castiel. They all seemed to become speechless, unsure of how to proceed. Finally, the tallest one stepped forward, a friendly smile on his face.
“Uh, hi. I’m Sam, this is my brother Dean,” he gestured to the scowling man, his arms now crossed over his chest. “and we were, uh, hoping we could, um...”
Sam seemed to suddenly become awkward, his face flushing red. One of his hands rubbed the back of his neck, the man suddenly unable to continue. Meg snorted, her lips pursed in a sneer.
“Cat got your tongue, boy?” She turned her head to look directly at Castiel, her sneer switching into a mischievous smile immediately. “What Sammy here means is that We want to marry you. Of course, you’re going to have to choose, Clarence. So which one are you gonna pick?”
Castiel’s frown deepened as he regarded all of them. Dean looked displeased, Sam looked sheepish, the youngest looked like all he wanted to do was leave, the last man was inspecting his nails without a care and Meg had her arms crossed, tapping her finger on her arm. All in all, they didn’t make it seem like marriage was really important. Actually, it was almost as if they were looking for an excuse to be better than the others.
Chuck opened his mouth, though his words died on his tongue when his foster son raised a hand. The five somewhat redirected their attention to him, all fidgeting and waiting for his answer. A sigh left his lips, his blue eyes moving from one face to the other. “I will give you each a task to complete. The first one to finish it will be the person I marry.”
“Oh really, now?” The first one who had spoken first had a smirk on his face, an eerie glint in his eye. It immediately put Castiel on guard, the dark-haired male’s jaw clenching in weariness. “The name’s Crowley.”
“Crowley, your task is to acquire a pound of flesh without spilling a drop of blood.” The man seemed to freeze at this request, his eyes narrowing.
“And how, exactly, am I supposed to do that?”
Castiel shrugged, turning to face Meg. She seemed to have become a bit weary, a frown threatening to take over her face. “Meg, I wish for you to acquire the coloured jewel from a dragon’s neck.”
Her eyes widened, unconsciously taking a step back. Crowley and her locked gazes, both of them, to Castiel’s content, becoming tense. Slowly, they both looked back at the dark-haired male before nodding stiffly, as if they couldn’t imagine someone completing tasks like those.
They weren’t meant to be passable, after all.
“Sam, you are to fill a wheat basket with water blessed by a holy creature .” The tallest man’s jaw clenched, but his expression settled into determination.. “Dean, your task acquire flowers that grow at the bottom of a moonlit lake.”
The youngest man was shaking at this point, his brown eyes wide with uncertainty. Castiel tilted his head, making the boy shiver. He really was just a boy, at least a decade younger than the others in the room.
“And you are?”
“K-Kevin, sir! I- My mother sent me here- I, uh...”
“Kevin, your task to collect 1000 crescent shaped stones within the next week.”
Of course, they all failed. Meg died tragically, suffering from many wounds from her journey. Crowley couldn’t not spill blood, eventually giving up on the daunting task. Sam tried many times but water spilled through the sides each time. Dean wasn’t able to find his lake and when he heard both Meg and Crowley had given up, he decided he there wouldn’t be much satisfaction if he completed it. Kevin ended up with nine hundred stones, but relented that he wasn’t able to finish the task. The boy hadn’t wanted to get married, so it wasn’t much of a problem.
Then one day, another stranger came. This time, it was the emperor who rode on his horse. He made a circle around the town, taking the time to greet the people of his empire before finding himself in front of Castiel. The blond seemed speechless for a moment, his mouth opening to say something, though nothing came out.
“Your Lordship?” Castiel bent into a bow, his eyes never leaving the blond’s pale blue ones. Balthazar was the emperor’s name. Many great things were spoken about him and his livelihood. However, here, in the light of the afternoon, he seemed tongue tied and all too humane to be the ruler of their land. There was something about it that tugged at his chest, made the sight almost endearing.
“I- You are Castiel, are you not?”
“I am.”
“The rumours lie. You’re more beautiful than they say.” The emperor heaved a sigh before sliding off the back of the horse. He extended a hand towards Castiel, an easy smile spreading over his face. It was... almost strange. Someone who had come because of the rumours, yet didn’t spend the whole time ogling at him as if he were a china doll on display. It was pleasant to say the least.
They shook hands, the skin on Castiel’s tingling from the touch. The shorter man felt another hand cup his face, a thumb gently stroking his cheek. Their eyes never left each other, and Castiel could feel something inside him swell like a wound. It was a painful reminder that he couldn’t have this.
“You’re so beautiful,” the emperor murmured, slowly leaning his forehead against Castiel’s, gently as if he would otherwise scare him away. “would you marry me if I asked?”
Castiel shook his head, watching that smile fall. He felt his heart twist at the sight, a dull ache settling there from having brought sadness into those pale blue eyes. But he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t marry someone, no matter how much their eyes seemed to weep for him.
“I’m sorry, your Lordship. I am not of this country. I cannot go to the palace with you.”
“I understand.” The accented voice spoke, the thumb still stroking gently. Was it possible to feel so strongly for someone so quickly? Maybe they had a red string attached to them, binding them together. The blond pulled away reluctantly, his eyes still holding a faint shred of sadness.
The week had the emperor in the village. He conversed with the countrymen, spending time with Castiel every day. Each night, he would ask the dark-haired man if he would marry him. Each night, Castiel would refuse. They fell into that routine, and each day, they would fall for each other a bit more.
They would spend time at the creek, hours in gardens. Balthazar taught Castiel to ride on a horse, beaming when the smaller man laughed from the sheer joyousness that surrounded them. They talked and they walked and made their way around the small village to a point where Balthazar knew the name of every resident.
When the week passed, Balthazar had to leave. The two promised to keep in touch through letters. When the summer started to bloom, he returned, a soft smile on his face as he slipped off his horse once again.
“Cassie, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“It has. Welcome back.”
Balthazar tilted his head back as he settled down on the grass, drinking in the sight of the stars hanging above him. He patted the space beside him, looking back over at Castiel. He smiled when the shorter man settled down beside him, curling up against the emperor as if he were a cold kitten.
"So I heard you sent off some men on impossible tasks so that you wouldn't have to marry them."
"I knew they would fail. They were just going to use me in their petty spat, anyways."
They watched the stars and the full moon shine over them. Balthazar raised a hand to stroke his other man’s cheek, only to reel back in shock when he felt tears on his fingers.
“Cassie? What’s wrong?”
“I belong there,” he murmured softly, leaning closer to the emperor’s warmth. The blond immediately wrapped an arm around the smaller man’s shoulders, bringing him in closer to him, “in the other country of the moon. I was sent here as a punishment for a crime.”
“I won't let them take you away. Not if you want to stay.” Balthazar’s lips placed gentle kisses on the crown of Castiel’s head. Both his hands came up to cup the smaller man’s face, bringing his lips down to his forehead. He gave the dark-haired male a shaky smile.
“Balthazar... I have to go. Tonight. I’m leaving tonight. And I can’t return and I’ll never see you or Chuck or Becky again. I'm sorry.”
PROMPT: Dean, Sam, & Cas; Lilo & Stitch (Team Balthazar/Castiel)
Date: 2012-12-15 03:14 pm (UTC)PROMPT: Castiel&Lucifer, Hansel and Gretel (Team Castiel/Lucifer)
Date: 2012-12-15 04:05 pm (UTC)that sad moment when you have no idea what to prompt because you didn't have childhood stories. ;^;
Fill: Castiel&Lucifer, Hansel and Gretel (Team Lucifer/Sam)
Date: 2012-12-16 09:34 pm (UTC)Castiel had argued that it was a simple mistake, that Lucifer must not lose faith in their father, but Lucifer was not so easily convinced. He knew that their stepmother was not fond of the boys, thinking them strange in their closeness to each other, and when they found themselves alone in the woods, Lucifer had been sure that it was her doing, and that only by his own cleverness in laying down a path of stones had they been able to find their way home again.
“Lucifer, you are paranoid,” Castiel says as he trails along behind their father, back into the woods for another day of hunting and gathering firewood. The boys were not allowed to stay at home with their stepmother, who was busy cooking and cleaning and could not possibly be forced to keep an eye on two rowdy young boys as well.
Lucifer rolls his eyes and drops another bread crumb. The stones had been discovered and their stepmother had thrown them in the river, so today Lucifer was breaking small pieces off of the bread she’d given them so that he would be able to follow the trail home at sunset.
“I am no such thing, little brother,” he says, ruffling Castiel’s hair. “I am merely cautious. These woods are dangerous, and if we are separated from our father again, I want us to be able to make it home safely.
Lucifer lamented his brother’s willingness to believe everything their father said. He loved his father very much, but he had also heard the conversations between his father and stepmother. There would not be enough food for the family come winter, and something needed to be done.
They helped their father as best they could, checking the traps (empty) and gathering what wood they could find and carry themselves into the wheelbarrow he brought along.
At midday they took a break. Their father gives them each a bit of smoked meat, and they eat in silence. Then he stoops to kiss them each on the forehead.
“I’ll take the wheelbarrow back home and come back for you when I’ve emptied it,” he tells them. “You boys be good and wait for me here. Don’t follow me. It’s faster if I go alone.”
Lucifer opens his mouth to protest, but his father just shakes his head. “Stay here, my son. Please.”
Then he takes the wheelbarrow and disappears into the forest. Castiel sits down on a stump and folds his hands in his lap.
“Sit with me, Lucifer. We can wait for him together.”
“He’s not coming back,” Lucifer says back over his shoulder, watching the trees in the direction their father had taken.
“I wish you wouldn’t say such things, brother,” Castiel whines. “It frightens me.”
Lucifer turns and walks to where Castiel is sitting. His bright blue eyes are shining with tears, and Lucifer wraps his arms around him.
“Don’t worry, Cas,” he says, shushing him gently. “I’ll get us home.”
The day wears on, and their father doesn’t come back. As the shadows in the forest grow long, Lucifer finally manages to convince Castiel to follow the breadcrumb trail back to the cabin.
The trail stops after only a few crumbs, and Lucifer is confused. He’s sure he put down more crumbs than that, but then a bird flits down to the forest floor near his feet and picks up a crumb, and Lucifer realizes his mistake.
They are lost and alone in the forest. Their father is not coming back.
Castiel cries, startled by every snap of a twig or call of an owl. Lucifer holds his hand and does his best to guide them, trying to pick out rocks and trees that look familiar. After a while they come upon a narrow path, and though Lucifer knows that the path does not lead to their cabin, it is too dark for him to ignore what could clearly be a way to safety for the night.
They follow the path, hurrying along side by side, ducking under low branches and even laughing a little, their hearts lightened by the idea of a roof over their heads for the night.
The trees part and a house comes in to view. It’s small and brown, with two windows glowing pleasantly, and the roof is topped with white even though it’s still only autumn.
The boys creep closer, following the path where it turns into a lane leading to the front door. Lucifer looks back to find that Castiel has stopped to inspect one of the poles that marks the edge of the lane.
He licks it. Lucifer rushes forwards, but Castiel is smiling.
“It’s candy,” he explains joyfully. “Peppermint. Look at the stripes!”
He leans in again but Lucifer stops him with a hand on his chest. The door to the little house creaks open and a figure is silhouetted in the doorway.
“Is there someone out there?” The figure calls. Lucifer and Castiel exchange a glance, and Lucifer steps forward, motioning for Castiel to hide behind him.
“We are,” he says. “We’re lost, and we need somewhere to stay the night.”
“Children? Oh, I love children. Please, come in.”
At that, the boys run forward, excited enough by the idea of warm hearth to forget their fear of strangers. She’s lovely, young with dark hair and a round face, but there is something cold in her grin when she steps to the side to let them in.
“Yes,” she says, shutting the door behind them, “I love children. They taste wonderful.”
Castiel’s eyes go wide and she scoops him up, carrying him to a cage at the opposite side of the house. Lucifer tries to help, but his feet are stuck in a sticky sugar paste near the door.
“Your turn first. Your brother needs to fatten up some,” she says to Lucifer as she locks Castiel inside the cage.
The paste disappears and Lucifer lurches forward, falling to his knees. Now that he’s inside, he can see clearly that it’s a gingerbread house, decked with cookie and candies, perfect for luring small children. The witch leans down to grab him and he pushes her hard, knocking her back against a table.
“You rotten little brat. I’ll have you for my supper!” She screeches and moves to grab him again, but Lucifer ducks to the side. He sees her oven, door open and embers glowing, and he has an idea.
He places himself right in front of it.
“You want me? Come get me!” He shouts, and she takes the bait.
Lucifer catches her by the waist and lifts, heaving her into the oven. She wails and screams, but he slams the door to muffle the sounds.
Castiel is wide-eyed and terrified, cowering in the back corner of the cage. Lucifer takes a poker from the fireplace and stabs at the lock until it breaks open, then kneels down to open the door.
“Are you okay?” He asks Castiel, who can only nod dumbly and sniffle.
“I thought she was going to kill you,” Castiel mumbles. “But you killed her.”
“That I did,” Lucifer says, looking back towards the oven. “And it seems to me that we won’t have to worry about food anymore, not for a while anyway.”
At that Castiel smiles and crawls out of the cage, hugging his brother and smiling.
Re: Fill: Castiel&Lucifer, Hansel and Gretel (Team Lucifer/Sam)
From:Re: Fill: Castiel&Lucifer, Hansel and Gretel (Team Lucifer/Sam)
From:PROMPT: Soulless!Sam/Levi!Cas; Once Upon a Time (Team Gabe/Luci/Mike)
Date: 2012-12-15 04:10 pm (UTC)Sam and Cas are your typical fairy tale villains with all your typical fairy tale villain woes. This princess won't eat the damned apple. This one managed to get her voice back and break her unbreakable deal. What's a villain to do in this terrible world of happy endings? And when will they get their own bad-happy ending?
Can be cracky, but I'd love to see some legit horrifying villainess from these two, think Grimm Bros here <3
PROMPT: Castiel&Sam, Pocahontas AU (Team Adam/Michael)
Date: 2012-12-15 05:29 pm (UTC)Either way, one of them showing the other that they are not "savages" and that it's possible to coexist peacefully together. Can be gen or shippy, your choice. (After all, the Disney film romanticized the real story, so why can't we?)
PROMPT: Jess/Sam. Snow White (Team Jess/Sam)
Date: 2012-12-15 06:28 pm (UTC)(I'll admit it's a little ABC's Once Upon A Time, but I just really want the kiss.)
PROMPT: Adam/ Michael, Alice in Wonderland AU (Team Sam/ Lucifer)
Date: 2012-12-15 06:32 pm (UTC)And he never wants to wake up.
The darker the better!
FILL: Adam/ Michael, Alice in Wonderland AU (Team Adam/Michael)
Date: 2012-12-16 02:52 am (UTC)Re: FILL: Adam/ Michael, Alice in Wonderland AU (Team Adam/Michael)
From:PROMPT: Crowley/Any, Rumpelstiltskin (Team Gabe/Luci/Mike)
Date: 2012-12-15 06:35 pm (UTC)Fill: Crowley & Sam, Lucifer/Sam, Crowleystiltskin (Team Lucifer/Sam)
Date: 2012-12-16 09:55 pm (UTC)(Also, same disclaimer as the other fills: With no internet all day, I had nothing to do but write, but also limited resources to look up how these things are supposed to go, so there may be certain inconsistencies between this and the original story!)
It started with drunken bragging. Had John Winchester known who he was sitting next to, he would have kept his mouth shut, but he hadn’t, so he didn’t, and the lies had grown bigger and bigger. The next day, the man from the bar was knocking on his door, but this time he was dressed in his royal finery.
Lucifer, King of Hell, had come to collect Sam, John’s son, all because John had claimed that Sam knew how to turn ordinary straw into real human souls.
Lucifer had been gentle with the boy, but the threat was made clear. If it turned out that John was lying, Sam would be killed. If it was true, then John’s family would be richly rewarded.
Sam glared at the pile of straw that sat across from him in the tiny tower room. The room was bare but for a bed that was too small, and a spinning wheel, for whatever reason. He had tried chants and incantations, but nothing had worked, and he was certain that this night was to be his last, all because of his father’s drunken bravado.
“Seems to me you have a problem.” The voice came from the darkest corner of the room, and Sam turned to look. A short man in a tailored jacket stepped out of the shadows and smiled primly at him.
“I don’t have a problem. My alcoholic father, now he has a problem.”
“Oh, so you know exactly what to do in order to turn that pile of weeds into human souls, then? My mistake. I’ll be off.”
“No. Wait.”
The little man arched an eyebrow and turned on his heel. “Yes?”
“I, umm, I don’t. Know. I don’t know how to do it and Lucifer will kill me if I don’t have it done by dawn.” The words came out of Sam in a tumble, and now that he was admitting the situation, he realized he was pretty scared.
“Well, now. Looks like you could use a bit of help.”
“Are you just going to do play-by-play on the rest of my night, or do you have a suggestion?”
“Cheeky, but as a matter of fact I do have a suggestion. Let me do it.”
“You know how?” Crowley nods. “Why would you do that for me?”
“You’re a smart one. I like that. I’ll do it because I have a giving spirit, and because you have a very nice watch that you don’t seem to be needing anymore.”
Sam looks down at the elegant silver watch on his wrist. “This was my grandfather’s.”
“And you’ll be meeting him soon if you don’t get that straw changed. You can thank him for it then, or you can give it to me and meet him many, many years hence. What do you say?”
Sam reluctantly removed the watch and handed it to the little man, who simply slipped it into his pocket, then snapped his fingers.
The pile of straw lit up with the unmistakable light of hundreds of human souls.
“Good luck trying to sleep in that,” Crowley quipped before disappearing. Sam didn’t care about sleep. He was overjoyed, if a little anxious. Exchanging his life for a watch seemed like an easy choice, but Sam doubted that it was as cut and dry as it appeared.
Lucifer was pleased that morning when he came to Sam’s chambers. He asked Sam how he’d done it, and Sam had merely replied that it was an old family secret that he was loathe to share. Lucifer was skeptical, but satisfied, calling in his servants to cart the souls away.
The next night, the king led Sam to an even larger room, this time in the center of the castle. The pile of straw was taller than Sam himself, and piled long against the far wall.
This time Sam didn’t try any chants or spells. He simply pulled up a stool and waited, glancing back and forth between the pile of straw and the single, tiny window.
The sky had just begun to lighten when the little man appeared again, looking just as smug as he had the night before.
“Please,” Sam begged, “you have to help me.”
“Do I?” he asked, examining his fingernails.
“If Lucifer finds out that last night was a trick, he’ll kill me.”
“Well, in that case...” the little man said sarcastically. “Much bigger pile this time. I doubt you have another watch.”
Sam was crestfallen. He didn’t know what else to offer.
The little man turned to go.
“Wait!” Sam called out, and he paused. “I do have this.”
Sam pulled his dagger from the back waistband of his pants. He’d hidden it there when Lucifer had taken him, and so far no one had noticed him carrying it. It was beautiful, silver etched with sigils, and a handle with inlaid pearl and jewels.
The little man narrowed his eyes and stretched out a hand. “Let’s have a look, love.”
Sam handed over the dagger and the little man inspected it. He hummed and tutted, split a piece of straw along the blade and eyed it carefully to see that it wasn’t warped. Finally satisfied, he snapped his fingers.
The straw shone brightly, and Sam was left alone in the room with only minutes to spare before Lucifer entered. He was thrilled, embracing Sam and promising him that he only had one more night of testing before this would be over.
The final night came. Sam was taken to a chamber under the castle. It was a vault with a high ceiling, and seemed long enough to run the length of the castle itself. This time, straw was piled to the ceiling, more than Sam had ever seen in his life.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Sam began to panic. This time he truly had nothing left to trade. He didn’t even now is the little man would find him down there. They’d gone through many twisting tunnels and secret doors to reach this room.
“Little man,” Sam whispered, “please. I can not do this on my own.”
“Ah, but you have nothing left to trade, do you?” He appeared behind Sam, hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels. “Tell you what. I propose a delayed payment.”
Sam nodded, listening closely.
“Lucifer is going to ask you to marry him.” At that Sam blushed. The king had been kind to him, and his glances often lingered, but Sam was not aware that he was being courted. “Agree to it. Marry him, and he will give you the key to Hell. When he does, I will be back to collect it.”
Sam nodded again. “Done,” he said. It all sounded too preposterous to be true, so he didn’t see the harm in accepting the offer. There was no way he would ever be given the key to Hell.
“This one we seal with a kiss,” the little man purred. Sam’s skin crawled. He didn’t want to, but down here in the dark he had no idea how long it would be until dawn. He dropped to one knee and closed his eyes. The little man’s lips pressed softly against Sam’s, and behind Sam’s eyelids he could see when the straw was turned to souls. It was so bright in the dark room that he dared not open his eyes until Lucifer came to collect him.
Just as the little man had told him, Lucifer asked Sam to marry him and share the throne to Hell. Sam accepted, wooed by the king’s kindness and the promise that his family would be taken care of.
The wedding was a great affair, with music and dancing and ceremonies, one of which included Lucifer presenting Sam with his present. Sam felt a growing sense of dread, and his worst fears were confirmed when Lucifer opened the small wooden box and knelt before his husband.
Inside the box was a single key. It didn’t look like much. It was wrought iron and fit easily in Sam’s hand, but he could feel the cold from it and knew that this was the key to Hell.
Lucifer looped it onto a simple silver chain and placed it delicately around Sam’s neck. When Sam looked out across the great hall, he saw the little man at the far back, leaning against a door frame. He waved to Sam, and Sam’s heart sank, for he had never told Lucifer about the straw, and now he feared he would have to give up his greatest possession, and possibly lose his life.
Sam tried to enjoy the party, but it was impossible and he retired early. Lucifer promised to join him soon.
Sam locked himself away in their room and waited. He knew that the little man would come. He paced and fretted, and before long he was joined by his familiar companion.
“Well, well. Congratulations, Your Highness,” the little man said with a mocking bow. “I’ll be having that key now, if you please.”
“I can’t,” Sam said, backing away, one hand clutching the key around his neck. “Lucifer will kill me. I never told him, and now he loves me. He’ll never understand.”
“I fail to see how any of this is my problem,” he said. “But, being that it’s your wedding and I’ve come without a present, I suppose I could consider changing the deal. Just this once, mind.”
Sam waited to hear what the new conditions would be.
“You have to guess my name,” the little man said. “You have three days. You can guess three times each day, and if you get it right, you keep the key. But when you lose, which you will, the key is mine.”
Sam was frightened and worried, but he had no other choice. He could not give away the key to Lucifer’s kingdom. It would be his undoing.
“Fine,” Sam said with a solemn nod. “Do we start tonight?”
“Might as well. The sooner we get it over with, the better.”
“Don,” Sam said. The little man shook his head.
“William?”
The little man made a face, then shook his head again.
“John,” Sam offered. It was one of the most common names, but to no avail.
“Well, that’s your three for today. I’ll be back tomorrow. Do try to be a little creative.”
The man disappeared, and Sam sank down on to the edge of bed and waited, heavy-hearted, for his husband to join him.
The next day Sam sent messages to everyone he knew, asking if anyone had heard of the little fellow. He warned them to be careful with their inquiries lest he be accused of cheating. By the end of the day they had brought him lists of names, which he read through carefully, trying to choose the three that seemed most likely to fit.
The little man appeared to Sam just after sundown. Lucifer was away, conducting business in another part of Hell. He gave Sam a bow and then stood still, patiently waiting for Sam’s three guesses.
“Gordon,” Sam tried. The little man laughed.
“Michael,” Sam suggested.
“Are you insane? What a rubbish name,” came the reply.
“Benny.”
“Aww, better luck tomorrow, my friend. Of course I mean for me, because you’ll never guess my name and then you’ll be out one very, very important key.”
And with that he vanished.
The third day dawned after a sleepless night for Sam. He had not heard from his brother or father with their suggestions for names, and he was surprised when Dean appeared, breathless and grinning, at the castle gate.
“Sammy!” he cried. “I got it!”
Sam rushed down to greet him and led him inside. “What do you have?” he asked when they were finally alone.
“The name, man, the name! I was out in the woods last night when I came across this cabin with someone inside. It was your little dude! He was making dinner and singing to himself, and I heard him say his name.”
Sam was elated. This was excellent news. It meant that he could defeat the man who’d tricked him, and he’d be able to keep the key, keeping Hell safely in Lucifer’s grasp.
Dean whispered the name in Sam’s ear, and Sam frowned. It was a strange name indeed, not one that he ever would have guessed.
That night when the little man came, Lucifer was with Sam. Now that Sam had the name, he had confessed everything to Lucifer, who had been angry, but understanding in the end, and relieved to know that all would be well. He did not want to have to choose between his prince and his kingdom.
The little man smiled serenely, sure in his victory, and Sam played his part very well, fidgeting nervously and stumbling over his words.
“Nicholas,” he supplied, and the little man’s grin grew broader.
“Is it... Seamus?”
“Oh dear me, Sam, you are down to your last name. Does it pain you to know that you will fail in front of your beloved husband, and that he will have to watch as you hand over the kingdom to me?”
“No, Crowley. It doesn’t.”
Crowley stopped cold in his tracks. He’d been advancing on Sam, prepared to take the key, but now his eyes widen and his face went red with rage.
“Who told you? Who the bloody hell told you?! I’ll kill every last one of them if I have to!! No! Hell wils be mine! No!”
He threw a full-fledged temper tantrum right there on the floor of the castle, in full view of Lucifer and Sam, who could only look on in amusement.
“Take him away,” Lucifer sighed, tiring of Crowley’s theatrics.
“What do we do with him?” The servants asked.
“I could not care less. Dump him outside the borders of our land and see to it that everyone knows his name so that he can never, ever return.”
Crowley was dragged, wailing and cursing, from the throne room, and was never heard from again.
Sam and Lucifer reigned in Hell for all the rest of their days. Being that Lucifer was immortal, you can safely bet that they are still there now.
Re: Fill: Crowley & Sam, Lucifer/Sam, Crowleystiltskin (Team Lucifer/Sam)
From:Re: Fill: Crowley & Sam, Lucifer/Sam, Crowleystiltskin (Team Lucifer/Sam)
From:PROMPT: gen, Lucifer's New Groove (Team Sam/Lucifer
Date: 2012-12-15 06:41 pm (UTC)PROMPT: Anastasia, Jo/Dean or Jo/Adam (Team Ash/Jo)
Date: 2012-12-15 06:52 pm (UTC)Fill: Anastasia, Jo/Sam (Team Ash/Jo)
Date: 2012-12-29 05:01 am (UTC)(It is also somewhat unfinished since it was starting to get long and it was drifting away from the main point of the story. I may add to it later.)
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They had finally made it. Paris. So far everything had gone just as planned. Bobby's court contact, Jodi, had greeted him at the door. She was a lot younger than Sam remembered but perhaps time had just been good to her. It was easy to look that young when you lived with former royalty he supposed.
Sam was finding it hard to sit still in his chair, politely refusing anything to drink as Jodi began questioning Jo. Even after everything Sam was still impressed at how cool she was, sitting straight in her chair and reciting each answer perfectly. He caught himself staring again and got up, walking around the room trying to find anything else to look at as a distraction.
They had found her in the streets of Saint Petersburg, hungry and dirty but with a 'royal' attitude, trying to steal the purse from Sam's pocket. Sam smiled at the memory. Jo had actually insisted that she deserved the money more than him, suggesting that he eat the old man if he got hungry, she was going to buy real food. She was a dead ringer for the missing princess though and Bobby had insisted that they take her with them over any of the other applicants.
The journey certainly would have gone a lot smoother without the stubborn girl along. As proud as Sam was of his skill as a con man it was hard to admit that as much trouble as Jo had caused along the way, she had gotten them out of much more than her share, stealing passports and flirting their way past guards and soldiers alike. Even the necklace she was wearing now had been swiped from a stuck up aristo woman after Jo had taken a loudmouthed comment from Sam as a personal dare.
Jo laughed and brushed some of her hair back from her shoulder, distracting Sam. He was standing behind Jo, no longer paying attention to the now friendly conversation between the two women. Jo's soft golden hair had always stood out to Sam. He was very surprised to find out how well it suited her. He had gotten very frustrated one day, so close to their destination and he had apparently nicked the wrong passports. Jo had approached him in the middle of his fit, surprisingly gentle and understanding. She had calmed him down, and helped him get the job done. Sam had to admit, he looked at her differently after that. As much posturing and boasting as Jo did, underneath lay a gentle, caring girl.
Still smiling softly down at Jo, Sam was caught a little off guard by a sudden silence in the room. Jodi had asked Jo something and he hadn't been paying attention. Now her hands were fidgeting in her lap, something she always did when she was nervous. At least she wasn't biting her fingernails. Sam shifted uneasily as the silence went on. What was the question? He had missed it.
Frowning, Jo finally spoke up. "We went... inside the wall. A small boy grabbed my hand and pushed me through the wall." Sam swallowed hard. He could see Bobby's skeptical glance from across the room, the old man's eyebrows raised high. Sam had never told anyone that story, not even Bobby. There was only one way Jo could have known how the princess had escaped the estate during the riot. She was the princess.
Sam excused himself from the room, stepping outside to gasp in the fresh air, blinking up at the sky as his eyes started to water. The princess. It wasn't possible. He had only hatched this plan with Bobby in the first place as a scam. They had both worked in the palace. They had both met the princess. It was what would give them an edge against the other con men. But this. They had actually found her. They had found that same little girl he had saved all those years ago.
When he was a boy he often dreamed about that night. A lot of people's lives had changed, including his. The estate was abandoned and all of the people that had once lived and worked there were on the streets. Sam had dreamed that he might find her, the missing princess Joanna, and that she would know him. He would be a hero.
A cold life on the street was no place for heroes. Sam soon abandoned his childish dream. He learned the more useful skills of thievery and con instead, finding that a quick wit and a delicate hand served him well. He never expected that his final con would bring him right back around to where he started. That same little girl he had saved once before, he had managed to save again, but a dream was a dream. There was no way that a con man like him could ever be with a royal princess, kingdom or not.
PROMPT: Gabriel/Any, Tam Lin (Team Dean/Victor)
Date: 2012-12-15 08:07 pm (UTC)Prompt Dean/Castiel/Sam Little Red Riding Hood (Team Lucifer/Castiel)
Date: 2012-12-15 10:10 pm (UTC)Basically Dean, Castiel and Sam being little red, the wolf and the hunter. Don't care who fills the other two roles but I'd prefer if Castiel was Little Red.
Can be gen or slash involving any of the three
Prompt: Castiel/Dean, Pinocchio (Team Lucifer/Sam)
Date: 2012-12-15 11:26 pm (UTC)FILL: Castiel&Dean, Pinocchio (Team Castiel/Lucifer)
Date: 2012-12-16 05:29 am (UTC)--------
“Dean, I feel that this isn’t a good idea.”
“Oh, shove it Cas.” the marionette growled under his breath, slamming the school books on the surface in front of him. The shop owner merely raised an eyebrow, giving no comment as he inspected the books. With a nod, he handed five golden coins to Dean before waving his head dismissively as if to say ‘go away.’ The old man, it seemed, couldn’t see the tiny man sitting on Dean’s shoulder. Then again, no one could see Cas. He was just a ‘consciousness’ or whatever that Chuck guy said. It didn’t matter, the little nerdy guy was still annoying.
“Dean, you promised your father that you would go to school. He didn’t sell his only coat just for you to go see some ridiculous puppet show.” The tiny male frown disapprovingly at his charge, his hands folded neatly on his lap. As expected, he didn’t get a reply from the living object, causing a sigh to leave his lips. “Are you sure you want to disobey your father like this?”
The marionette scowled, not even bothering look over to the winged man. He could almost see the conscience shake his head, dark wings flapping gently against his neck and tickling the skin. It did nothing to ease his tension, though it did plant a tiny seed of doubt in his mind. “It’s a show. It’s going to be a Hell of a lot more interesting than some damn class.”
“I realize that you have issues with your father, but even you should see that this is ridiculous. You’re simply shoving the kindness your father gave you back in his face.” The tiny man rose to his feet, wings carrying him in front Dean’s face. The emotionless expression on Castiel’s face did nothing to ease the marionette of the uncomfortable feeling building up inside of him. “Chuck had said that you were to be brave, truthful and unselfish. I’m afraid that your current decision is anything but truthful and unselfish.”
A hand grabbed at the conscience, shoving him into the pocket of Dean’s pants. Castiel wiggled in the grip, his frown deepening at this action. When his body was finally released, he poked his head out of the opening, glaring at the marionette. However, he said nothing for the moment, merely watching as the wooden boy gave the coins to a ticket vendor.
“Dean, please. This is a very, very bad idea.”
“Shut up Cas. I know what I’m doing.” The wooden hand came back, pushing at the little man’s head. The sounds of a crowd and music soon floated towards to pair as they came closer and closer to the puppet theatre. Dean quickly made his way to a seat, grinning as he looked towards the stage. There were puppets on the stage, dancing on their strings. A man named Crowley introduced them as Adam and Sam, his hands busily moving to manipulate the puppets. They made twirls and jumps, singing and acting, creating a story with the wooden men as the main characters. The sight was fantastic, the music lively. At least, it was until one of the marionettes - Sam? - caught sight of Dean.
“Look! It’s our brother Dean!”
“What?” Dean’s eyebrows furrowed, not understanding that the puppet meant. A murmur spread through the crowd, small bursts of anger coming from some of the audience members.
“This isn’t what I payed for!”
“Why is he getting attention from the show?”
“What’s a kid doin’ in here!? Shouldn’ he be ‘n school?”
Dean winced, his eyes moving from left to right. A gentle jab from his pocket reminded him of the so called conscience that was still waiting in there. The marionette quickly stood up, making his way over to the theatre exit. However, the Crowley man stepped in his way, a devious smile on his face.
“Now, where do you think you’re going?” he asked, picking up the wooden boy. Dean immediately started struggling, trying to kick at the man. However, the theatre owner merely shrugged and threw the puppet over his shoulder, taking him out of the room. He moved towards an office room, slamming the door shut behind him before dumped the animated object on a chair. “Now, I take it you're not a negotiable type. I can already tell, and I’m rather good at telling who’s willing to make a deal.”
“What the Hell do you want!?” The marionette jumped to his feet, glaring at the man in front of him. He could hear Cas sigh from his pocket, the tiny man flapping his black wings to once again bring himself to settle on Dean’s shoulder.
“I warned you that this was a stupid idea.”
Re: FILL: Castiel&Dean, Pinocchio (Team Castiel/Lucifer)
From:Prompt Sam/Castiel (Levi!Cas or Godstiel) 1001 arabian nights (Team Lucifer/Castiel)
Date: 2012-12-16 04:01 am (UTC)Sam keeps him distracted with stories until sunrise each day. (eventually making Castiel decide not to kill him)
I suppose you could do the full 1001 stories but I imagine that would take a long time, probably best you do an abridge story.
NSFW Fill: Sam/Castiel (Godstiel) 1001 Nights (Team Lucifer/Sam)
Date: 2012-12-16 09:43 pm (UTC)The Gospel According to Sam over at AO3.
Re: NSFW Fill: Sam/Castiel (Godstiel) 1001 Nights (Team Lucifer/Sam)
From:Re: NSFW Fill: Sam/Castiel (Godstiel) 1001 Nights (Team Lucifer/Sam)
From:PROMPT: Bela/Jo, Princess fairytale, (Team Ash/Jo)
Date: 2012-12-16 04:05 am (UTC)Fill: Bela/Jo, Princess fairytale, (Team Ash/Jo)
Date: 2012-12-29 02:45 am (UTC)Bela sighed, exasperated. All that trouble to get to the damn island, two whole weeks of planning and surveillance before the dragon finally left to feed, only to get inside and find that there was absolutely no treasure. Just a loud, rude little girl.
"Excuse me!?"
"Yes, excuse you. I'm sorry I even bothered. What a waste of my time. If I had known I would be halfway to China by now. I hear there's a wonderfully rich emperor who has fallen sick about to be buried with a mountain of precious ivory. I hope to God when I get there I don't find another one of you instead."
"Another one of me? Look here lady, you can't just blow me off like this. You have to take me back with you. I'm sure my father will pay you if I get home safely."
Bela gave a skeptical glance to the skinny blonde.
"Oh really?"
Jo frowned, hands on her hips. She had been following Bela around the castle for twenty minutes now as the thief searched the place for any valuables that someone might have left behind.
"Yes really. My father is a king, and he is a good king. The people respect him. Anything you wanted, he could get for you. Just take me with you. Get me out of here."
"No."
"Why not!?"
"How long have you been here?"
"... two years."
"How many people have come to rescue you?"
"What does that matter?"
"If your father could really get anything he wanted, don't you think he could have gotten someone to rescue you by now? No, thank you. I will take my chances with the Huns."
Suddenly Bela felt the cold bite of steel against the back of her neck, but before she could react the princess had shoved her up against the wall.
"Don't you talk about my father that way. So what if there hasn't been anyone to rescue me? Men are cowards. Now if you want gold, I can get it for you, but you will help me off this damned island first."
Bela was surprised to find that the princess was so strong, and apparently very quick with a knife. She made a small noise of agreement and Jo let her up from the wall.
"Alright fine. We should get going then, before the dragon gets back."
"You didn't kill the dragon!?"
Bela laughed.
"Of course not. Why would I? It's so much easier to steal from a dragon than it is from a king."
PROMPT: Dean & Sam, Emperor's New Groove, (Team Ash/Jo)
Date: 2012-12-16 04:11 am (UTC)FILL: Llama Time (Team Ash/Jo)
Date: 2012-12-20 10:11 pm (UTC)Sun was beginning to peek through the shades in the dusty motel room and Sam stretched an arm out to cover his eyes. Yawning, he rolled over, grumbling into the pillow as he glanced at the digital clock. It was almost 7:30 and they had a gig in Raleigh to get to.
As his eyes adjusted to the light and his surroundings, Sam looked over at the other bed in the room. It was empty but the covers were all rumpled up.
“Dean?”
His brow furrowed. Sam turned quickly to survey the rest of the room and when he did, a big, fuzzy llama bounced onto the bed.
Screaming like a little girl, Sam rolled onto the floor, dragging the sheets down with him. He hit the night stand and somehow got caught on the phone cord, knocking the entire receiver to the ground as well.
“Sam, it's me!”
“AAHH,” he scrambled to sit up, crawling over to the other side of the room. The llama hopped off the bed and followed him.
“Sam, it's me!” it repeated. “It's your brother!”
Reaching across the floor, Sam grabbed a shoe at chucked it at the animal.
“Hey! Don't hit me!”
“What the hell is happening? Why is there a talking llama in my room?”
The llama shook out its fleece and glared at Sam who was pulling himself closer to the wall, trying to be as far away as he could.
“I don't know, man, but I'm a fucking llama. We gotta do something about it.”
Sam swallowed the dry lump in his throat and sucked in a breath. “You...you have Dean's voice.”
Rolling its eyes, the llama hit Sam's leg with its hoof. “'Cause I am Dean, dumbass.”
“But...but how?”
“I don't know! You think I can research like this? I don't even have hands!”
The corner of Sam's mouth almost turned up into a smile but he stopped himself. This was all too weird. Perhaps it was a dream? He shook his head. No. They'd had weird dreams before but this had one name stamped all over it.
“Gabriel.”
Dean-llama cocked his head to the side. “The angel? What about him?”
“I bet he did this.” Standing to his feet, Sam nodded slowly to himself. He smoothed his hands over the front of his clothes and looked down at the animal.
“That bastard,” Dean-llama huffed, blowing some fuzzy fleece out of his eyes. “Wait 'til I get a hold of him, I'm gonna –”
“Why a llama though?” Sam picked up the blankets and phone he'd knocked over before, watching Dean-llama out of the corner of his eye the whole time, still unable to process what was happening.
“Don't ask me. There is no way in hell I'm going out in public like this.”
~ Thirty Minutes Later ~
“I can't believe I'm doing this,” Dean-llama shook his head as him and Sam walked down the sidewalk in downtown Raleigh. “Nobody has llamas in North Carolina!”
“Shut up, Dean!” Sam tugged the collar he'd picked up at Pet Smart on the way. “Llamas don't talk, remember?”
He spoke in a hushed tone so the people walking by giving him strange looks and stepping far around the animal didn't get even more weirded out.
“If Gabriel's really behind this, we have to find him and find the poltergeist before it's too late. In my opinion, I think we should take care of the job first.”
Dean-llama spun his head around and spit at Sam.
“Woah!” Sam leaned back and wiped off his shirt. “Bad llama.”
“Shut up.” Dean-llama continued walking. “Just find this poltergeist and make it fast. I'm craving some alfalfa.”