Bonus Round 3

[centrumlumina]

Tale as old as time, true as it can be...

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.

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FILL: Sam/Meg, Romeo & Juliet Might Have Had it Easier (Team Gabe/Luci/Mike)

[crossroadprophet]

She watched him from her perch in the trees. He was carefree in a stupid puppy kind of way. This was a hunter? Meg scoffed. Her father was nuts if he thought she had to worry about this little pipsqueak.

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.

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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)

[machidieles]

Thank you :D That was so cute and fun to read. I liked how Sam is all awkward and naïve but cheerful and friendly and Meg just can't stop meeting him. The open is good too ;)