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Bonus Round 1

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I decided to make another fill in the form of a fanmix this time. It's supposed to express the different feelings and personalities of our four main characters here. I do hope that you like it!

Listen|Covers

I wrote a short little thing and it turned out like this. I hope you like it! ^^
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“You’re going to need to be more careful,” Meg said as she knelt between Castiel’s legs, dabbing at the cut on his face, cleaning it with antiseptic.

Castiel hissed and batted her hand away, “It hurts. You’re a doctor aren’t you supposed to be more gentle?”

Meg laughed, “It wouldn’t hurt if you hadn’t gone and gotten into a fight without knowing the dangers of it.”

“I knew the dangers of it, I just miscalculated the timing,” Castiel growled slightly peeved at having to lie to cover up the fact that he had gotten distracted. His eyes wandered once again to the source of distraction, Meg’s chest where the dress dipped down low, revealing her cleavage.

“Miscalculated?” Meg asked raising a brow, a knowing smile on the corners of her lips as she caught where Castiel’s eyes were looking, “More like distracted,” she said a finger under his stubbled chin as she raised his eyes to meet hers once more.

“Piss off,” Castiel said, he didn’t mean it harshly. Meg did look really beautiful in a dress. “It’s not every day I see you in dresses,” he muttered as Meg stuck a Band-Aid over the cut.

“It’s not every day I have to pretend to be your wife,” Meg teased as she pulled back now done with cleaning his cut, “Besides I hate dresses,” she added as an after thought.

Castiel caught her around the waist as she stood, pulling her back into his arms, as he pressed his face into the small of her back, breathing in her sweet scent. He shifted, letting his hands trail up over her flat stomach and move to gently cup her breasts, thumbing her hardening nipples, “Maybe I can convince you otherwise Meg,” he says coaxing her into his lap now.

Meg shuddered as she leaned back into the detective, her head on his shoulder as she let his hands roam over her body. Her voice was breathy as she spoke, “I’d like to see you try.” His chest rumbled as he laughed, Meg liked it when he laughed, the sound deep and velvety, he never let anyone but her hear his laughter.

“To the bedroom then doctor?” he whispers by her ear, letting his tongue lick the shell of it and then gently nipping her sensitive earlobe and making her squirm.

She let out a stuttery sigh, her hands snaking around his neck as she turned bringing his lips to hers, “No, let’s do it here,” Meg whispered a devilish grin on her lips.

Castiel smirks, “You’d best hope that the landlord doesn’t come up then.”

“This is hopeless,” Cas whispered, dropping his head into his hands. “We should just go back and find that guy. It’s his fault. I know he knows--”

“He’s not going to talk to us, Cassie,” Balthazar whispered, “and you were against me beating the information out of him.”

“I was against you getting beaten senseless. Don’t you get it? My deadline is tonight. Tonight. And even worse, Meg watched the tape.”

Balthazar pursed his lips and watched his younger brother carefully, burying the flicker of envy that lit up inside him. “You’re really sweet on her, huh?”

Cas looked up, didn’t say anything.

“Alright, Cassie. Look, if something happens to you, I’ll take care of sweet little Meggy, okay? Feel better?”

“No. Not at all.”

Balthazar rolled his eyes. “Fine. I tried. Look, we know that the tape started in that stupid little cottage you stayed in. Where are the blueprints for that?”

Cas rummaged through the heap of loose papers across the table before spreading the plans for the cabin resort out.

“Now, which one were you in?”

“B13.”

“Here we are.” Balthazar frowned, glancing down at another roll of paper on the opposite table. “Oh my God…”

“What? What is it?”

“He was right underneath us the whole damn time…”

***

Cas felt like he had heaved a thousand gallons of water out of the well, but the water level hadn’t gone down at all. He lifted the bucket up over his head again, arms shaking from the repeated exertion. He lost his grip, fingers slipping in the filthy water until the bucket came crashing down over his head, drenching him further and eliciting a sharp cry.

“Cas?” Balthazar called. “Cas, are you alright?”

“I’m okay,” Cas called back, but his voice was thick and choked with tears. He closed his eyes and reached his hands under the water. “Where are you? Please. I’m almost out of time, and I’m trying. I’m trying. If you just… tell me what you want…”

He continued groping around blindly, desperately for several minutes until his fingers brushed something smooth and hard. Cas’ blood ran cold when he felt his knuckles curling into the unmistakable holes. A sharp sob of relief shook his chest as he lifted the skull up and held it at eye level.

“There you are,” he breathed. “I wanted to meet you.”

Cas could almost imagine the features over the bones. The young man he’d only seen in a single photograph stared back at him with deep, placid blue eyes, blinking the water off his lashes. A lifetime of stress and exhaustion had left dark purple marks beneath them, a tarnish to his otherwise flawless white skin. The corners of his lips seemed to twitch up in a hint of a smile, yet he still managed to look sad. Cas traced the lines of his face before brushing his fingers over the bones at the top of his head, as if he were smoothing back the disheveled blond hair that he could see so clearly.

“It’s okay now,” Cas whispered. “I found you. I’ve finally found you.” He gathered the bones to his chest in a long overdo embrace and closed his eyes.

“Cas? Cassie? Are you alive down there?” Balthazar called. “You better be alive. Come on, say something. It’s 10:16-- Your deadline passed! Cassie!”

Cas looked up at his brother’s face framed by the outline of the old well, and his fingers tightened on the corpse held against him. “I’m here,” he called. “I’m… I found him.”

Cas sat with the blanket wrapped around his shoulders, eyes distant and vacant. He shivered, but it was hardly from the cold.

“Cassie?” Balthazar whispered, crouching beside him. “It’s alright, brother. They’ve got him now, and they’re going to take good care of him.”

“Who?”

“Well, the authorities.”

Cas’ face fell. “Strangers,” he muttered. “That’s no way for him to…” He swallowed hard and shook his head.

“Look, we’ll give him a nice service, okay? You and I will go and say ‘Thank you for not killing us.’ What do you think, darling?”

Cas shook his head again, wrapping his arms tight around his body. “I can’t imagine how afraid he must have been down there. His own brother… His own brother left him down there to die…”

“He thought he was the devil… He thought--”

“I don’t care! He was his brother. He’s supposed to protect him and.. and… How could he do that? How could he just leave him like that?”

“I don’t know, Cassie,” Balthazar whispered, dropping his hand to his brother’s shoulder. “You know I’d never leave you, right?”

Cas looked up sadly, but he gave a solemn nod.

“It’s alright now, brother. It’s over. You found him. You gave him peace.”

***

Cas slept through much of the next day, only waking enough to answer his phone after Balthazar called fourteen times in a row, and even then, he simply mumbled that he was tired and hung up.

“Just wanted to make sure you were alive, darling,” Balthazar sighed. He felt confident enough that they had broken the boy called Lucifer’s curse. After all, they had found him and turned all the evidence about his murder over to the proper authorities. Cas was organizing a memorial service for him and a small headstone near the ocean. Surely that would sate his vengeance.

When he first felt the sharp pain in his chest, Balthazar brushed it off. It was stress or heartburn or something mundane. But then it persisted. He cast a wary glance at the clock and stared in horror. 4:14. Almost his deadline.

“No,” he whispered, staggering backwards. “No, we solved your riddle, broke your spell.”

His heart raced, pounding in his chest, each clench sending sharp pains through his body. And then the phone rang. Balthazar fell in his attempt to cross the room, limbs wracked by a sudden weakness.

“What do you want?” he screamed, crawling across the floor, leaving bloody handprints where shards of broken glass had forced their way into his palms. Red slicked the floor, and Balthazar’s hands slid, forcing him to fall on his face with another sharp, frustrated cry. He turned over onto his back, eyes rolling in search of the young psychic who had been called the very image of the devil. “Lucifer,” he shrieked in panic, body twisting and arching in its final throes of agony.

The phone kept ringing.

***

Cas gave a frustrated cry and slammed the video tape on the floor, sending pieces of plastic in every direction.

“I did what you wanted!” he cried. “I found you. I climbed down into that damn well and pulled you out. What else do you want?” He looked around the room as if he were expecting the man to appear and answer his question. “Do you want me to kill Michael?” he whispered. “Is that what this is about…? I want to help you, but I don’t know if I can…” Cas choked on his words and sank to the floor, miserable. “Please, please… My brother’s… What did I do? What did I do that he didn’t…? We were together the whole time after I--”

It came to him with the faint smell of apples and what felt like a brush of cool fingers down his spine. He could almost feel the blue eyes piercing down to his soul. Cas looked up, eyes focusing on nothing in the fading light and finding nothing but flashes of that horrible video, culminating in that single photograph and the face that had stared back at him in the well.

“I made a copy…”

***

“What’s this about, Cas?” Meg asked, twisting the cable of the second VCR into place.

“Just trust me. Please,” he mumbled, handing the tape over.

She frowned at it. “This is that freaky video, isn’t it?”

“This is.” He handed over another.

“You don’t want me to make a copy of it? The last thing we need is another--”

“Meg. Please.”

She stared at him quietly for a moment before pushing the tapes into place and pressing down the record and play buttons. “Did you ever find out what happened to that guy?”

“Yes.”

“...That bad, huh?”

Cas nodded. “And now everyone else will know too…”

Edited 2013-10-01 20:29 (UTC)

It's my favourite book of all time so I'd be happy with any snippet of a possible AU from it. Why did a particular character deserve to be on the island? How do they get picked off one by one? Who is the killer?

Edited 2013-10-02 01:40 (UTC)

This is likely the least creative fill I've made so far. I'm sorry ;.;
I've playing around with this prompt for days and days and I just never felt 100% about anything I made, so I finally settled with this one. (I will later actually write something to do this prompt justice)

http://thedahlingdarling.tumblr.com/post/62874909224/sherlock-holmes-au

I made a little something based on one of my favourite Bible quotes. It's Benny/Dean. I hope you like it :) It's a little small but you can zoom in on it if you want to.

http://destielixer.tumblr.com/post/62886088644/some-friendships-do-not-last-but-some-friends

Okay I don’t know if this counts but I did this little scene according to the 00Silva scene in Skyfall with a little twist. Hope you like it!
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Somehow it always seemed to end up this way. He gets in bed with a pretty lady (sometimes she just happens to be his partner on the case) and comes out getting caught and trapped. This time was different though, he’d willingly gone to meet the man who had been harassing Jo, his partner on this case (and sometimes in bed) and in doing so was now trapped here in some goddamn abandoned building, tied to a chair. And the best part was the villain had yet to show himself.

There was a whirring sound now as though there was an elevator descending and then Dean saw it, the little box of an elevator from which a man emerged, dressed in a crisp black suit just like his but a little different, hands in his pockets walking over to him with confident strides.

“Hello Dean, welcome,” the man said with a smirk as he took off his shades, folding it and hanging it on his shirt, his deep blue eyes trained on him, “do you like island?” he asks waving the rest of his men off so that they are the only two there.

Dean swallowed, he knew the man, “Benny?” he questioned raising a brow, “Shit, what are you doing here?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Fuck…you? You’re the one who’s responsible for Jo?”

Benny nodded, pulling up a chair and sitting down before Dean. “Did you enjoy it the chase?”

Dean didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t seen Benny in years. The last time they had worked on the same case Dean had found out that Benny liked him. Like like him that is. And now here he was, the man who had threatened Jo, captured him and tied him to a chair.

“Last I heard you were sent on some undercover mission…” Dean said his eyes looking to Benny’s for confirmation.

“I was decommissioned, didn’t Meg tell you?” Benny asked knowing full well that she hadn’t, “You’re her favorite agent,” he added clapping Dean on his right shoulder. He caught it the little wince, the involuntary grimace of pain. He had been wounded, “yet here you are barely recovered and already in the line of fire. What exactly is she thinking?”

“What are you doing?” Dean asked feeling Benny’s warm callused hand on his neck, thumb stroking the column of his neck soothingly before the man unbuttons his shirt, his hand pushing the white shirt aside, caressing his skin. Dean shudders as Benny’s finger traces over the bullet wound, then gently presses it.

Benny’s lips quirk into a half smile as Dean’s breath hisses out in pain, “Still hurts huh.”

“Why are you doing this?” Dean asked as Benny’s finger traced downwards.

He chuckled, “I think you know the answer to that.”

“Were you jealous of Jo?” Dean asked seeing the fleeting emotion pass in Benny’s eyes at the name and knowing it was so, he smirked, “You are.”

“Do you want to know why I was sent on the ‘undercover mission’?” Benny asked ignoring the previous comment as he moved on to the next topic, miming inverted commas on the word.

Dean gave him a, ‘I’m listening’ look.

“Meg found out about it. About me. And about you and how you’re involved,” Benny began, his hands resting on Dean’s legs now. “She didn’t like me. Thought I’d get in the way of you. So she took me off the case sent me packing with a nice fat cheque thinking I’d not disturb her best agent,” Benny said. He had missed Dean, and to see him, to get his attention would be to turn over to the side of the villains (well not really, it was more of a show), “I couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help what I wanted. You,” he growled hands caressing the length of Dean’s clothed legs an indication of his physical need, “you’re what I’ve wanted.”

Dean’s eyes widened at the statement as he swallowed past the growing lump in his throat. Actually saying it out made it all the more real and Dean didn’t need that. Not when Lucifer was the main mission and he was getting further and further away from him the longer he stayed here with Benny who was fooling around being a villain just to get his attention.

"Well there's always a first time for everything," Benny coaxed him as he got off his chair, standing behind Dean now, fingers ghosting down his arms to the bonds that held him captive.

Dean smirks Benny had clearly mistaken his fear on that, "What makes you think it's my first time?"

Benny laughs pressing his lips to Dean’s ear, "Interesting fact Dean,” he whispers, a hand on Dean’s shoulder as he pulls off the ropes easily.

As soon as the rope is off, Dean knows he’s got a chance at running. He and Benny are alone and he knew how Benny fought. So he played it cool as he turned to face Benny, “Interesting fact indeed,” he said as he leaned in close to Benny who gripped him tight pulling his body up against his. Then they were kissing. And Dean took hold of Benny’s arms, loosing them from around his waist as he pretended to hold hands with him. He found himself reluctant to break the kiss though so he stayed, a little longer. Three seconds. He promised himself three seconds, before he pulled away and ran, headed out of the abandoned building.

“Dean!” Benny called after him.

“Call me!” Dean shouted over his shoulder smirking at Benny’s shocked expression, “I’m on a tight schedule!” he said before Benny was out of his sight.

He was sure that Benny would find him again sooner or later and when he did, Dean would explain everything to him.

I haven't actually read the book or seen the film but I really wanted to write something for this. I sort of modelled it to The Crucible by Arthur Miller though...so I hope it turns out alright! ^^

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Sinners.

Scorned and forced to live in a cabin in the deeper parts of the forest, away from the main part of town.

How stupid can they get? Giving sinners their own privacy to encourage the sin.

How is this a sin?

It is love.

Dean lies beneath him moaning, whining, and calling his name. His legs are wrapped around his waist, a hand gripping tight to him, the other curling and uncurling against the sheets. His face and neck is flushed red and a sheen of perspiration glistens against his skin in the flickering candlelight. He is beautiful, perfect.

“Benny!” Dean cries, hips eagerly thrusting down on his erection, wanting, needing. “Fuck...” he pants pulling him closer so that their foreheads are touching. Benny knows Dean is close to his orgasm, he doesn’t say anything as he continues to thrust into Dean, filling him up. He shifts now, a hand curling around Dean’s shaft stroking him to completion.

A smile flits over Benny’s features as Dean is pushed over the edge his body shuddering, legs trembling around him as he ejaculates with a keening moan. He feels warmth cover his chest. Dean still clings on to him, letting him finish. Benny looses himself in his lover, holding Dean close as his release comes crashing down upon him, his seed spilling into Dean, flowing out from his nether entrance and coating his thighs as he pulls out.

He doesn’t say a word still as he gathers Dean in his arms, pulling the man against his chest his nose buried in his hair as he inhales the musky scent of his lover. He loves Dean. He loves him so much that it hurts. Benny doesn’t care what the others might say. And he knows that neither does Dean. To think that Dean Winchester, the eldest son of the pious blacksmith loved him, a mere woodcutter back, it was a dream.

“Are you still thinking?” Dean asks, his fingers stroking over Benny’s arm. The man wasn’t always this silent and when he was, he was thinking.

“Yes.”

Dean sighs and presses himself back against Benny’s warmth, he doesn’t know how else to comfort him. As he lies there his eyes spot the scarlet letter ‘H’ sewn into Benny’s shirt hanging off the edge of the bed. It’s as if even an inanimate object wishes to remind them that what they have, what they want, is a sin. Dean moves his leg, kicking the shirt off so that he doesn’t have to look at the stupid letter. Then he settles down again, watching the shadows from the candle flicker on the walls of the wooden cabin, he cannot be any happier lying here in Benny’s arms in the aftermath of their lovemaking. He loves Benny and he can’t see why the rest of their community won’t accept them being together.

“Benny,” he says turning in his lover’s arms to look into the man’s blue eyes. He sees the pain there; he knows Benny blames himself for this. “We are equally to blame,” he says his hand stroking Benny’s stubbled cheek, noting how he leans into his hand like a wounded puppy, “One cannot simply fall in love without another.”

“I didn’t think that you would sacrifice yourself like that,” Benny whispers, his hand resting against the curve of Dean’s hip, “You had so much to loose. A family, a house, your inheritance and you gave it all up.”

Dean laughed shaking his head, “What good is all that when you don’t have someone to love?” he asked, “I love you Benny Lafitte and no matter what they say, don’t you go thinking otherwise.” Benny opened his mouth to say something and Dean stopped him, pressing a finger to his lips. He fixed him with his eyes, “We aren’t sinners,” he whispers, “Loving someone isn’t a sin. Loving a man isn’t a sin. It’s still love,” he pauses letting it sink in.

Benny blinked back tears at that as he leant in to kiss Dean. What would he do without him?

“Loving you was the best thing that ever happened to me, Dean.”

How can something so sweet be a sin? Benny still doesn’t know.

He knows that they are not sinners, they are just men, two men in love.

This isn’t a sin.

This is love.

Time will pass and with it, they will come out of this stronger still.

I made a little graphic thing accompanied by a short little fic. I don't really know if it fits the story of WWZ but, I tried to follow it. I hope you like it! ^^

http://destielixer.tumblr.com/post/62905727178/supernatural-world-war-z-au-ish-days-before

Castiel is one of the angels in Lucifer's army who fell with him. This can go in a lot of different ways, but I'd be interested in how Castiel could have been a rebel from the beginning. I'm really hoping for some Castiel/Lucifer with Cas as Lucifer's commander/lieutenant and consort. Does it all play out the same, or does the addition of another angel change Lucifer's fate?

Cross posted here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/988846

I figured if I put it on AO3 I would be obligated to finish it and not chicken out after one chapter.

TW: Death

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Bela scanned the room that served as a cafeteria and weighed her options. It hadn't taken her long to learn the rules of her new home, and not the ones Mama Moseley gave out , but the code of the block. You wanted something, anything, and it all depended on who you knew and how much money you had. As it currently stood she had neither connections or money, something she needed to change.

Her eyes zeroed in on her target. Abaddon sat perched on top of one of the long tables surrounded by the adoring faces of her little team of criminals. Her lips were curled in a satisfied smile and her hands swished through the air as if conducting the story itself. Bela idly wondered what tale she was spinning that had the other merry murderesses so enthralled.

Bela squared her shoulders and quirked her lips into a smug yet warm smile, one that oozed confidence, and made her way over to the table wiggling her way in between Anna and Naomi with no apologies. She laughed at Abaddon’s next joke, inserting herself into the conversation.

The others continued to laugh, if somewhat more strained, and shifted their eyes to look at the newcomer flicking them between her and Abaddon. The one Bela had learned was named Tamera did not seem phased at all and reached over the rest to grab something off Tammi’s tray, a transgression that would not have been tolerated by anyone else but earned Tamara little more than an annoyed glance. Bela made a mental note.

“So, fresh blood. What are you in for?” Abaddon took a drag off her cigarette and pulled in a slow breath, tendrils of smoke escaping her lips and twisting their way to freedom. Her eyes were dark, she blinked lazily and left her lids half closed as if Bela wasn't worth the effort to lift them.

Bela inhaled and mentally prepared herself to spit out the same rehearsed story she and Mr. Roman has discussed over and over again. Bela opened her mouth to speak and Abaddon’s hand rose quickly as if she knew exactly what was happening in Bela‘s head.

“No, no, no. Not that story, anything but that story,” She punctuated it with an exaggerated eye roll. “We all have that story, I mean the real reason you’re here darling. What Johnny or Jill…” Her eyes briefly flicked to Tamara them back to Bela’s face. “…broke your heart and why. No need for bullshit here.” Abaddon flicked her cigarette and carelessly sent ashes flying.

Bela suppressed the wide grin she felt tugging at her mouth. Despite her better judgment she really liked Abaddon. She should have viewed this as little more than a power play, but the redhead’s lackadaisical way of sauntering through life left her head spinning and a million questions forming and dying on her lips.

“His name was Guy, real prick too. A jazz musician with a well tuned instrument.” Daring a bold move Bela reached out and drew the cigarette out of Abaddon’s lithe finger and pulled a long drag before handing it back and blowing the smoke over her shoulder. “We met, we fucked, he lied, and I blew him away. Both literally and figuratively. Not much else to it. Same old song and dance half the ladies in here have.”

Tammi huffed and gave a small wheezing laugh. Her tone was cynical and cold. “It’s never that easy .” Her eyes remained glued to the table the entire time she spoke.

Bela leaned forward and rested her chin in her hands and gave Tammi the ‘sweet eyes’ that usually left the men crumbling to their knees and asked, “So what about you then, what’s your story?”

Tammi finally looked up, a flash of some raw unnamed emotion flicked in her eyes before being replaced with her usual tough as a coffin nail mask she wore at all times. She splayed her fingers and held out her hands in a grand gesture and her face lit up as she eased into the role of story teller, “Enter in our male lead. Strong, lean, well off, well paid, and oh so generous.” She pulled one leg up underneath her and wiggled into a more comfortable position.

“Our leading lady cannot help but be drawn in - but the illusion of attraction only holds up for so long. Soon she tires of her he-man and craves something softer.” Tammi’s voice trailed off and she seemed to reconsider her story for a moment before continuing in a new direction. “That’s when I met her. Stunning blonde hair, fair skin - which I won’t lie looked really good stretched out next to mine, and a fire in her belly.”

Tammi pushed her wayward bangs out of her eyes and pursed her lips. “I should have never gotten involved with one of my students,” She shrugged and rolled her shoulders into the motion releasing tension, “but there was no way I was passing up on Ruby.”

Bela quirked up an eyebrow and silently urged Tammi on. Abaddon’s hand came into view as she held out an open pack of cigarettes to Tammi who took two. She stuck one behind her ear, “Oh but that wasn't the problem see,” she pulled out an old worn lighter and flicked it into life igniting the second cigarette. She pulled in a puff and exhaled before finishing. “See the problem wasn't Ruby. It was good old Ali. Not even sure if that was his real name or not.”

She laughed and flicked ashes into the cafeteria floor. “Fucking Ali and his stupid fucking controlling ways. He found out about Ruby, told me no one else could have me if he couldn't, what a cock” She shook her head, “Please. Could you get anymore cliché?”

The rest of the group murmured in agreement and nodded like a single entity. “I don’t think he could have hurt her if he had tried, but always better safe than sorry.” She pulled in another lungful of smoke. It was as natural as drawing in a breath of fresh air and Bela’s mind wondered how long the dark haired vixen had been indulging this little form of suicide.

“He comes home, I make him a drink - Earl Grey and whiskey - and I add a dash of my own secret ingredient.” Her face lit up with pride, “Little something I call ’holy water’. It’s a combination of Strychnine and a Hemlock tincture.” She let out a genuine laugh, the one you would let out on a carnival ride. “Took the bastard hours to die.” Tammi grabbed Tamara’s cup, a snub Bela assumed for her earlier theft, and downed the rest of it. “He had it coming.”

Abaddon reached out and ruffled Tammi’s hair in a strangely affectionate gesture. “Damn right he did.”

Wow, yes yes yes! I love 00Silva a lot, as it so happens. And the ending was fab. <3

Heheh yay I'm glad that you liked it then! :) I was going to go with 00Q but I thought it wouldn't fit.

So many wonderful prompts for books I haven't read - well I am going to now, but I haven't yet. So it's not spot on with the prompt, sorry, but I love the visual of angel!anna and witch!ruby (aside from the canon parts I mean, like stereotypical witch and angel uwu)

No trigger warnings.

http://thedahlingdarling.tumblr.com/post/62956107720/prompt-x

I couldn't resist, so here's the thing I made <3

http://spoopypie.tumblr.com/post/62960433096/yellow-wallpaper-au-prompt-michael-believes

fldskjf this is so good thanks!!!!

Sam is a fireman who has trouble sleeping at night, and so instead he goes on walks after dinner with his brother, Dean. On one of these ventures he finds Amelia, a peculiar woman staring up at the sky, and spends the rest of his walk in her company. They wander for their own reasons; he in hopes of airing book-smoke from his skin and troubling thoughts from his mind, she for fresh air and a moment of peace from her empty house and absent husband.

Okay, so I decided to do a modern twist of it where Lucifer is ridiculed and hated for his disfigured face. Dean's the bully and Cas is the saviour. I focused more on the theme of the story of The Hunchback of Notre Dame. I do hope that you like it! ^^
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The fists rained down on him, the smell of rubber as their shoes kicked him filled his nostrils. Lucifer curled tighter into a ball, hands covering his head as he tried to protect himself from their blows. He sobbed silently as they beat him and called him names.

“Look at you Lucy!” they taunted him. "You're so ugly!" “How could you even think of asking anyone to prom?”

They laughed, loud and boisterous, spitting at him. He bore it all.

“Don’t stare at me you ugly piece of shit,” the boy said hand raised, poised to hit him.

But the blow never came.

“Dean, stop.”

It was the voice of an angel. Lucifer blinked as he looked up, coming out of his cowering position. He saw who it was that had stopped Dean. It’s the boy from his class, Castiel Novak, the good boy who was friends with the bad boys.

“Cas, he was hitting on Jo.”

“What did he do?” Castiel asked.

“He was gonna ask her to prom.”

Castiel looked to Lucifer who lay slumped against the lockers in the hallway. He was the boy with the disfigured face. The burn marks covering the majority of it was what made him the object of ridicule in this school. It was the reason why the bullies always targeted him. Because he was ugly. He looked to Lucifer, “Were you?” he asked, his voice gentle.

“I would say no but he wouldn’t believe me,” Lucifer growled glaring at Dean.

Castiel put his hand on Dean’s shoulder as the boy moved in again, wanting to hit Lucifer. He felt Dean tense beneath his touch, “Go,” he said. He didn’t want to see them fight any more.

Dean sighed exasperated as he shook Castiel’s hand off of him, “Don’t waste your time on this shit,” he muttered then he left, taking the crowd with him down the hallway.

The teachers didn’t seem to give a damn about him either which was why he was shocked that Castiel even spoke up to save his skin. “Take my hand,” Castiel said holding his hand out to the other boy who stared at him wide-eyed and unbelieving. “I’m not going to hurt you I swear.”

Lucifer knew that was true he could see it in the boy’s eyes. He took Castiel’s hand and pulled himself up, grimacing as his body protested, still in pain from all the kicks and punches. He lurched forward, unsteady.

“They got you pretty bad,” Castiel mused as he supported Lucifer around the waist, headed towards the sickbay.

“Thanks,” Lucifer said as Castiel lowered him to the bed, calling one of the school’s nurses over to attend to him.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” the boy answered giving him a smile, a genuine smile that showed in his blue eyes. “I should get going,” he said looking to the wall clock, “I’ve got a class in five.”

“Ah-wait,” he said stopping Castiel just as he was about to leave. The nurse was already tending to him, cringing at the unsightly burn marks that covered his face. Lucifer didn’t need to look at her twice to know that she, like the rest of the people around him, disliked him for his looks.

Castiel turned, “What?”

“I…” Lucifer looked away, he didn’t know how to phrase this. “Why?” he asked. Why save him? Surely Castiel had some sort of reputation that he wanted to keep. Saving him and associating himself with him, the school’s ‘King of Fools’ as Dean had so rightly named him would be a great no-no.

Castiel shrugged, “It was the right thing to do,” he said. People needed to know that. Lucifer was still a human despite his disfigured face, he was still a living-breathing boy and it was wrong for people to shun him like this, to treat him like shit. “And Dean’s a bastard for trying to hit you for no reason.”

Lucifer laughed, “You’d best not let him hear you say that.”

Castiel shook his head. How Lucifer could still be so cheerful after all that…he couldn’t understand. “You rest well now,” he said, turning his back to the boy, “see you around.”

“Yeah, see you…” he whispered voice trailing off as Castiel left. It was like the room had been cast into darkness once more with the other boy gone. The only kindness that had ever been shown to him had come from that one boy.

In that moment, Lucifer felt a growing warmth, a yearning towards Castiel.

He knew that it wouldn’t go away anytime soon. And though he didn’t want to acknowledge it, he knew that there was a small part of him that was attracted to Castiel. A small part that loved him and was drawn towards him…

…drawn like a moth to a flame.

I hope this counts as a fill. I hope you like it! :)
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“I do,” he said taking the ring from him, grinning at him as he slipped it on to the blonde woman’s finger. Dean was smiling sweetly at his wife, Joanna Beth Harvelle or as Dean called her, Jo. Dean was happy, that was all that mattered to Benny.

After the ceremony, they proceeded to take pictures in the churchyard.

“Benny! Quick! One more shot!” Dean called as he grabbed him back and pulled him closer. He could still smell the scent of soap on Dean. The man sure had scrubbed up good. He looked stunningly handsome. He didn’t say anything but smiled for the camera as it captured the moment.

He stared at the picture now; the groom and all his groomsmen were in this shot. This was his favorite photo out of all that had been mailed to him. It had been a week since the wedding and he still couldn’t get over it. Dean was a married man. His eyes caught the way the corners of Dean’s eyes crinkled as he smiled, something that he liked ever since they were just young boys. Next to Dean on the other side was Sam. The once sickly boy had grown tall and strong, taller than Dean even.

It seemed like just yesterday that they were young boys, chasing each other in the secret garden in Misselthwaite Manor. Laughter filling the hot afternoons as they played together, Sam joining in later when Dean managed to coax him out. He closed his eyes, he could still remember the when Dean shared the secret of the garden with him. Just him.
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Dean’s green eyes sparkled with mischief as he pulled him aside.

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone okay?” he whispered.

“Alright. I promise,” he says, eager to know what it is that Dean was hiding.

The boy pulled out a key on a leather strap around his neck, “It’s the key to the garden,” Dean said, showing it to him, “I want you to come to the garden. It’ll be our little secret, you can’t tell anyone.”

Benny nodded; glad that he would get to share Dean’s company. Glad that there was something that he could proudly call his own.
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It was hard at first, talking to Dean. He wasn’t one of the most pleasant young boys. But slowly and surely Benny had earned Dean’s trust, teaching him how to trap spiders, how to coax birds to you and carry them. It was through their love for animals that Benny slowly began to realize that he enjoyed Dean’s company.

It evolved to more than that later on as they grew into young men.

Dean and Sam couldn’t play with him as much as before being confined to the house for their lessons now. Of course Dean, being the fidgety and adventurous person that he was, would sneak away sometimes when he found the lessons boring. And on those days, Dean would come to him to spend time with him. Benny smiled, lying back in bed as he relived the memory again.
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“Psst, Benny!” a voice hissed. Benny looked up from mixing the horse feed when he found no one he continued his work. But the voice called to him again and when he looked up, he found Dean standing there smiling at him.

“Dean?” he says almost too loud that the boy had to shush him, “What are you doing here? Aren’t you having lessons with your tutor?”

Dean laughed, “Bobby’s lessons got boring. Let’s go for a swim.”

“Swim?” Benny asked standing now as he went to pour the horse feed into the troughs.

“Yeah, down by the lake out back.”

“Won’t you get scolded?” Benny asked he knew how harsh his tutor was and he didn’t want Dean getting into any unnecessary trouble.

Dean rolled his eyes and groaned as he lumbered towards him, prying the bucket from his hand, “I’ve been through that so many times I don’t give a damn.” Then he took his hand, “Now come on.”

They ran out of the back gate, headed down to the lake. Benny still shocked that they were holding hands. His stomach did little flops now as he came to the realization that they were going to be alone by the lake. God he was nervous being alone with Dean for some reason. They slowed when they came to the pier. The water was so blue, glistening under the sun like the facets of a diamond. It was beautiful.

“Would you look at that!” Dean said, his voice full of awe as he began to undress, pulling off his waistcoat and tossing it aside as he started on his shirt, “Definitely worth skipping lessons to come here.”

Benny followed suit, undressing as well until they were just dressed in just their drawers. They took a running jump off the pier and into the water. Benny surfaced, taking in air as he treaded water looking around and waiting for Dean to resurface. Dean was nowhere to be found.

“Dean?” he called. There was no reply. “Dean!” as the moments dragged on he felt the fear rise in his throat. “Dean where-“ he spluttered as he was pulled beneath the surface. As he opened his eyes he glared at Dean who was smirking, bubbles leaving his mouth. He shook his head and swam back to the surface, Dean following after him.

“That wasn’t funny Dean!” he said as he gasped for air, Dean beside him laughing. He was truly worried that something might have happened to the other boy.

“Yes it was! Your face was all like,” Dean mimed what he looked like.

Benny splashed water at him, “Hell, I don’t look like that.”

Dean splashed him back and from there it turned into a full out splashing contest.
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A bitter laugh escaped from him at the memory. Benny felt the ache in his heart. Those were happier times. No, happier times for him. Dean was happier now where he was with Jo. Their marriage unlike all the rest wasn’t arranged for. They married for love.

Dean had asked him to be his best man at the wedding. He’d agreed, glad that he was given the position instead of Sam. Watching Dean say his vows and kiss Jo, Benny knew that he was supposed to be happy but he couldn’t. Not when he too, he who had been with Dean since his boyhood, loved him.

It was sad that Dean had never gotten to know that he was in love with him. But it was all for the better. Things would have gotten ugly if anyone knew and Benny didn’t want that.

All he wanted was for Dean to be happy.

Even if it meant that they could never be together.

Not in this life anyway…

AH! That's so great <3333 I absolutely love it, thanks so much c:

Ahhh, thank you very much! It's very lovely. :)

*TW for murder/ death

AU in which Balthazar is murdered and watches his little brother Castiel and family moving on after his death from his own strange heaven. [most likely gen, although you can definitely take liberties]

I would LOVE to see Abaddon coming from the ground, back from some kind of war and joking with/boasting to the people of the town about her involvement in the war. Suddenly, Naomi comes out of nowhere to bring lip about Abaddon's actual involvement, and it just turns into a sass-off. Of course, everyone who witnesses their little sass-off /knows/ they're in love with one another (even with all their disdain toward marriage and love, gross!), and it's all about getting them together with the start of a little joke/prank.

Bonus points for getting rid of the Claudio/Hero subplot, because let's face it, it's all about Abaddon and Naomi getting together by pushing the right buttons.

Okay I haven’t actually read the book but I really liked the prompt and I really needed to write something for it so here it is. I've posted it on other sites because it's too long here! I hope that you like it!

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Bonus Round 1

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Percy Jackson and the Olympians AU

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Sherlock Holmes AU for Castiel/Meg [NSFW]

Fill: Team Castiel/Lucifer, The Ring AU

Prompt, Team Castiel/Crowley, And Then There Were None AU

Fill, Team Anna/Jo,Megstiel Sherlock Holmes AU

FILL, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Bible AU

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, James Bond [Sort of NSFW]

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, The Scarlet Letter AU [NSFW]

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, World War Z

Prompt: Team Castiel/Lucifer, Paradise Lost AU

Fill, Team Anna/Jo, Chicago AU

Re: Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, James Bond [Sort of NSFW]

Re: Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, James Bond [Sort of NSFW]

Fill, Team Anna/Jo, Annaby Hex Hall Au

FILL, Team Anna/Jo, Yellow Wallpaper AU

Re: Fill, Team Anna/Jo, Chicago AU

Prompt, Team Abaddon/Naomi, Farenheit 451 AU

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Hunchback of Notre Dame [Part 1]

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Hunchback of Notre Dame [Part 2]

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, The Secret Garden AU

Re: Fill, Team Anna/Jo, Sam X Castiel Inferno AU

Re: Fill, Team Anna/Jo, Megstiel Water for Elephants AU

Prompt, Team Abaddon/Naomi , The Lovely Bones AU [Balthazar & Castiel]

PROMPT, Team Abaddon/Naomi, Much Ado About Nothing AU

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Openly Straight AU