srs2013 | Bonus Round 1

Bonus Round 1

Bonus Round 0 is now closed, and Bonus Round 1 is now open! Let's get creating, shall we?

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Lord of the Rings AU in which Castiel and Balthazar take the place of Merry and Pippin as they try to comfort each other after being kidnapped by Uruk-hai. Can end with their escape into the Fangorn Forest, or can continue with their meeting of Treebeard (who can be Bobby or someone else if you want to stick to just spn characters!).

This seems to match up both of the prompts I had, the idea I was hoping to write and the idea I gave you guys afterward. But gosh, I'm left feeling so sorry for the both of them. Eventually Crowley's going to realize he can't have Cas, and Cas is just going to enter a marriage that just isn't enough. I want to hug them both.

Hey, it's okay that you didn't read it right. In fact, despite the idea that all of these fills do take the party route, they're all drastically different. Yours is the only one in which they hook up no problem, the only happy ending imo. But of course if this is truly anything like The Great Gatsby, I know tragedy lies ahead beyond the ending of this fic...

Anna and Ruby in their cottage together post-apocalypse. Just them being dorks, really.

Anna was humming to herself as she stepped in to her and Ruby's comfortable little cottage, closing the door behind her and removing her coat, setting it over one of the chairs in the kitchen. She heard music, soft jazz, from the living room, and stepped inside. Here, she rolled her eyes. Ruby was curled in a tight ball on sofa, right next to the heater that kept the living room in the cold winters.

On the coffee table were three bags of McDonald's meals, and Anna could see not a fry left on the table. "Really?"

"I feel slightly sick." Ruby mumbled against the fabric of the sofa's left arm, not moving to uncurl her body.

"And you're surprised? How many bags of fries did you eat?"

"Nine." Anna shook her head, moving back into the kitchen and turning on the kettle to make tea.

"You're pathetic." Anna called into the living room.

"I am accomplished." Ruby retorted. "That's a record." This sentence was accompanied by a slightly sickly burp. Anna moved into the bedroom as the kettle boiled behind her, picking up their thick, warm quilt, and moved back into the living room. She lifted Ruby up with some effort, because Ruby was heavier than Anna but Anna had taken to attending a gym, and dropped her in the armchair as she set the duvet out on the sofa.

Ruby grunted, and Anna ignored her as she went to get their cups of tea. She set them on the coffee table and cleared away the paper bags for recycling (a concept Ruby apparently struggled with, judging by how often Anna was lectured by members of the council recycling team), and then lifted Ruby again, sitting on the sofa and dropping the demon to lie across her lap before wrapping the quilt around them.

"Warm." Ruby commented, her face mashed against Anna's thigh.

"And greedy." Anna said, unamused as she heard Ruby's stomach give a low grumble.

"Accomplished." Ruby corrected. Anna snorted, reaching for her cup of tea and the television remote, before turning on the television and swapping to BBC1.

"Are we watching Pointless?" Ruby asked in a groan. "Again? You are an old man from South-East England." Anna snorted. She'd found a fondness for the quiz show, but Ruby, as she made clear every afternoon, abhorred it. Despite her supposed loathing, she, of course, still joined in guessing answers.

"And you are a greedy demon who overeats from McDonald's." Ruby had no sufficiently clever response to that as Anna sipped at her tea, so instead, she nuzzled closer against Anna's thigh and closed her eyes.

"Stroke my hair." She demanded in a sleepy mumble, and Anna did, other hand clasping her cup of tea and taking occasional sips from it.

"Your tea'll go cold."

"I like it cold." Anna curled her lip in disgust.

"Ruby, that's awful." Ruby just snorted and pressed up for Anna to stroke her hair more.

Castiel's a brilliant consulting detective, Meg's a doctor, they solve crimes and make out. No biggie.
It could be gen if you're not into Megstiel.

IKR! I was listening to Lana Del Rey's song Young and Beautiful as I typed this and I was trying hard not to tear up!

I hope this counts as a fill?
Characters
Castiel - Alec
Balthazar - Magnus
Bobby - Hodge
Ruby - Isabelle
Dean - Jace)

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“Come on Castiel it’s just a bit of harmless digging after all why are you so obsessed about it?” the High Warlock, Balthazar was saying as he folded his arms over his chest, his appearance calm. He wasn’t going to admit to a thing.

“It involves me that's why. You don't have to dig on stuff about me you can just ask me...” Castiel muttered.

Balthazar shrugged nonchalantly, “I have no idea what you are talking about Castiel, no idea at all. Now why would I be digging for information about you hmm? I’m certainly not interested in you,” he lied.

Castiel chose to ignore that remark, “Oh really no idea?” he asked as he holds out the papers with his name on it to Balthazar, “Do they look familiar?”

The warlock swallowed, his face still a passive mask as he replied, “No, I have never seen those papers before. Not until you showed me that is.”

Castiel shook his head now rolling his eyes. His patience snapped and he throws the papers at the warlock, “Stop freaking lying will you Balthazar? It's good enough that you've come here to live at the Institute with us. And you're lucky that Dean even allows you to stay here. I for one would have kicked you out the moment I saw you Warlock. So tell me now, why were you searching for information on me?”

Balthazar expected this from him, Castiel was after all a Shadowhunter and like all the other Nephilim his attitude was no different, “Yes, yes the whole Downworlders being inferior issue once again. I should have expected this from you,” he says trying to feel anger at the statement but what he felt was instead a deep sense of disappointment and a dull ache. “I guess I should be counting my blessings and not speaking back to the high and mighty Shadowhunter isn’t that right?”

He turns about to leave the room before he whirls back around, prodding Castiel’s chest with a finger now as he said, “And for your information, Castiel the Shadowhunter you should really think twice before you think so highly of yourself. I am the High Warlock of Brooklyn, not just any random warlock. I don’t have to report to you before I get information on you. I don’t answer to anyone but myself.” He paused then added, “I didn't dig around information regarding you alright? You can ask Bobby about that if you don't believe me.”

Castiel flicked his finger away quickly, trying to quell the shudder that had coursed through him at the Warlock’s sudden touch, “Bobby” he scoffed, “He's a liar. I'm never going to trust a word he says, there’s just something off about him,” he pauses before continuing, “Fine. If you don't want to tell me I'll find it out on my own,” he says as he pushes Balthazar out of his room now, kicking the papers out after him before shutting the door in a haste.

He leans against the thick wooden door now, heaving a sigh, “Fuck. He shouldn't even be here,” he whispers closing his eyes. Castiel can still clearly remember the Warlock’s comment about his pretty blue eyes. He gulps, biting his lower lip as he tried to squash the growing feelings inside him, “He's creepy. Just bear with it Cas. He'll be gone once his home gets fixed…which is I don't know how long. I so do not want to meet him at dinner…”

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Ruby has just finished laying down the last of the cutlery for dinner, smoothing the side of the table cloth from a crease now as she looks at the perfect setting for dinner. Then she yells, “GUYS IT'S TIME FOR DINNER!!!!!” As usual the boys are always the ones that are down first. She watches as Dean, Castiel and Balthazar file into the dining hall. Balthazar, being new to the dinner table casually assumed the position of Dean's usual seat opposite Castiel.

Before Castiel can burst out in protest, Ruby drags him off to the side speaking in hushed tones, “Don't make a fuss about this seating arrangement will you? It's just for a while. Dean will be sitting beside you so it'll be alright. You just have to bear with it for now.”
Castiel growled, pulling Ruby’s hand away from where it was on his arm, “He needs to learn that this is our place he's here on our hospitality so he can't just go around taking our seats,” he says loud enough as he shoves past Ruby now and sits opposite the Warlock with an obvious dark mood.

Balthazar fought to keep down the bitter taste of resentment and irritation at the comment but he couldn’t help it, he’d thought Castiel to be so much nicer, “Well, someone's in a bad mood. Wonder who dared to piss off the oh-so-great Shadowhunter today, bet that was one unlucky person,” he says feigning ignorance.

Castiel glowered with anger, forced to keep quiet for the sake of keeping the peace at the table. He knew how Ruby liked to have peaceful dinners, or at least as peaceful as things could get.

“Thank you,” Balthazar said to Ruby when she passed him the jug of juice that she had prepared, “at least some Shadowhunters know how to treat the higher ups with manners.” He didn’t know why but he wanted to see how far he could push Castiel, it was truly amusing. “Now you were talking about the sudden rise in…Ouch! What was that for?”

Castiel smirked at Balthazar’s exclamation, “Oh sorry, that was your foot Balthazar? I couldn’t see it because Warlocks are always making parts of themself go invisible,” he said stifling his laughter together with Dean beside him who was taking a long drink and trying hard not to laugh either.

“Alright this is seriously getting fucked up,” Balthazar said irritated now. Clearly Castiel was ganging up against him with Dean. “Is this how your great Nephilim hospitality is like? I bet even those wayward vampires can do better than you,” he said directing the comment to Castiel before he turned to Ruby, “I must thank you for the meal but it seems that I am not welcomed here by some,” he said glaring pointedly at the two Shadowhunters who were still trying not to laugh before grabbing his plate and standing, “I will be in my room if you need me.”

The moment the Warlock had left the room the two Shadowhunters burst out into laughter. Dean swiping tears from his eyes now before he calmed down, “Well you really hate the guts of that guy huh,” he says pushing the food around on the plate, he wasn’t about to eat it. Ruby’s food wasn’t the best and well the few times he had eaten it, it had only ended up in him having a really bad case of diarrhea.

Castiel was exasperated, “You don't get it Dean! He was checking up on me he just won't admit it. I saw those papers he had about me…with my name and all my information on it. It was creepy as hell. And I don't know…” he paused shaking his head, pushing the food away now. “I'm not hungry.”

“Cas what he spoke was the truth though, the Clave permitted his entry for half the reasons of providing shelter, and the other was to investigate the string of unsolved demon sightings. Bobby’s given him the right to stay here, I guess maybe he just wants to know more about the inhabitants you know?” Dean said taking another drink of the juice, “How about we do some sparring later to work that frustration out?” he asked grinning at the other, he knew a good sparring session would help to take away Castiel’s frustration. It was always the best remedy.

“If he does, I wouldn’t mind if he talked to us, I mean come on Dean, if you found him with papers containing your information wouldn’t you be freaking out?” he asked seeing Dean shrug. He shook his head pushing back his chair now, still confused. If Balthazar had been wanting to know more about the inhabitants of those at the Institute, then wouldn’t he had had other papers on Dean and Ruby as well? Why had there been only papers on him? He decided to take Dean up on his offer, “Sparring it is, lets go,” he says as he grabbed his partner by the arm, pulling him along now in the direction of the combat halls.

Once they were there, Castiel changed into the training gear as he grabbed twin wooden rods, “How about pair training?” he says tossing one of the rods to Dean now who catches it perfectly, “So what're the rules?”

“Hmm, first to three points and no stamina runes. Aim to disable for round one, then round two we aim for the killing shot and–”

Before he could finish the Warlock was once again there in the combat rooms. Castiel acted on instinct, aiming to strike Balthazar. But the Warlock avoided the blow as he teleported to a safer distance wearing a triumphant smirk on his lips. “Watch it Castiel. I’m not part of your sparring terms,” he said. He was intrigued by the fact that the Shadowhunters were not going to use their stamina runes. Well…he just wanted to get to know Castiel so he proposed this, “How about the two of you have a go at each other, without stamina runes. Winner takes me on after that. And I won’t use magic.”

Edited 2013-09-22 16:07 (UTC)

Castiel smirked, how foolish the Warlock was. He batted Balthazar with the wooden rod once more in acceptance of his challenge.

“Eager to fight aren't we?” Balthazar teased, loving the way Castiel’s blue eyes flashed with the spoil for a fight. He couldn’t wait to see who came out on top.

Castiel glared at Balthazar who calmly took his seat on the sidelines with another cocky smirk, “Oh he's all mine Dean. Sorry but I’m going all out on you,” he strikes his partner quick and fast, taking Dean by surprise as he quickly disarms him, the wooden rod clattering to the side now leaving Dean with his hands as his only form combat.

He focused on the killing strike now since that was the second point. He blocked Dean’s blow now, smiling as their eyes met, “Mmm you still fight good with your hands,” he says hearing Dean grunt in acknowledgement now. Castiel of course doesn’t want to hurt him but his yearning to put Balthazar down is even stronger.
Dean of course knows that Balthazar is interested in Cas, he knows that the Warlock has been interested in him from the moment since they met. Which is one of the reasons why he doesn’t put up a resistance when Castiel kicks him away. He pretends that he is tired as he struggles to get back up on his feet slowly.

“There,” Castiel exclaims, triumphant as he holds the rod to Dean’s chest, the Shadowhunter lying flat on the mat. He is panting from the quick workout and he swipes away sweat from forehead, “two rounds since we were interrupted when he came in,” he says nodding to Balthazar as he releases Dean from the wooden rod, reaching a hand to Dean to pull his partner up.

“Are you gonna be staying here Dean?” Cas asks him as he stands, brushing the dirt off of him. Dean shakes his head running a hand through his hair, “Seems pretty intense here. I think I am going to leave you two boys to work it out!” he says all grins as he turns to leave, waving absently as he slips out of the training room.

Castiel is already prepared for the next round. He is prepared to beat an answer out of Balthazar. He hands the Warlock the wooden rod and unintentionally his hand slips, brushing against the other’s hand.

Balthazar shivers at the tingle racing up his arm from just that small brush of Castiel’s hand, attempting to shrug off the obvious attraction to him as he prepares for battle. “Seems like you Nephilim truly live up to your name then,” he commented, taking in Castiel’s ragged appearance, “Fast, vicious, and pretty much ruthless. Deadly as well,” he said grinning. He has his shirt off with the snap of his fingers, magic, “It can get pretty hot in here Castiel,” he said nodding to the Shadowhunter’s singlet that was sticking to his lean body, damp with sweat.

He noticed the way Castiel’s eyes gave him a sweeping glance and had to stop himself from smirking, “Wonder if those that created the stamina runes had anything else in mind, for any purpose apart from combat...” he says more to himself but loud enough to get Castiel’s attention. He likes how the Shadowhunter’s cheeks colour in embarrassment at the suggestive remark and he knows now just what Castiel was thinking off as well.

“Don't make such crude comments, the stamina runes were created for fighting purposes only,” Castiel replies as he averts his eyes now, feeling awkwardly hot now that Dean is gone and Balthazar and him are alone. The Warlock just standing there spinning the rod in his hands, topless. ‘Of course the stamina runes could be used for other things…’

“So, up for dinner? I missed quite a bit of it just now and Ruby’s cooking is really…extraordinary. Maybe we could catch a movie, hang out after that...?” he says not knowing how or why he had gone and said that to Castiel.

‘The nerve of him!’ Castiel wanted to sock him in the face, “For your information I’m still angry with you for digging information on me and not telling me why. So the answer is no. I'm not going to go anywhere with you…” he paused then reconsidered it for some reason, “though we could use that as one of the criteria for the fight,” he said, seeing Balthazar’s eyes light up in interest. “If I win you leave the compound. If you win I’ll…go out with you…and you promise you're not going to use any magic for this?”

Balthazar nods, “I promise. It'll be a fair fight,” he says.

“Good. Three rounds then. First to disarm, second is hand combat and third we continue with the hand combat and deal the killer blow. Alright?” Castiel asks looking to the Warlock once more his eyes lingering a little to long on Balthazar’s toned chest. It was very distracting. He finally dragged his eyes away from that distracting swirl of hair around Balthazar’s navel that led down into the band of his pants, getting into his fighting stance.

“Challenge accepted,” he chuckled rolling his shoulders back, enjoying the not-so-subtle attention from the Shadowhunter. “I aim to win that date,” he informed smirking and taking advantage of the moment of distraction. Castiel was clearly attracted to him, though he so strongly denied it. Just like that Balthazar has won the first round with a quick blow to both the wrists and disarmed the Shadowhunter.

Castiel growled, throwing the stick to the side roughly letting it clatter noisily to the ground and making a show of how displeased he was. “No more dirty tricks for this round,” he said narrowing his eyes as he stared the Warlock down before attacking.

“Fuck!” Balthazar hissed as he reeled back from the Shadowhunter’s punch, “okay you pack a mean punch I get it,” he teased riling up the other as he ducked and narrowly missed the second blow, feinting then moving in from the side to deal a quick upper-cut. “Now that we are eve-shit!” he cussed as Castiel struck him again. This time Balthazar came away with a bleeding lip, he drew in breath through his teeth now, tongue flicking out to lick away the blood, “Okay, round two to you,” he said panting, equally tired, “Try not to disfigure my face though, I rather like it.”

Castiel smirks, enjoying the session more than he had expected. He had to say that the picture of a beaten and bleeding Balthazar looked rather good. He stretched, loosening the kinks in his joints for the last round.

They met each other blow for blow, a smooth dance of lethal moves, each intercepting the other’s strike just at the right moment. Castiel gasped in surprise when Balthazar drew him close as they grappled, their heated breaths mingling. He heard the Warlock chuckle, “You do really have pretty eyes, you know?” he says. Castiel hates it when he says such distracting things it makes him want to grab the Warlock and shut him up with a kiss. Instead he knees Balthazar and aims a blow for his jaw.
“This has got to be the most hard-earned date I have ever gotten,” Balthazar remarks swiping the back of his hand over his lips now and coming away with blood. Damn Castiel was good at hand to hand combat and making him bleed. “I figure I might as well explain it to you now, before you try to ruin my face again,” he says as he feints backwards, dealing another blow to Castiel’s side.

“I did research on you, albeit it was an accident. Or not,” he added hastily when Castiel came in for another blow to the face, “Can you blame me? Cute eye-candy in amidst of those dusty demon tomes, which information do you think I would read up on first? You, of course.” ‘I like you.’ Balthazar tackles Castiel to the floor, trying to pin him down but the Shadowhunter is fast, writhing out from under him and trying to crawl away.

Castiel is panting wildly now and he can feel Balthazar’s hands on his ankles dragging him backwards. Still he struggles, trying to crawl away. He yelps when he feels strong hands on his waist, a strong vice like grip on his hips as he is yanked back and pinned to the mat. Castiel is flipped onto his back, chest heaving as he glares up at Balthazar who is towering above him. “I win,” he hears the Warlock rasp before he leans in to capture the lips.

Balthazar smirks into the kiss tasting the sweat, the slightly coppery taste of blood and sweet sense of satisfaction as he feel’s Castiel’s body beneath his, heart racing against his chest.

Castiel of course does the obviously right thing and tries to fight Balthazar off. He fails though and ends up moaning into the kiss instead when the sneaky bastard slides his leg in between his own, his knee gently pressing against Castiel’s growing erection. “B-Balthazar…” he gasps then swallows, panting for air. He is still trying to fight the Warlock off and is miserably failing. Castiel finds himself kissing Balthazar back now, tasting the metallic tang of blood on his tongue as lets his tongue trace the outline of Balthazar’s lips.

“Fuck…” he cusses, he rarely cusses. The feeling of kissing the Warlock is too damn intoxicating and Castiel wants more. He parts his legs, a needy gesture, to accommodate Balthazar who kneels between his legs. Then he wraps them around the Warlock’s waist and locks his ankles behind his back. “Mmph…oh god,” Castiel pulls him closer, his lips parting as he slides his tongue against Balthazar’s. He tastes so good.

Balthazar groans at the way Castiel is so needy beneath him. So vocal too with the way he cusses then calls on god. The Shadowhunter’s hands going to fist in his hair, massaging his scalp before slowly moving down to gently knead his neck and then rake down his bare back. Castiel’s hips were unknowingly thrusting up into him, and the Warlock grows harder at the constant friction and pressure on his own erection.

Castiel pulls away roughly then, shocked at his actions and still panting. He lets out a shuddering breath before speaking, “Balthazar…what the fuck…” he whispers, chewing on his bottom lip as he lies there, looking up into the Warlock’s lust darkened eyes, gathering his thoughts. His hands dropping from around Balthazar’s waist, as he opens his mouth to ask the next question, “What are you trying to say?”

“That I like you,” Balthazar says as if it is already not obvious enough, he slips his hand into Castiel’s, twining their fingers together, “You are an obnoxious and rather rude, Shadowhunter, but you are also strong and hot as hell and I can't deny the attraction I have for you,” he says as he leans in and indulges in another deep, passionate kiss. This time he takes it slowly, showing Castiel just how gentle he can be. He feels Castiel’s hand running down his bare side, caressing his skin and he shudders, finding himself rolling his hips into Castiel’s own.

“Shit…” he whispers, eyes still closed as he leans his forehead to Castiel’s, “Damn these sexual urges,” he growls. Pulling back now, rather reluctant, “We could always continue you know? Unless you would rather go on our date since I won,” Balthazar teased him.

Castiel smacked him lightly on the shoulder, “Shut up,” he says flustered, “I…don't mind it…I mean I’m game to try out new things…” he paused swallowing, a little laughter escaping his lips when he noticed Balthazar’s erection, “Well you're certainly eager to have more than just two kisses. But I'm not going to jump in so quickly though,” he says moving so that his lips are by Balthazar’s ear, “So solve your hard cock yourself Balthazar.”

He pulled back now, smirking as he saw the Warlock’s stunned face, “I did only promise you dinner and a movie and as a Shadowhunter I must honour my promises. So,” Castiel pushes Balthazar off of him, standing now, his cheeks still heated as he looks down at the topless Warlock, “I’ll see you later at 7 in the main hall Balthazar. In the mean time you should really do something about this,” he says and teasingly prods Balthazar’s crotch with his toe, smirking again at his hardness.

Balthazar lets out a disappointed sound, shocked at just how bold Castiel can get. Yet his cheeks still colour in embarrassment as he walks out of the training room with a casual, “I'll see you later.”

“Fuck…” Balthazar hisses as he stands, “now for that damned cold shower.”

Edited 2013-09-22 16:07 (UTC)

Castiel/Meg - Castiel as Charlie, Meg as Sam, and Sam as Patrick. Following along the same lines of the book but you can change parts to fit characters of Supernatural (Lucifer as his older brother, in place of his aunt with the whole bad touch thing maybe?) I'll leave it pretty open for anyone who wants to do it :)

Edited 2013-09-22 16:38 (UTC)

Oh god, this is so hot (especially because it has my favourite pairing) and there's really nothing that I love then Varys (and Crowley). I should bake you a cake or something. xD

Benny/Dean - Dean can't cope with being the older brother anymore. Left alone to look after everything, he has to be in control ALL the time.
It starts slowly, with flashes of violence in his thoughts, and soon enough he's dreaming about little Sammy strung up in the motel bathroom, dangling from his tiny neck. It gets worse every time, and then he sees him; his usually absent father, stood in the corner smiling darkly.
Benny is the psychiatrist he finally forces himself to visit.

I sort of expanded on the ending of the prompt, hopefully you like it!
http://machiavellique.tumblr.com/post/61974413466/crowley-benny-fahrenheit-451-au-do-you-really

(I hope this counts too because damn I have never wanted an AU more than this one. I feel this one so hard. Brokeback mountain breaks my soul and denny fits so perfectly in that universe. Also, sorry for the rather abrupt ending...)

Dean never meant it to amount to anything. It was just a one-time thing right? A single moment of weakness that would have no consequences right? Wrong. When he woke up next to Benny that next morning he smiled to himself. But when it hit him, the full realization of what had taken place, what they had done, he didn’t smile any more.
He rode off up the mountain before Benny woke and looked back just in time to see the other man standing outside the tent watching him go.
They didn’t like to talk about it much, fearing what they had done and what it might mean. They let each other work it out what it meant for themselves. Eventually, however, they both arrived at the same conclusion. It had happened with no discussion, no agreement that this was right or wrong. But when they kissed for real that first time, Dean felt like he wasn’t on earth any more. The way Benny held him close during the cold nights, his big strong hands against his waist, the gentle scratch of Benny’s beard against his neck. Brokeback Mountain became something unreal. As close to heaven on earth as Dean ever imagined a place could feel. He lay in Benny’s arms that night, he let himself go, and he fell in love.
They didn’t say much when they parted after the job was done that first summer. They were afraid that if they said everything that needed to be said fate would have no reason to bring them together again. And they would drift and go their separate ways. But there was something in that goodbye that wasn’t completely goodbye. It was an “I’ll be seeing you again.”
But it wasn’t until much later that fate decided to reunite these star crossed lovers.
“Benny?” Dean burst through the front door of his house. He wasn’t seeing things. It really was Benny.
“It’s me, brotha.” They fell into each other’s arms, hearts beating faster, soaring higher than they had in years. Dean dragged Benny into the garage where he was sure his wife would’nt see them kiss each other like the desperate lovers they were. The pieces clicked into place right where they’d left off and it was like they weren’t both married with kids. It was just them again. They knew in their hearts it would always be just them.
So they loaded up Benny’s truck and took the weekend off, making straight for Brokeback Mountain.
“Been waitin’ so long to see you again, Sugar.”
“I know, Benny. It’s good to see you too,” Dean said as they sat by the fire that night.
“Can’t wait till we set this all right again. What’dya think about, maybe gettin’ a cabin up in these woods somewhere? Just you and me, all the time?”
Dean’s heart was screaming yes, yes, god I want that, but the smile faded from his face as reality prevailed.
“Sounds nice…” he mumbled and took a swig of whiskey.
“What’s the matter, sugar?” Benny said, moving closer to his lover.
Dean paused a minute, mulling it all over in his head. “I just think…it’s just not possible, Benny,” he sighed.
Benny’s face fell. He turned away to hide his disappointment. “Oh…”
“Look, Benny, it’s just, we’ve both got lives now. Different lives. And sure, we can come up here whenever we can make it, but living together? No way.”
“No, no I understand,” Benny said even though he really didn’t.
They never spoke on that subject ever again.
So that was how it was. They never saw each other for more than a few weeks at a time. Sometimes years in between.
They lived their separate lives, grew old with miles in between them, and loved each other and missed each other more every day. But Dean knew that what they wanted just couldn’t be. He kept telling himself it wasn’t real. Couldn’t be real. And so he didn’t let it become real.
It wasn’t until he got that postcard, deceased written in big ugly letters across the back, that he realized he’d only ever loved on man, and that was Benny. But it had been too late for this great revelation.
Dean lived alone for the rest of his life.

let me know if this doesn't work!
http://mooseleys.tumblr.com/post/61977122115/michael-adam-dorian-grey-au-for-srs2013-x

Balthazar/Castiel - These two go together really well actually, so you could just follow the storyline, and decide who you want to be human and who's an angel. Have Castiel in a different vessel maybe? So that he can be transferred to Jimmy as a resolution to the story ^^

Crowley/Sam fic taking place in the Cloud Atlas universe where over 5 time periods Crowley and Sam meet again and again in different lifetimes, circumstances bringing them inexplicably together and pulling them apart only to rediscover each other again in a different time and place. Doesn't have to follow the plot, just the concept of repetition and reincarnation.

Annaby tricking Dean. I just had to.

Anna was hot. Dean had met her in a bar, been suave and charming - as he always was - and now they were in bed together, post-coital. She’d been fucking gorgeous, and he was pleased with himself. That night, there had been no missions, no stupid, cryptic messages from M (Crowley was a hard-ass if ever there was one), no nagging - just a night out with an amazing woman.

Anna was asleep now, her red hair spread out on the pillow next to her, bright crimson against the cream sheets, and he grinned to himself. He was satisfied, comfortable, happy. He relaxed on the bed, dropping his head back on the pillow and closing his eyes, turning onto his side. He drifted off to sleep within a few minutes, happy enough.

He was the best fucking agent in security.

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When Dean woke, he was alone in the bed, but the shower was running in the bathroom. He grinned, making his way out of bed, mind already focusing on the idea of Anna in the shower, red hair soaked and hanging comfortably around her shoulders, skin wet. He was naked as he got out of bed and stepped towards the bathroom, pushing the door open and stepping in.

He was glad he wouldn’t have to take off his watch. It was nice, having a water-proof (fire-proof, tamper-proof, explosion-proof, et cetera-proof, thank God for the MI6’s design centre) watch. He could tell the time in the shower, though theoretically he could also be contacted by the ever-irritating Crowley.

Dean looked at his watch. A watch that he… Wasn’t wearing. Did he take it off before bed? No. No, of course he hadn’t: he never did that. He pulled open the shower curtain, revealing the spray of water, empty of hot lady.

Shit.

Dean ran back to the bedroom, looking around for his suit, his shoes, his gun, but all of it was gone. He heard a carhorn and ran to the window. He’d taken a secondfloor hotel room, and he could see the car upfront of the hotel.

Anna was in a red Ferrari, next to a dark-haired chick in a leather jacket. She kissed the other girl as he watched out of the window, before looking back up at Dean and giving him a little wave.

“Son of a bitch.” Dean yelled as they set about driving off. She’d left his phone on the side, and Dean looked at it reluctantly. Some of the tech probably had tracking devices in it, but for fuck’s sake, Crowley was going to scream at him for this. Fuckin’ hard-ass.

Dean sighed, making his way over to the side-table and picked it up, dialling the 666 speed-dial. Within minutes, Crowley’s all-too-familiar familiar voice was yelling down the line.

Edited (Needed info at the beginning. ) 2013-09-22 19:41 (UTC)

Perfect! The women always did seem to be smarter, than they? Love Crowley as M, too. <3

Ahhh! Absolutely incredible fill, I love the the effects on the portrait! Thank you!

TW: Body Horror

http://thedahlingdarling.tumblr.com/post/61999804165/dean-abaddon-coraline-au

I can't write, so here. *runs off and hides*

Set in Victorian England during the 1890s, Cassie Robinson is a sheltered teen living with her working class family and helping in their oyster restaurant. She becomes instantly and desperately enamored with a "masher", or male impersonator, named Tamara, who performs for a season at the local theatre. They begin a friendship that grows and blossoms into something more.

((Tamara from Season 3 Episode 1 "the magnificent seven, and Cassie from Season 1 Episode 13 "Route 666"))

tw: blood, gore (just in case)

http://machiavellique.tumblr.com/post/62007392200/abaddon-naomi-carrie-au-castiel-should-have-gone

Edited 2013-09-22 23:11 (UTC)

You already had a fill for Michael and Adam, so I went with Gabriel/Lucifer/Sam.

Gabriel was not a happy fire demon. He was not a happy fire demon at all. Lucifer, for the sake of all that was good and shiny and warm, had brought a human onto the castle. The creature’s name was Sam and he was slow, and stupid, and a good deal taller than Gabriel was when he gave the necessary expenditure to take a human form.

Not that Gabriel was jealous. Oh, no, he wasn’t jealous. Why would he be jealous? Gabriel was a smart, attractive fire demon. He didn’t need some stupid wizard telling him what to do anyway.

“Gabriel?” And there he was. Sam.

“What?” And no, Gabriel’s tone wasn’t churlish, thank you very much. He was just grumpy because he hadn’t got enough… Sleep. Yeah. That. Sleep.

“Come be human for a while.” Gabriel groaned, but then he pulled himself out of the grate and stood in front of Sam. Gabriel’s human form was attractive. Lucifer thought so anyway, and so did Gabriel. “C’mon.” Gabriel followed Sam up and out of the room. To his surprise, Sam insisted he follow into Lucifer’s bedroom rather than the living room, but Gabriel went along with it.

They’d played boardgames in here before. But then, once they were inside the colourful room of little dreams, Sam grabbed Gabriel and caught him in a kiss, making Gabriel give a surprised little sound against his lips. “Your turn.” And then Lucifer was kissing him too, and fair enough, he’d actually kissed Lucifer before.

“How do you feel, my beautiful little fire demon, about acting as a prize for us?”

“A prize?” Gabriel repeated, raising his eyebrows. Lucifer stroked over Gabriel’s shoulder, liking the feeling of Gabriel’s hot-to-the-touch skin.

“A prize.” Sam agreed. “And it would be fun for you too.”

“Oh, you think so, huh, buddy?”

“We’re going to play checkers, and for every piece he loses, he gets a kiss.” Lucifer purred.

“What about if you lose a piece?”

“He gets a piece.” Sam murmured, and Gabriel looked between them.

“Sure. Couldn’t go wrong.” Later, Gabriel was exhausted, sprawled out on the bed between both incredibly tiring humans.

“Both of you are shit at checkers.” Lucifer and Sam laughed as one.

ah cute!! i super appreciate the side references to sam and lucifer <3 <3

yooooooo it's everything i love in their dynamics thank you so much!!

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Bonus Round 1

Prompt, (Team Crowley/Sam) Lord of the Rings AU

Re: FILL, TEAM BALTHAZAR/CASTIEL, GREAT GATSBY AU

Re: FILL, TEAM CROWLEY/SAM, GREAT GATSBY AU

FILL, Team Sam/Crowley, Comfortable Domesticity

PROMPT, Team Anna/Ruby, Sherlock Holmes AU for Castiel/Meg

Re: FILL, TEAM BALTHAZAR/CASTIEL, GREAT GATSBY AU

FILL, Team Balthazar/Castiel, The Mortal Instruments AU [Part 1, sort of NSFW]

FILL, Team Balthazar/Castiel, The Mortal Instruments AU [Part 2, sort of NSFW]

PROMPT: Team Balthazar/Castiel - Perks of Being a Wallflower AU

Re: FILL PART 2, Team Crowley/Sam, Learning The Ropes, NSFW

PROMPT: Team Balthazar/Castiel - Psycho AU

Fill, Team Castiel/Crowley, You can never have too much

FILL, TEAM CROWLEY/SAM, DENNY BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN AU

Fill: (Team Crowley/Sam) Dorian Grey AU

PROMPT: Team Balthazar/Castiel - The Host AU

Prompt, (Team Crowley/Sam) Cloud Atlas AU

FILL, Team Crowley/Sam, Wrong-Placed Trust

Re: FILL, Team Crowley/Sam, Wrong-Placed Trust

Re: Fill: (Team Crowley/Sam) Dorian Grey AU

Fill, Team Anna/Jo, Coraline AU for Dean/Abaddon

Prompt, Team Anna/Jo, Tipping the Velvet AU CassieXTamara

Fill, Team Castiel/Crowley, Heads Will Roll

FILL, Team Crowley/Sam, Checkers

Re: FILL, team castiel/lucifer, howl's moving castle AU

Re: FILL, Team Crowley/Sam, Checkers