Bonus Round 1
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srs2013Bonus Round 0 is now closed, and Bonus Round 1 is now open! Let's get creating, shall we?
This round, the theme is book-based AUs.
If you have an idea for something you'd like to see, please leave a book title, 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 current team affiliation 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.
You will be awarded five points per prompt for the first five 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.
Bonus rounds are still rarepair only, but you can post prompts or fills for any rare 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, and if you change teams, points earned will transfer with you until the end of the team shuffle period.
This round will close on October 6.
This round, the theme is book-based AUs.
If you have an idea for something you'd like to see, please leave a book title, 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 current team affiliation 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.
You will be awarded five points per prompt for the first five 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.
Bonus rounds are still rarepair only, but you can post prompts or fills for any rare 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, and if you change teams, points earned will transfer with you until the end of the team shuffle period.
This round will close on October 6.
Fill, Team Abaddon/Naomi, Frankenstein AU
Date: 2013-09-23 12:14 am (UTC)http://foreordain.tumblr.com/post/62013035528/abaddon-naomi-frankenstein-au-naomi-is-an
*tw for blood and decapitation
Re: FILL, TEAM CROWLEY/SAM, DENNY BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN AU
Date: 2013-09-23 12:14 am (UTC)PROMPT: Cas/Dean/Samandriel- Never Let me Go (Team Castiel/Balthazar)
Date: 2013-09-23 12:25 am (UTC)Prompt, (Team Crowley/Sam) Princess Bride AU
Date: 2013-09-23 12:33 am (UTC)FILL, team gabriel/lucifer/sam, silvertongue (gabriel/lucifer/sam), NSFW
Date: 2013-09-23 12:35 am (UTC)"Sam Silvertongue," Gabriel calls him, and begs him to read from the story he and Lucifer had fallen out of, clawing at each other and spitting like angry cats. Sam refuses him, as much as he can; for all Gabriel's sweetness, he knows something dangerous lurks under his skin, and Lucifer's never pretended to be anything else. He knows he got off lucky with them, he doesn't want to know what worse thing might come through.
Still, though, there are some nights when he can't quite bring himself to say no. There are some nights when Lucifer adds his voice to Gabriel's, murmuring things about how lovely Sam's voice is, how nice it would be to hear him read something, his lips against Sam's ear. He'll wind an arm around Sam's waist and press the book into his hands, guiding him into the living room, where Gabriel will already be sitting expectantly.
They always sit on the floor, Gabriel on his left side, Lucifer on his right, pressed close against him. The angels have such limited concepts of personal space, especially when it comes to this ritual. Tonight, Lucifer's pressed his face deep into Sam's neck, his hot breath tickling the fine hairs there, and one of Gabriel's hands has wandered just up under his shirt, stroking his hip and tracing little symbols that Sam doesn't recognize. As loathe as he is to admit it, he enjoys the attention, the reverence they pay him as he opens the book.
"You're very distracting," Sam says, flipping to the page they'd left off on, and Gabriel hums, pressing a light kiss to Sam's cheek. He takes a deep breath, and reads.
Tonight, he reads about Gabriel and Lucifer's brothers; about Michael, the eldest, the wise one, forever pulling them both out of trouble. He reads about Michael protecting Lucifer from monsters with enormous teeth in huge mouths full of saliva, and wide, gaping eyes, horns and tails and everything monsters are supposed to have. Gabriel gives a little shiver as Sam goes through the vivid descriptions of beasts, and Sam hopes very dearly that none of them will make it through.
And he reads about Lucifer as he once was, bright and luminescent, so very beautiful, their father's favorite. He was the most well-loved of them all, Sam reads, and he shone brighter even than the sun.
"Until he Fell," Sam reads, and next to him, Lucifer makes a choked little noise.
"Lucifer," Gabriel says, and lays one of his small hands on Lucifer's larger one.
"You don't know," Lucifer mutters angrily into Sam's neck, "you weren't there. You ran away." His tone is accusatory, but he doesn't draw his hand away. "You left."
The book is still open on Sam's lap, the pages now littered with long feathers, pink and gold, the color of a sunset. Looking at them, Sam thinks he has an idea what the long scars on Lucifer's back are.
"Lucifer," he says gently, and draws away just slightly. "I think these are yours," he says, and presses a feather into Lucifer's hand.
When Lucifer lifts his head, he leaves Sam's neck wet with tears. He stares at his hand for a long moment, and next to Sam, Gabriel is perfectly still.
"Oh," he says, at last. "Oh." His face is blank, worryingly so. "They're mine," he says, and then he turns on Sam, shoving him down, pressing him into the carpet and straddling him. He crushes Sam's mouth under his own, ferocious and starving, devouring him.
"Sam Silvertongue," Gabriel says, slithering his way between them. He threads feathers into Sam's hair, forming quick, loose, little braids, and Lucifer laughs, kissing him on the nose.
"I'd nearly forgotten what they looked like," Lucifer says quietly. He sits up, his hands on Sam's hips, and without quite seeming to know what he's doing, he's unzipping Sam's jeans, pulling them down his thighs while Gabriel makes a little encouraging noise.
"Hey," Sam says, making a feeble effort at protest, but Gabriel grabs his wrists and pins them above his head, laughing.
"Hush, Sam," he says, and Sam exhales as Lucifer dips a hand into his boxers, stroking lightly, experimentally.
There's something unsure and inxperienced about Lucifer's touches, and Sam wonders how much he's done this before. He's seen them both naked (they'd lacked anything resembling boundaries, in the beginning), and he knows they aren't shaped any different from him. They certainly aren't shy about touching him, but there's so much he doesn't know about where they came from, how they did things there.
Still, as with all things Lucifer does, his confidence doesn't take long to increase, moving to longer, rougher strokes, jacking Sam's dick with precision. He's soon thrusting up into Lucifer's grip, sighing while Gabriel drags fingers through his hair and presses little kisses all over his face. Another hard twist of Lucifer's hand and he's coming, his stomach sticky with it. Lucifer blinks curiously at the come on his hand, before casually wiping it off on Sam's shirt.
It's with effort that Sam pulls himself upright, and nearly immediately afterward Gabriel pushes him back down, curling up beside him.
"Just stay like this," he whispers, and Lucifer hums his agreement, draping himself against Sam's back, an arm over his waist.
Re: FILL, Team Balthazar/Castiel, The Mortal Instruments AU [Part 2, sort of NSFW]
Date: 2013-09-23 12:36 am (UTC)Prompt, (Team Crowley/Sam) Maltese Falcon AU
Date: 2013-09-23 12:45 am (UTC)Prompt, Team Balthazar/Crowley, The Last Unicorn
Date: 2013-09-23 01:00 am (UTC)Castiel as The Unicorn/Amalthea, Meg as Prince Lír, Lucifer as King Haggard, Crowley as Schmendrick, Charlie as Molly Grue.
Re: FILL, Team Balthazar/Castiel, The Mortal Instruments AU [Part 2, sort of NSFW]
Date: 2013-09-23 01:10 am (UTC)PROMPT, Team Anna/Jo, Vampire Academy AU
Date: 2013-09-23 01:26 am (UTC)I'd love to see something like where the books start, with the two of them having run away and Anna having to feed on Jo so as not to attract suspicion, but you can really play with anything <3
If you haven't read the books, but want to fill this prompt anyways, here's an explanation of the two types of vampires --
-Moroi are full vampires -- sensitive to the sun, they need to drink blood, and they have magic of one of the elements(Earth, Water, Fire, or Air. Spirit is much more rare than the other four)
-Dhamirs are crossbreeds, either between a Moroi and a human, or a Moroi and another Dhampir. They're basically humans with some extra agility and strength.
FILL, Team Abaddon/Naomi, Dr Dolittle AU (picspam/tiny fic)
Date: 2013-09-23 01:28 am (UTC)hope you like it!
Fill: (Team Crowley/Sam) Sherlock Holmes AU for Castiel/Meg
Date: 2013-09-23 01:49 am (UTC)http://mooseleys.tumblr.com/post/62022102105/megstiel-sherlock-au-for-srs2013-x-castiels
FILL, team Gabriel/Lucifer/Sam, Song of the Lioness AU
Date: 2013-09-23 02:04 am (UTC)http://magnan.dreamwidth.org/496.html
FILL: Frankenstein (Team Castiel/Balthazar)
Date: 2013-09-23 02:25 am (UTC)When one ran their hand through the hair of another, their face was not filled with contempt like my creators when he touched me, but an emotion I had never seen before. The lips gently tugged back and the eyes creased, almost sparkled? Impossible, eyes do not sparkle.
Once I had sated my hunger, I found myself unable to leave, as curiosity kept my feet rooted to the ground. I had to learn the motivation behind these strangers’ actions.
There were three, all men like my creator, no companions, but they all seemed content nonetheless. I watched them for days and no one came, and no one left. There was no screaming like I had endured, except for at night, but in the morning they resumed their routine, unaffected it seemed. When one would touch another, it had the same tenderness my creator had shown me at my birth, but there was no disgust, only amazement, even though they repeated their actions so often, and surely they could not have changed so much in so little time?
And their lips touched. So often; brief encounters and long sessions of stealing breath. I touched my own lips with my clumsy hands, and felt a hollowness near my chest which I had not felt before.
They had a routine which was not quite obvious to me, but they all worked around each other in such a succinct manner that they were able to predict the others’ move, that it must be choreographed when my attention was elsewhere. One part of this dance was one of the gentlemen, with the deepest voice, enjoyed reading aloud to the others, a past time I partook in secretly; I found myself drinking in his words as much as his companions, constantly learning.
Perpetual time and attention was still not enough to understand some of their habits. For instance, they chose to be as naked as I, and used each other for body heat, which I could not comprehend because I knew they possessed clothes which would have been much more effective?
I found the pain in my chest growing, aching, never ceasing. The more I looked the worse my condition. Although I felt I still had much to learn about my unknowing companions, I left begrudgingly in hope I could by reunited with my father; I had a request he would be a fool to refuse me.
(I wrote this at 3 in the morning so I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense/has mistakes/is too short/isn't what you were after, I hope you still liked it)
Prompt, Team Anna/Jo, The Diviners AU
Date: 2013-09-23 02:27 am (UTC)Prompt, Team Charlie/Jo, Time Traveler's Wife AU
Date: 2013-09-23 02:57 am (UTC)Charlie was born with a rare genetic disorder that causes her to time travel against her will, backwards and forwards in time. Charlie arrives in whatever time she travels to naked and has picked up lock-picking and other survival skills. Jo is an artisan knife maker who has known an adult Charlie her whole life, but when Charlie first meets Jo she has no idea who she is. Jo is Charlie's anchor point and support, because she can't control her time jumps.
*Does not have to be faithful to the book's ending.
Prompt, Team Anna/Jo, Song of the Lioness AU
Date: 2013-09-23 03:37 am (UTC)Re: FILL: Frankenstein (Team Castiel/Balthazar)
Date: 2013-09-23 04:05 am (UTC)Fill, Team Castiel/Crowley, Brokeback Mountain AU
Date: 2013-09-23 04:41 am (UTC)http://machiavellique.tumblr.com/post/62037087885/dean-benny-brokeback-mountain-au
Fill, Team Anna/Jo, Annaby/Harry Potter oneshot
Date: 2013-09-23 04:53 am (UTC)http://harvellemilton.tumblr.com/post/62037923060/annaby-harry-potter-au-for-srs-2013-x
Re: Fill, Team Castiel/Crowley, Brokeback Mountain AU
Date: 2013-09-23 05:00 am (UTC)FILL,Team Crowley/Sam, Awakened
Date: 2013-09-23 11:55 am (UTC)"My dear, darling doctor, I have solved the case!” Castiel pronounces, his low voice echoing through the room, in the odd, archaic way he often speaks when suddenly awakening in the middle of the night when Meg is trying to sleep.
"Is that so?" Meg asks in a mumble, slowly and lazily making her way onto her side to look at him. Castiel is naked and she looks at his back where he’s sat straight up, the muscles in his shoulders and the scars on his skin looking oddly ethereal in the gentle moonlight filtering in through the blinds.
"Yes," Castiel turns, and the joy on his face is immense, as it always is. "You see, our victim was-"
"Shut up." Meg interrupts him, holding up a hand. Castiel’s mouth closes with a click. "Lie back down." Castiel does, lying down and then turning on his side so they’re both facing each other. He looks like a kicked puppy without being able to tell her all about it, and Meg closes her eyes before doing what she always, always does, and sits up, leaning on her hand and resting on her elbow. “Okay, shoot. But speak quietly, and we’re not actually doing anything other than remain in this bed until that alarm clock goes off in the morning. Do you understand me?”
"Yes, Meg, of course I do. Now, our victim-" Castiel talks animatedly, despite running on barely two hours’ worth of sleep, and despite herself Meg smiles as he explains his new theory. Castiel is a sweet man, pretty and earnest, but God, his detective thing is tiring.
Not that Meg would give it up for anything else in the world. By God, it - and indeed, Castiel himself - was the best thing that’d ever happened to her.
FILL, Team Balthazar/Castiel, The Mortal Instruments AU
Date: 2013-09-23 01:08 pm (UTC)Character List
Dean – Jace
Castiel – Alec
Crowley – Valentine
Jo – Clary
Balthazar – Magnus
Or return from following after thee—for whither thou goest, I will go,
And where thou lodgest, I will lodge.
Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.
Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried.
The Angel do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
The root of their problem is gone. With everything back in place and with Crowley destroyed, their world has been set straight once more. Set right for everyone other than Castiel himself of course. He knew what the end meant now that Jo and Dean were confirmed not to be brother and sister. He had seen it coming all along and back then he had thought that everything would be all right because he had someone that he loved too, the High Warlock, Balthazar.
Castiel curled up on his side in bed, closing his eyes as if to shut out the pain at the thought of the Warlock. It was his fault that their relationship had come to an end. He’d wanted to stay by Balthazar’s side forever, to do that he had to become immortal and he’d searched for ways to do that but they resulted in becoming a vampire or turning to the dark arts both of which were offers that he refused. Then there was the other option that was to take away Balthazar’s immortality and one of the witches had offered to help him. Castiel didn’t like her terms and eventually refused the offer.
There was no problem in that of course until Balthazar discovered that he had even considered taking away his immortality in the first place. That’s where all the heartache came in to play. Balthazar ended their relationship despite his pleas for one last chance. Why couldn’t Balthazar see that what he had done would be for their good? So that they could live together and grow old together…maybe Balthazar just didn’t love him enough.
Castiel reaches to the bedside table for one of the phones he keeps there flipping it open, the display illuminates his face. The time is 1.24AM. He shuts the phone again. Balthazar is probably asleep. So would Ruby and Jo. Through their bond he can feel that Dean is still awake, he’s having trouble sleeping as well.
He sighs turning so that he is lying on his back looking up at the ceiling. Just this evening they had all sat down to talk about their futures. Castiel didn’t say anything, he’d just sat there and listened and they hadn’t asked him anything until the last moment, Jo opened her mouth and asked him why he had returned to the Institute. It was an unintentional comment she didn’t know about what had happened between Balthazar and him.
“This is my home,” he’d told her. He didn’t expect them to understand, well not Jo at least.
Balthazar had kicked him out of his apartment telling him to take his things and to leave his key to the apartment on the table when he left. Their goodbye was the most hurtful thing that Castiel had ever experienced and even now, his throat tightened with emotion, eyes becoming blurry as he thought about it. Balthazar had wanted to sever all ties with him, go so far as to say that he never wanted to see him ever again.
He hadn’t cried then, but when Castiel returned to the Institute he locked himself in his room and cried. Then came the portion where he’d called Balthazar just to hear his voice. Each time he would hang up when Balthazar picked up his calls. Castiel still felt attached to him and as long as Balthazar continued to pick up his calls he knew that the Warlock wasn’t that angry as to ignore him completely.
It was still dark when Castiel found himself walking down the hallway headed towards Dean’s room. Before he knew it he stood outside Dean’s door. He knocked for the sake of politeness. He didn’t know if Jo might be inside there with him and Castiel wanted to avoid an awkward situation at all costs.
“Dean? It’s me…” Castiel said. When the door didn’t open, he knocked again, “It’s Castiel.”
There was silence before Castiel heard him reply, “Coming.”
The door opened and Dean stood there in his pajamas that consisted of a tight fitting black singlet and drawstring pants, his hair was tousled, “Did you have company?” Castiel asked raising a brow at his disheveled state.
Dean shook his head, “No, I can’t sleep,” he said then opened the door wider, “you can come inside if you want.”
Castiel took his invitation and walked past Dean into the other Shadowhunter’s room. It was as he remembered, pristine, bare, almost like a monk living in a monastery. He smiled at the thought. Then Castiel spotted the black duffel bag sitting on top of the wooden chest at the end of the bed and he gulped, knowing what it was for.
“You’re not really leaving are you?” Castiel asked, his back to Dean as he stood there in the middle of the room.
Dean fell silent, running a hand through his tousled hair as he looked at Castiel who stood looking at his packed bag. Of course he was leaving. What else could he say? It would be a lie to tell him otherwise.
“Can you not go?” came Castiel’s voice once again, a small plea.
His mind was made up a long time back. He wanted to stay with Jo. Dean knew the consequences of it. He knew how much this would hurt Castiel seeing as he was the only one here left without a happy ending. But Shadowhunters are forbidden from falling in love with their parabatai and Dean had gone and done just that.
“There’s nothing here for me Cas,” Dean said dismissively as he climbed into bed once more, catching the look of hurt on Castiel’s face at the comment.
Castiel moved the duffel bag aside as he took a seat on the chest, pulling his legs up to him now as he curled up into a ball. “What about us?” Castiel asked.
“We’d still be parabatai, just that we won’t be living together,” Dean said looking at Castiel’s defensive posture.
“I’ll miss you,” Castiel replied, swallowing past the growing lump in his throat.
Dean froze at those words, he hadn’t thought that Castiel cared. He’d never given it a thought that maybe Castiel liked him as well. “I’ll miss you too,” he murmured as he moved forward now, to place a hand on Castiel’s shoulder, feeling as the Shadowhunter tensed beneath his hand.
“I should go.”
“No. Don’t,” Dean said quickly, grabbing Castiel’s hand now, “Stay with me tonight.”
Castiel stayed put, feeling the warmth of Dean’s hand on his skin. It was wrong. But he had loved Dean all this while before Balthazar. And now Dean was finally going away. He was going to leave him here in the Institute all alone. The Institute had been his home for years ever since Dean had joined his family as his adoptive sibling. Castiel moved back to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it before lying down.
He felt as Dean slid closer to him. Stiffened as he felt Dean’s arm circled his waist and pulled him flush against his chest. It wasn’t awkward. It felt right some how and Castiel settled down beside him. “What will happen of our bond?” he asked.
“Nothing I guess. Jo isn’t a mundane so the bond won’t break.”
“You’re not quitting the life of a Shadowhunter?” Castiel asked, knowing that was the other way that would break their bond.
Dean chuckled, “No. I’m not going to leave all the demon killing fun to you and Ruby alone.”
“So you’re just going to leave the Institute?”
“Yeah.”
A small smile crept onto Castiel’s lips, at least his bond with Dean would remain as it was.
“Did you fall asleep yet?” Dean asked, his voice a little slurred.
“I was just thinking. You should sleep Dean if you’re tired. You have to travel to meet Jo tomorrow,” Castiel answered as he let his hand cover Dean’s, the one around his waist, patting it and lulling the other to sleep.
He was really going to miss talking to Dean, sparring with him and sharing all the jokes with him. There were secrets about him that no one but Dean knew. He would miss all the time that he had spent with Dean. If he had known that his relationship with Balthazar would end the way it had, maybe he would have ended up with Dean instead. Or as close as they could be being parabatai.
When morning came, Dean burrowed deeper into the familiar scent before him. Sighing in contentment. It was warm and he wanted to stay here for just awhile more, oblivious to the rest of the world and the reality that he would have to face with the light of day. He tried to force himself back to sleep but it was no use, he was already wide-awake.
Next to him Castiel was still fast asleep, curled up on his side, holding onto his arm. His chest rising and falling steadily as he slept, he was the perfect image of serenity. Dean didn’t want to wake him up so he carefully extricated his arm from Castiel’s grip, sitting up in bed now. He looked to the duffel bag at the end of the bed. Today is the day that he started a new life outside of the Institute.
Silently as possible he changed and got dressed in jeans and a button down shirt before pulling his jacket over the shirt. Dean went back to stand beside the bed, looking down at a still sleeping Castiel. “You must’ve stayed up later than me huh,” he mused, letting his finger trace down Castiel’s cheek, over the high of his cheekbone. He smiled; he wouldn’t mind waking up to this every morning.
“I’m sorry Cas,” Dean whispered as he tucked Castiel into bed, pulling the covers up so that they covered the sleeping Shadowhunter. He hesitated for a moment then leaned in and kissed Castiel on his temple before he slipped out of the room, leaving Castiel alone, still asleep in his room as the sun rose and a new day started.
Re: FILL, Team Balthazar/Castiel, The Mortal Instruments AU
Date: 2013-09-23 01:32 pm (UTC)FiLL, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Howl's Moving Castle
Date: 2013-09-23 02:53 pm (UTC)A small black speck falls through the sky, headed for the lush green hills. Samandriel catches a glimpse of it from one of the windows in the house. He stops his work; curious he dashes to the door, turning the dial so that it opens to the door that leads out of the castle and onto the hill.
“Samandriel, how many times have I told you to keep the door closed?” came the voice of the fire demon from the hearth. Humans. They didn’t understand the effort it took to power a gigantic moving house.
Samandriel ignored Balthazar, the fire demon that is, sticking his head out of the door as he watched the black speck getting larger and larger.
“Castiel’s not going to like it when he gets back,” the fire demon threatened him again.
“I don’t think he’s going to be in the condition to scold me,” Samandriel said as he dashed out of the house now, headed towards the falling creature. As it crashes into the ground outside the moving castle, Samandriel’s heart skips a beat. He’s seen this hulk of a bird in his dreams before and he knows who this is.
Behind him the moving castle groans to a stop and he can hear Balthazar’s voice from the open door, calling him back inside along with a string of expletives. He doesn’t listen instead he cautiously approaches the monstrous bird, its midnight black feathers glinting in the dim light of the sunset. He notices the way the bird’s wings rustle as he approaches, spreading wide as if to defend itself.
Samandriel holds a hand out, palm facing the beast, “Cas? Castiel, it’s me Samandriel,” he says. He can see the outline of Castiel’s face beneath all the feathers and with cautious steps he stands before the beast that is Castiel, his hand brushing past the feathers and cupping the wizard’s cheek. “Castiel please listen to me I know you’re in there,” he says and the large wings move to cover him, encasing him and trapping him there.
A shudder of fear courses though him and he gulps, afraid that the beast might attack him. He doesn’t know how much of Castiel’s conscience is in this transformed state of his. Samandriel does know however that with each transformation, it is getting harder and harder for the wizard to return to his human form. “You can’t give in to whatever demons are possessing you,” he whispers as he moves in closer, bolder now. Wrapping his arms around the body of the beast, Samandriel clings to him, unafraid.
“Castiel I’m here. You can turn back to your normal self now. There are no enemies here. You are safe,” Samandriel coos, his fingers combing through the black feathers. He can hear Castiel’s ragged breathing and right before his eyes, the wizard transforms back to his human self, collapsing into his arms. Samandriel catches him, panicking as he gently shakes Castiel trying to wake him up.
As he presses his hand to the wizard’s forehead he realizes that Castiel is running a fever. The transformation must’ve been too much for him. He drapes Castiel’s arm over his shoulder now and slowly and steadily guides the wizard back into the house, trying hard not to stumble over Castiel’s legs. Once he is inside Samandriel uses his foot to kick the door shut behind him.
“He’s got a fever and he crash landed outside,” Samandriel explained as he passed by the hearth where Balthazar sat, a little lump of fire with a face.
“That explains why you ran out!” the fire demon called after him, “I’ll start moving once again before the Queen comes looking for his services once again.”
Samandriel enters Castiel’s room, his eyes lighting up, breath stolen from him as he marveled at the numerous trinkets, baubles and all manner of oddities that litter Castiel’s room. In the center of it all is a grand bed with quilts of red blue and black and large grand fluffy pillows with golden tassels at the corners. He’s never been into the wizard’s room before and he is amazed at the size of it. You could get lost in here. Single handedly Samandriel pulls back the heavy covers and slowly slides Castiel into bed. Then he sets about preparing a basin of cool water and getting Balthazar’s help in brewing a fever tea before he returns to Castiel’s room.
Samandriel pushes the wizard’s fringe away and places the cloth over Castiel’s forehead, watching as he drew shallow breaths, his chest rising and falling. He found a wooden chair covered with clothes and folding them and setting them aside he pulled the chair up to the bed and took a seat, waiting for Castiel to wake up.
The cooling feeling on his forehead is what causes Castiel to awaken. His head is throbbing slightly as he sits up, a damp cloth falling from his head. He is in his room, in bed. Beside him he spots the human boy Samandriel, head resting on his hand as he sleeps in the chair. He smiled, as he folded the cloth and dropped it back into the basin of water. Samandriel must be a light sleeper for he awakens then and looks to him eyes filled with worry.
“My nurse fell asleep,” Castiel muttered his eyes meeting the boy’s and seeing colour rise in Samandriel’s cheeks at the comment.
“I’m sorry,” Samandriel says stifling a yawn as he rubs his eyes and stretches out the kinks, his joints cracking, “you weren’t exactly an easy person to carry.”
Castiel laughed, he liked the boy’s witty replies, “My hired apprentice shouldn’t talk back to me.”
Samandriel sticks out his tongue at him, “How are you feeling?” he asks, truly concerned. His master might be an ass at times but he still worried for him.
“Better,” Castiel said, watching as Samandriel picked up the basin of water nodding in response to his reply. He could still remember the way Samandriel had touched his cheek just now, and hugged him. All that and his words had saved him and allowed him to transform back to his human self. If he didn’t say something soon, Samandriel was going to leave his room and it would be as though nothing had happened between them. They would continue to live their lives separately as master and apprentice and Castiel was really quite sick of that.
So before Samandriel turned to go, Castiel grabbed his arm and pulled him back, making sure that the boy was facing him before he said, “Thank you Samandriel, for saving me from myself.”
Samandriel felt his heart skip a beat at the wizard’s touch, the sound of the water sloshing in the basin seemed almost too loud in the silence of Castiel’s room. He didn’t know what to say…he was stunned really that Castiel could remember what had happened.
“Aren’t you going to say something?” Castiel prompted him seeing Samandriel chewing on his lower lip now, nervous.
“I…um…you’re welcome…” he murmured averting his eyes, then added, “please try not to get hurt again…you’ll make me worry.”
Castiel chuckled, his hand cupping Samandriel’s chin now as he pulled the boy close and kissed him softly on the lips, “You’ll just have to keep me out of trouble then, my dear apprentice Samandriel.”