srs2013 | Bonus Round 2

Bonus Round 2

Bonus Round 1 is now closed, and Bonus Round 2 is now open!

This round, the theme is holidays/special occasions.

If you have an idea for something you'd like to see, please leave the ship, a holiday/special occasion, and any other details as a PROMPT below. After you've posted, 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. Do not forget to change the title of the comment when posting a FILL as a reply to a PROMPT. NSFW prompts and fills should mention this in the summary or at the top of the post. Reminder that team names must be in alphabetical order (ie. Balthazar/Death, not Death/Balthazar) and that portmanteaus (ie. Lubriel, Annaby) are not allowed when identifying team affiliation.

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). Due to some unforeseen complication from last round, we have changed the rules. It is now 15 points per fill for the first three fills by three different people. So if someone does a fic for Fill 1 and a fanmix for Fill 2, then get 15 + 10 points, and then Person 2 does a fill and Person 3 does a fill, so even though those would be fills 3 and 4, they count as 15 and 15 points since they're fills by new people. You are still not permitted to 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 is now closed.

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Cas and Ezekiel decide to visit the Christ child on the night of his birth. Relationship can be platonic or otherwise. (no other requirements really, just lots of calm, peaceful, Christmas feels)

Meg/Castiel - They have children now, after they both became human. They love to spoil them, and make the most of every celebration they have together, because they know how life can be so fleeting.
Fluffy/teasing
Uncle Sam and Dean?
Grumpy grandparents Bobby and Crowley?

Castiel/Balthazar - Balthazar is a ghost - human or angel - who loves to come down and scare a few kids when he can. Halloween is the best opportunity, and he comes across a few college kids who think it's funny to egg other fraternity houses. Dean and some other guys run off, but Cas (who was against it all aling) falls over on his escape. They end up talking and either fluff/sexy times, it's up to you :D

Edited 2013-10-11 19:48 (UTC)

~~That's a special occasion, right?~~

Jo and Dean have been best friends since they were kids, and they tell each other everything. That is, until Jo starts having feelings for the cute redhead in her math class. Dean notices that she starts acting weird, but she's afraid he'll treat her differently is he finds out why.

idk Dean+Jo friendship is so cute, and you can let the cute redhead be Anna or Charlie, whichever you prefer.

Jo and Dean have been the best of friends for years. She’s told him everything, all her little secrets, her likes and her dislikes and Dean likewise shared everything with her. Now there was one thing though that Jo was hesitant to tell Dean about. And that was the fact that she was in love with Anna Milton, the smart redheaded beauty from her Math class.

Jo felt bad for having to keep this one secret from Dean and with the recent looks he’d been giving her, she knew that it wasn’t long before Dean decided to confront her. She figured that she would tell him first, Dean deserved that much so that day when Dean invited her over to his house together with some of his buddies, Castiel and Benny, Jo prepared her speech.

She procrastinated though, playing games with the boys, doing homework, having dinner. Soon the evening came to a close and Benny and Castiel left Dean’s house.

Now was her chance.

“Uh, Dean…” Jo said hefting her bag higher on her shoulder, “I need to talk with you.”

Dean raised a brow at her, “Sure, you know I’m always here to lend an ear. What’s it about this time?”

Jo smiled tightly, “You might want to take a seat first,” she said indicating to the bench out on Dean’s front porch.

“Okay,” Dean muttered as he sat, “Must be serious.”

Jo leaned against the wooden post, taking a deep breath she squeezed her eyes shut, “I’minlovewithAnnaMilton,” she gushed.

When she opened her eyes, Dean was staring at her, “I didn’t catch that.”

Jo sighed exasperated as she threw her backpack down on the bench next to Dean before she too took a seat, “I’m. In love. With Anna Milton.”

Silence wore on between them and Jo looked to Dean. His face held no expression. “Well?” she asked, prodding his leg. “Earth to Dean!”

Dean broke into laughter.

“What’s so funny!”

“Ah, damn it Jo, I thought you’d never bring up that topic,” Dean said.

This time it was Jo’s turn to stare at him in disbelief, “You…knew?” she asked, surprised.
“Yeah. In fact, Benny, Cas and I made a bet on when you’d finally come out.”

Jo whacked him hard on the arm, “Oh my god! You!” she continued hitting Dean while he just continued to laugh and weakly fend off her attacks. “Why didn’t you say something! Do you know how scared I was to tell you about it! I thought you’d start treating me differently!”

Dean sobered up now, looking to Jo, “I’m sorry,” he said giving her an apologetic smile, “I’ll never treat you differently Jo, we’re best friends. I’ll always accept you for who you are.”

“Dean…” Jo said as she smiled and hugged him close. She thanked the universe for giving her such a best friend.

“After all, love is love right?” Dean added as he hugged Jo, “Anna’s a lucky girl.”

“Yeah.”

Dean smirked as he pulled back, watching as Jo picked up her back, he called after her, “I don’t suppose you’ll be needing some tips on dating will you?”

Jo laughed, “You’re the worst at dating Dean! I’ll be able to handle it on my own!”

“Right! See you tomorrow then! And I hope you have wet dreams about your new girlfriend!” he teased watching as Jo, stuck her tongue out at him before she turned and headed down the street, a happy bounce in her step.

Re: Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Coming Out

twinkie_pie - 2013-10-14 21:45 (UTC) - Expand

Fill, Team Anna/Jo, Coming Out Day

thedahlingdarling - 2013-10-17 00:02 (UTC) - Expand

Re: Fill, Team Anna/Jo, Coming Out Day

twinkie_pie - 2013-10-17 01:03 (UTC) - Expand

Meg/Ruby: I just want to see the characters celebrate Easter. It can be them as children or them having children and taking them out to collect eggs and being extremely competitive. If they're children, bonus points for Lucifer being their father or the father of one of them.

[ Mid-Autumn Festival is a Chinese — and apparently Vietnamese? didn't know that — harvest festival; the Wikipedia article goes a lot more in-depth. ]

I honestly don't care about pairing, platonic or romantic; I just really want to see characters from Supernatural celebrating it with moon cakes, whether that be an annual tradition for them, or just Hey, these were at the local Chinese supermarket and why not try some of these?

[ Seeing as Tran's a Vietnamese name, though, something relating to our favourite AP prophet would probably make the most sense. ]

I made you something! I think the mid autumn festival is really cool and I love the story about the Moon Goddess!!

http://destielixer.tumblr.com/post/63914007321/whats-that-all-about-dean-asked-peering-over

Fill, Team Castiel/Lucifer, Mid-Autumn Festival [Kevin & Samandriel]

pandalianxx - 2013-10-19 22:20 (UTC) - Expand

Anna and Jo as human hunters decide to take a few hours during the holidays to slow down a bit and enjoy themselves, so they put some music on and slow dance in their hotel room. would be nice if there were mentions of Anna or Jo only wearing an over-sized tee shirt and both of them laughing at how ridiculous they are

I made you a little something!

Dick Roman and the rest of the Leviathan keep track of the anniversary of when they were imprisoned in Purgatory and it acts to fuel their hope of getting out. For some it helps keep a close sense of community but for others it gives a sense of hopelessness for how long it's been and that they will most likely never get out.

I woke up with a need for John/Mary cuteness. And what is a better special occasion than a wedding? I want to see John and Mary's wedding, maybe it's just the two of them saying their vows or some Campbell dropped by. Maybe Azazel is a creep and watches from the distance. Or even the angels celebrate the union or whatnot. I just want John and Mary happy.

The only reason Lucifer even puts up with Halloween is because it's the only day out of all 365 days in the year he can spend time with his dead little brother, Gabriel.

Lucifer/Gabriel Human!AU. I hope you like it!

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Lucifer hates Halloween. But it’s the only day out of the damned 365 days a year that he gets to see his dear little brother Gabriel…who died in a fatal car crash years back. He misses Gabriel badly and each Halloween, he would make sure that he had up the sign on his gate, ‘No trick or treating here.’ He didn’t want stupid kids to come and interrupt his session with Gabriel after all he only had until midnight before the souls went back to Purgatory or moved on to the heavens.

This Halloween was no different as Lucifer went about drawing the curtains closed as he rolled out the carpet and searched for the Ouija board. He set it down on the carpet along with the planchette. He’d been doing this since Gabriel’s death. It was the only way they ever got to talk. Once he was done with setting up Lucifer took his a dinner out to the living room where he sat on the couch waiting for Gabriel to give him a sign.

Just as he was about to finish his food, the lights began to flicker.

“Gabe?” he questioned and the lights flickered again in response, “Just a second Gabriel,” Lucifer says, quickly finishing his food before he moves over to the Ouija board. He settles down on one side of the board, crossing his legs as he holds the planchette and places his hands on the board.

“Gabriel are you here?” he asks as usual.

Lucifer feels a cold rush up his arms as an unseen force guides the planchette to the ‘Yes’ followed by the letters that spelt the words ‘silly’. Lucifer smiled, feeling his eyes tearing up.

“I’ve missed you…” he says.

Once again he is guided to the letters, this time they form the sentence, ‘Me too Luc.’

“So how have you been?” Lucifer asks.

It’s always like this, the conversation between them is slow and tedious as the letters are spelt out to form words and the words put together into a meaningful sentence. But Lucifer is glad anyway because he knows that Gabriel is here, talking to him.

‘I’m fine. You know, Purgatory. It’s shit. But I’ve got good news.’

“Good news?” Lucifer asks. What could it possibly be? A way back to humanity?

He pieced together the letters again and his face fell.

‘I’m moving on to the heavens this year Luc. Finally.’

Lucifer froze. How was that good news?

‘Are you okay?’ Gabriel asked as he moved the planchette, feeling his brother’s fingers beneath his own. He could tell that Lucifer was not well at all from his facial expression.

“How is that good news Gabriel? Going to the heavens means I don’t get to see you anymore. Not even on every Halloween,” Lucifer was saying as he looked to him. Gabriel wished he had a substantial body…or at least something visible to Lucifer. He wanted his brother to see him.

‘I’m sorry.’ Gabriel spelt it out on the Ouija board. Lucifer had always been clever and the first time that he’d been released on Halloween, Gabriel had come to look for him. He had been unable to control himself at first. And he ended up blowing the lights or breaking mirrors when wanting to speak to Lucifer. He had no substantial form and he could only communicate on wavelengths. But Lucifer thought of the Ouija board through which they could communicate and faithfully they had done so for a long time. So long that Gabriel had seen Lucifer grow up from a young boy into a young man while he forever remained a spiritual entity. Unseen and unheard.

“Its not your fault is it? I’m happy for you.” Lucifer said as he took his hands off the planchette. Truth is he didn’t want Gabriel to go. He would be so alone. He shuddered now as he felt a coldness settle around him. “Gabriel what are you doing?” he asked of course there was no reply. He needed to put his hands back on the planchette for Gabriel to speak.

Gabriel hugged Lucifer to him. Before moving away. Lucifer placed his hands back on the planchette and this time Gabriel told him, ‘I was hugging you.’

He saw Lucifer smile and then his hand moved off the planchette again swiping quickly across his eyes, “That was a very cold hug,” he said to which Gabriel giggled and the lights in the room flickered.

“Are you laughing at me Gabe?” Lucifer asked upon seeing the flickering lights as he swallowed past the lump in his throat, trying to keep his emotions at bay. The planchette shifted to ‘Yes,’ and Lucifer shook his head, remembering the sound of Gabriel’s laughter. “God I miss you Gabriel. I don’t see mom and dad anymore; we’ve sort of drifted. I wish you were back here with me.”

‘Me too,’ the words spelt out again on the Ouija board.

Lucifer glanced to the clock now it was getting late and they had only said so little. “You won’t be able to visit any more once you’re in the heavens right?” he asked.

The planchette moved to, ‘No’.

“But I can still talk to you right?” Lucifer asked as he glanced back up at the clock 10 minutes to midnight.

This time the planchette moved to, ‘Maybe’.

How was that any comfort? Lucifer thought of what to ask next. But before he could the planchette was moving again.

I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U-L-U-C-I-F-E-R

“I love you Lucifer,” he read under his breath and that was it for him he, came apart at those words, feeling his throat tighten up as he choked on a sob. Lucifer blinked quickly trying to hold back the tears but to no avail. They fell from his eyes down his cheeks. When Lucifer felt a coldness settle over him again he sobbed louder, remembering all the times he had hugged his dear little brother when he was still alive.

“Gabe…Gabriel…” he sobbed as he held his legs to himself. For as long as the cold was there he knew his brother was here. “I love you too Gabriel. I’ll never forget you. Never…” he whispers.

Gabriel’s ghost heart aches at the sight of his brother so broken and so alone as he sobs ‘never, never, never’. He wants to comfort him, he wishes that he could stay on Earth. But the consequences will be too great. With no one able to see you or hear you as in entity you would go mad and sooner or later wreck havoc as a lost soul. It would be better if he followed his set route and left for heaven. With his arms still around Lucifer, Gabriel waits out his time, watching as the hands of the clock tick and move ever closer to midnight. To a new day.

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Long after the cold has left him, Lucifer sits there, still in front of the Ouija board. The planchette stuck on the letter ‘R’.

Gabriel was gone.

The Lantern Festival is the last part of the Chinese New Year festivals~ People light lanterns, there are lion dances, and people eat tangyuan (which are like sticky rice with sweet black sesame paste inside). I'd just like to see any characters stuck here, on the last day of festival~
I'm in a particular mood for Michael and Adam. And one of them feeds tangyuan to the other. But honestly, I'm cool with whatever.
BalthzarandCaswouldworkinthatsituationtoo

The Lantern Festival is really interesting! And so pretty! So I did a fill, I hope you like it!

Pairing: Balthazar/Castiel

http://destielixer.tumblr.com/post/64388002778/supernatural-balthazar-castiel-lantern

Any character is fine~ I kind of just want to see someone, or multiple someones, stuck at a school prom in the pretty clothing~
though honestly, they'd probably all think it's a drag. u w u
gen is fine for this~ doesn't have to be shippy. ; w ; have free reign with this one~

AU; On Valentine's day, someone's been leaving flowers all over the place for Castiel~ u w u can be any kind of au, hs, coffeeshop, office building, whatever works~

Office!AU-ish | Pairing: Balthazar/Castiel

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It all started on the morning of Valentine’s Day. Castiel received the first rose from the cashier after he picked up his usual morning yirgacheffe coffee. “For me?” he asked, rather bewildered as he looked at the single rose stalk. He knew it was Valentine’s Day but he didn’t expect to get anything from a random stranger.

“Someone came and left a note with the instructions to give it to the first person who ordered a yirgacheffe and that’s you sir,” the barista told him.

“Oh…did you see the person?” Castiel asked, he’s totally curious now. It is his first time getting a rose on Valentine’s Day.

The barista shook his head, “Nope. I was cleaning the table when I saw the rose and the note…”

“Well…thanks anyway,” Castiel said as he took the rose and his yirgacheffe and left.

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The second rose appeared on his desk just after ten when he returned from the photocopying machine. Attached to it was a little tag with a typed note: ‘Happy Valentine’s Day Castiel.’

Castiel popped over the partition, “Gabe,” he hissed showing his colleague the rose, “Look, I got another one…did you see anyone passing by here today?”

Gabriel took off his headphones, smirking, “Well it’s about time you had a secret admirer,” he said genuinely happy that Castiel was receiving these gifts. “And no, I didn’t see anyone passing by here today.”

“Okay…well…the person whoever it may be better show himself quick,” Castiel muttered as he sat back down and continued to type his documents. He knew for sure that the person, his ‘secret admirer’ knew who he was already and he probably worked in the same company as him.

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Just before lunch, Castiel found a third rose on his desk when he came back from the supplies room with a new stapler in hand. The rose was tagged with a typed note as well. This one read: ‘Patience is a virtue Castiel, one I’m sure I’d be happy to teach you.’

Castiel felt the colour rise to his cheeks. Damn. This person clearly knew how to seduce someone. He set the rose down together with the other two stalks in the corner of his workspace. Then putting his computer into sleep mode he headed down to the lobby where Gabriel and the rest of them were waiting for him.

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They were all seated at the table just about to take their orders when Balthazar rushed into the restaurant, he flashed them a grin and waved from the counter. “I’m with them,” he yelled to the lady as he jogged up to their table and slid smoothly into the seat beside Castiel.

“Sorry I’m late Cassie,” he muttered, grinning at him, as he settled in and took up his menu.

“No problem, Gabriel just started to order,” Castiel said as he shifted a little when Balthazar’s leg brushed against his. The seat was cramped enough yet he’s chosen to squeeze in here. Balthazar worked in the law department and Castiel saw him at least twice a week when they had lunch together. Castiel was sort of attracted to his ‘bad boy’ side but he never actually voiced anything out. He kept it all to himself.

“I hate it when I have to finish up extra work for the boss,” Balthazar sighed as he fiddled with the bottle of ketchup, “that’s the main reason why I’m always late.”

“So did you get any Valentine’s gifts?” Gabriel who was sitting across them asked.

“Ugh tons!” Balthazar said, “Women just love to bake and cook and all. I’ve got brownies, cakes, pies and the works. It’s like someone decided to have a potluck at my house,” he said laughing.

Castiel laughed along with him, silently wishing that he had had the courage to make something too…

“Oh our Castiel got three roses since this morning,” Gabriel gushed.

“That true now Cassie?” Balthazar asked turning his gaze on him.

Castiel nodded, “Yeah. The third one was pretty saucy.”

“Oh look, you’ve got another one,” Gabriel chimed in as one of the waiter’s came forward, holding a rose. This one didn’t have any tag. But it had a gold ribbon.

“That’s the fourth one today…” Castiel sighed as he held the stalk in hand, swirling it around and watching the ribbons spin.

“The admirer must really like you,” Gabriel said with a cheeky grin.

“Or he’s just a hopeless romantic,” Castiel added smiling, “I swear. I’ll get to the bottom of this before the day is over.”

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At tea break there was another rose on his desk when he came back from the washroom. The fifth stalk. It had a little card attached to it: ‘Roses are red, your eyes are blue, how about a date? Just me and you?’

“Would you look at this,” Castiel said, he didn’t recognize the handwriting at all, “Gabriel, the person actually wrote!” he said.

“Here’s to progress,” Gabriel said as he studied the card, “Do you know who it’s from?”

Castiel shrugged, “Not a clue. But I can bet there’s going to be more. This admirer of mine likes to play games.”

“Do you have anyone in mind though?” Gabriel asked as he stood to stretch now.

“I’d like to think Samandriel, but I doubt he’s the saucy kind,” Castiel said as he ruled out the young intern.

“How about Michael?” Gabriel asked nodding his head in the direction of the person he mentioned who just so happened to leave his office at that moment.

“Definitely not. Bosses don’t hit on their staff,” Castiel whispered, watching until Michael was out of range before he continued, “besides, Michael isn’t my type.”

“All this talk about secret admirers is making me hungry, I’m gonna go to the canteen to get something, do you want anything?”

Castiel shook his head, “No thanks. I’m going to stay here, maybe not. I’m going to go to the printing room, to get something printed.”

Castiel sat back down now as he looked at the handwritten card again. He still didn’t have any idea who the person was. But he’d devised a plan. Whoever the person was, he or she knew him well enough to know his schedule inside and out. He’d had it sort of planned out. Quickly he took a marker and a post it note and scrawled a huge ‘Yes’ on the post it before he tore it off and stuck it on the card. He left the fifth rose there then gathered his things and headed for the printing room.

Now the printing room wasn’t that far from his desk, he could keep an eye out for whomever who dropped by his desk. He pretended to be focusing on the screen of the printer, selecting the documents to print. His eyes ready to dart back up once he noticed movement.

The moment he saw a blur of blonde in his peripheral vision, he looked up.

Castiel froze a shiver of delight coursing through him at the sight. He bolted out of the room and ran straight towards his cubicle.

“Balthazar! I knew it!” Castiel said grinning, his cheeks flushed with colour as he averted his eyes.

“Damn,” he cursed flashing his signature smile, “looks like you caught your hopeless romantic,” he said quoting Castiel’s words over lunch, “I knew I should have been more careful. Gabriel said you were going to the printing room, so I thought I’d drop by. Looks like you were really determined to catch me.”

“I’ve never…I mean…you’re actually the first person who’s gone to such a huge trouble for me on Valentine’s Day…and I think what you did was sweet. And Gabriel! I should have known he was helping you, that little liar!”

“He’s a convincing actor,” he said then paused, “So you’ll go out with me then Cassie?” Balthazar asked as he reached to take Castiel’s hand in his, he was nervous for some reason.

Castiel nodded, “Definitely. Shall we leave now?”

Balthazar laughed as he leaned in and dropped a kiss to Castiel’s forehead; he had wanted to do that for a while. He adored Castiel. “Like I said, I think I’m really going to need to teach you all about patience.”

“What better time than now?” Castiel replied grinning, he’d never been quite so eager about anything before. Just the fact that Balthazar had actually been his secret admirer made Castiel’s insides turn to mush.

“You’re asking for it Cassie,” he growled leaning in as he encircled Castiel in his arms.

Boldly Castiel pressed his lips to Balthazar in a kiss as he whispered against his lips, “Yes. I am. And you’re going to give it to me because you’re my Valentine.”

I kind of want something during candy month (which is June). With Gabriel, definitely with Gabriel, probably doing something funny with (dundundun) candyyyyyy~

Hey there, I made a silly fill! http://machiavellique.tumblr.com/post/64535156999/gabriel-connoisseur-of-sweets-was-fond-of-candy

Edited 2013-10-20 02:21 (UTC)

Sam takes human!cas out to see fireworks for the first time. Cas goes on to talk about how he's never actually seen them from /below/ before. Maybe some angst that leads to fluff please :3

"I used to watch these every year with Dean when we were younger." Sam reminisced, staring up at the colorfully lit up sky. As each firework exploded and sparks of color dotted the star speckled sky, he was taken back to different memories of all the many times they celebrated the Fourth of July. He smiled when he remembered the time they went to a firework viewing show without paying and how relieved he was when they didn't get caught. He almost laughed out loud when he remembered the time Dean almost blew himself up trying to use homemade fireworks, which went horribly as expected. The image of clueless, awkward, newly humanized Cas trying to prepare a package of fireworks popped into his head and almost caused him to choke from holding back laughter. He could very clearly see the formerly all powerful celestial being tangled up in wires or prematurely setting something on fire, resulting in an explosion of dark powder in his face and his hair getting spiked. He would tilt his head at Sam and wonder why he was laughing, eyes wide like a confused puppy.

If Cas heard his choke, he surely wasn't acknowledging it. He sat, knees curled up to his chest, on the crunchy, dead grass, staring in awe at the lights in front of him. The sky brightened red and then blue, lighting his face up with those corresponding colors. His head was cocked slightly to the side in wonder as he gaped at the sight before him. Sam's smile softened as he looked fondly towards Cas' glowing face. He was like a small child, trying to understand where the splashes of color were coming from. Sam scooted slightly closer to Cas.

"I haven't done anything like this in years. Dean and I are usually hunting or something every year during this time. He'd probably tease me about it, but I really like watching fireworks. I feel like all my troubles are being launched into the sky and dissolved into nothing, raining down in the form of joy and forgiveness. It is just...relaxing." Sam said, exhaling a content and fulfilled sigh. He pushed his hair out of his eyes and looked at the silent man next to him, wondering why he had yet to say a word. He couldn't be too mesmerized to talk.

"Cas? Are you okay?" He stared at Cas for a full minute before seeing the tears trickling slowly down his cheek. His chest tightened and his throat closed at the sight of the normally stolid man expressing an emotion that was very, very human.

"Huh? Oh," he muttered in a low, gravelly voice, wiping his face clear of the tears that stained his cheek, "it's nothing. Please, do not let me distract you from enjoying the colorful lights in the sky."

"Cas, you know I can't enjoy anything with you sitting there crying." He slid his calm, steady hand over the shaking one next to him. He rubbed his calloused thumb along Cas' rough hand, giving warmth to ice. He asked again, "Cas, what's wrong?"

"It's just....I've never seen these from below before...They look so different from down here...with these eyes that aren't mine...with this body that isn't mine..." He bit his lower lip, waiting for Sam to laugh at him. To his surprise, he pulled Cas into a soft hug, one he could easily pull away from if he tried; he didn't.

"You don't need wings or a halo to be an angel." That's all it took. Cas broke and buried his head in his Sam's broad shoulder. His arms lifted and wrapped around Sam's torso as silent tears escaped his eyes, collecting in a puddle on Sam's jacket. Sam rubbed his back and breathed in the familiar scent of Cas, the same scent that had given him comfort when all his faith was diminishing.

"You know Dean and I don't care that you are human now. Especially me...it means you can't run off as often." Sam breathed out a testing laugh, not sure if it was appropriate.

"I won't leave again. Promise you won't leave me?" He whispered warily, gripping Sam's jacket tight enough to turn his knuckles white. He held on like Sam would evaporate into the atmosphere if he didn’t keep him grounded. He held on and silently hoped he would never be alone again.

“I would never." Sam promised softly, gently kissing the top of his head.

"I need you, Sam..."

"...I need you too, Cas."

The fireworks exploded in the sky, raining down joy and forgiveness on the man who had never felt anything before, ridding him of all his troubles.

Edited 2013-10-19 15:13 (UTC)

Fill: Team Castiel/Lucifer. Castiel's first holiday.

marie_de_sade - 2013-10-20 23:53 (UTC) - Expand

In a world where Lucifer still walks the Earth, Meg regularly celebrates the day demons regained the ability to dream. Think of it as a demonic Father's Day, perhaps. Make it shippy if you want, but do keep it a positive interpretation of the relationship please.

Castiel & Ezekiel recall the day all the angels fell. Perhaps not a celebration so much as a memorial service for the day Heaven closed. Could also be Castiel/Ezekiel, just have them together talking about the fall.

It's an anniversary of sorts, both when Lucifer met Nick and when he took him as his vessel. Can either be while Lucifer is still wearing Nick (in an AU situation, obviously) or with Lucifer in Sam, but the relationship must be between Nick and Lucifer, regardless of vessel.

Sam and Jess move in together and for their first Shabbat in the new place, Jess lights the candles for the first time and teaches Sam how to properly make latkes.

AU where Cas and Lucifer are hockey players and their team wins the Stanley Cup (please don't make them be on the Pens or the Habs that is all I ask).

Nick is on pins and needles waiting for his son be born. Half way through a work day he gets a call that Sarah's gone into labour and rushes over to the hospital. Bonus points for an emphasise on the first time Nick ever holds him and how happy he is

It happened on a Monday because of course it had to happen on a Monday. Monday was the worst day of the week, noisy and busy and unpleasant. Nick was already anxious, tapping his foot under his desk while he tried to write up a report. Don’t worry, the doctors were always assuring him. It’s perfectly natural for some children to be born days, even weeks after their predicted due date.

Well. Sarah wasn’t happy about that at all.

He had spent the weekend trying to make her more comfortable, going through the list of everything the doctors (and the internet) suggested to induce labor, but none of it worked. By Sunday afternoon, they admitted defeat and spent the remainder of the weekend on the couch with Sarah poking at a melty half-pint of rocky road while Nick massaged her feet.

“I bet it’s tonight,” he said warmly, giving her a smile.

She replied with an impressive pout and wiggled her other foot into his lap.

Sunday night passed without incident, but Monday found Nick rushing to meet a deadline when the phone on his belt buzzed. He flipped it open but failed to even get a greeting out before his wife’s voice cut him off.

“Nick,” she said simply, a bit breathless. “It’s--”

“I’m coming,” he replied, grabbing his jacket as he rushed for the elevators. His heart was pounding in his chest. Finally, finally he was going to be a father.

But then there was traffic because of course there had to be traffic. Nick was generally a very calm man, but when faced with the impending birth of his first child and the absolute plethora of idiots with no rights to driver’s licenses on the road, he found his temper fraying.

“Use a blinker!” he shouted at someone who couldn’t hear him for what had to be the twentieth time in the past ten minutes. Someone made an obscene gesture at him through their window, and he scowled. Didn’t they understand how important this was? Strange how the world just keeps moving. Just as before, the doctors had assured him that he had time, that first births often take upwards of twelve hours, and that they were taking good care of his wife in his absence. Well, good wasn’t good enough.

He found her looking pale and already exhausted, reaching her arms up to him as he rushed to her side.

“I’m here,” he whispered, stroking her hair and kissing her face. “I’m right here.”

It was far less than twelve hours before the wriggling newborn announced its arrival with a healthy, hearty cry.

“It’s a boy,” the doctor announced.

Nick blinked tears from his eyes and smiled down at his wife. A boy. His boy. Their boy. “I love you,” he whispered, kissing the back of her hand.

“I love you too.”

The child had a mop of dark hair that refused to lay in any one direction, but his eyes were a vibrant, clear blue like his father’s, framed by dark lashes that fluttered as he blinked up placidly at his parents.

“He looks like you,” Sarah cooed, stroking his soft cheek with her finger.

“That’s certainly your hair.”

“Your eyes.”

“Your chin.”

She laughed softly and smiled up at her husband. “Do you want to hold him?”

Nick betrayed himself in his nervousness, swallowing hard before he managed the small nod. He bent down, letting Sarah ease the baby into his arms and show him how to cradle his head and support his neck.

“Hi,” he whispered, letting tears fall unabashedly. “Hi, baby…” He sniffled once and looked at her again.

They hadn’t settled on a name just yet, but so far, they’d been leaning towards Lucas. He looked like a Lucas, somehow, and Sarah nodded in agreement when Nick glanced at her with a question in his eyes.

“Hey, Lucas,” Nick said softly, fixing the blanket up around his son’s tiny shoulders and smiling when he blinked his eyes open in response. “You like that? You like Lucas? Yeah? I like it. I think it suits you.” Nick looked over at Sarah again, smiling to find her laid back with her eyes peacefully closed in sleep. “I think Mommy’s tired,” he said, “but she sure is beautiful. Just like you. You look just like her. You’re both so beautiful.” His voice broke, and he was silent for several minutes, leaning down to press his lips to his son’s forehead. “I love you, son. I love you and your mother so much it terrifies me, but no matter how scary it gets, I want you to know that I’m always going to be here for you. Always, no matter what, okay?”

Lucas stared up silently, only moving to grasp at Nick’s fingers when they moved to tuck the blanket again.

His breath caught as his son’s little hand wrapped around his finger.

“I love you,” he whispered again. “I promise you, no matter what happens, I will always, always love you.”

And he always did.

Depressing companion piece to the above. Nick visits the graveyard on the anniversary of his wife and son's death. It can be a recent one (1 month) or a big one (year) but emphasize of his heartbreak over his son's death, and crying at the gravestones.

It seems fitting that the leaves are all dead, crunching underneath his shoes as he crosses the field. The world seems cold and lifeless, as if it were mourning with him, but Nick knows all too well that isn’t true. The bills are piling up on the desk at home, and his boss has called him four times in the past week. Strange how the world just keeps moving. It has only been a month. One month-- thirty days and thirty nights of grieving and crying and blaming himself because why did he choose that night to work late? Why wasn’t he there to protect them or, at the very least, to die alongside them?

The world is a cruel, unjust place.

They lay side by side in the earth now, far beyond his reach. Their names are inscribed in stone, each with a simple epithet. Devoted Wife and Mother. Beloved Son. Neither one does them justice. Nick could fill a book and not do them justice. Taken too soon.

He lays the flowers on each headstone with care. Sarah’s roses are pink. Lucas’ are white. They’re the only bright spots in the otherwise dead field. That’s fitting too. They were the only bright spots in his life.

There’s darkness now. There’s so much darkness.

Nick thought that after a solid month, he’d be out of tears, but he isn’t. He twists his fingers up in his pockets, shivering against the cold, and gives a ragged breath as his eyes start to burn.

“I love you,” he says, voice dry and cracked with the effort not to cry. “I miss you.” He swallows hard, feeling his bottom lip begin to tremble. There was so much more he needed to say to them. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, choking on each syllable. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry I couldn’t… I should have… I wish… Oh, God.”

Nick falls to his knees, fingers curling into the dirt as if he can still touch them that way. If God hears him, he gives no indication.

He sobs miserably. “What do I do? What am I supposed to do without you? I can’t. I just can’t. I’m by myself, and it’s all a mess, and I just… I just… I miss you.”

The grief crushes him like a weight, and Nick’s body folds under the pressure. He sinks down on the ground, wrapping his arms around himself in a crude mimicry of an embrace, but there is no one to hold him now.

Hours pass. Salt and wind mix on his cheeks until they’re red and chapped, but he hardly feels that. His skin goes numb, but his heart does not. There’s no cold that can dull such a profound agony as this, or so he thinks now. Nick walks home in the icy rain, no regard for his own health. Maybe this will be it. Maybe this will be what finally lets him follow them.

It isn’t.

He goes through half a bottle of scotch before he collapses into bed. Nick wraps himself up in blankets, but that doesn’t stop the chill. It isn’t the wind or the rain or the unforgiving winter air. Emptiness. It’s just the aching, icy emptiness. Time passes, but Nick knows he will never be whole again. What could possibly hope to fill this gap?

Nearly an hour goes by before the liquor has enough of a hold on him that his eyes roll closed and there’s a brief reprieve silence in his head. He’ll see them again tonight in his dreams. If he’s lucky, they’ll be smiling instead of bleeding and screaming and crying for help.

Nick is rarely lucky.

He sleeps then, a strangely familiar chill washing over him, and as he dreams, he hears his wife’s voice calling his name.

If only he could never wake up.

Lucifer doesn't like most of America's usual holidays (Easter is pagen, Christmas is the wrong date, Columbus committed genocide). The problem is that Castiel /really/ loves celebrating, loves decorating, picking out gifts, making a special dinner. So he starts celebrating obscure holidays that Lucifer won't completely hate. Could be really recent ones (Pi day), holidays that are celebrated in other countries (Rwanda's national holiday) or just holidays that pretty much no one celebrates anymore (dominion day). Bonus points for Castiel getting a little carried away.

Casifer - Human!AU

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“So you chose Pi day this time?” Lucifer asked as he was forced to sit down at the table while Castiel explained why he had called him over to his apartment today. “A math holiday? Couldn’t you at least have picked something more interesting?”

“Well it’s not exactly a math holiday Luc,” Castiel says as he goes back into the kitchen and this times he comes back with a pie. “We can take it as pie day,” he said, grinning as he cut a slice for Lucifer and placed it on his plate, “Go on take a bite, it’s the basic apple pie. I thought I’d try something simple…”

For the sake of making Cas happy, Lucifer takes a bite of the pie. It tastes exquisite. He’s never tried any pies before and damn now that he’s tried it, Castiel can bake!

“It’s…really good,” Lucifer mutters as he takes another bite, he can get used to Castiel’s cooking, “I think I’m going to get fat…”

Cas smiles, “I’m glad you like it,” he says as he bites into his own creation. He hadn’t been expecting it to turn out this good either.

“If Pi day is all about pies I think I can grow to like this holiday.”

“There’s more!” Castiel says as he quickly swallows another bite of the apple pie.

“Oh, the boring part…right. I almost forgot.”

Lucifer was surprised to see the cheeky smirk that crept onto Castiel’s face. Just what has he got planned this time?

“Okay so sometimes, people hold competitions on Pi day. Now these competitions are to see who can remember Pi to the highest amount of decimal places. I think you’re going to like it.”

Lucifer cocked his head to the side, “How so? It’s just going to be the two of us throwing about a couple of stupid numbers.”

“It’s a competition,” Castiel said in a singsong voice, “so like any competition there’s bound to be a prize.”

“Do I get to choose it on my own? Or are you the one who’s going to steal all the fun?”

Castiel finished off the last of his apple pie, “Well you can choose your own prize.”

“Now that’s more like it,” Lucifer grinned, “Okay…if I win,” he began as he looked across the table to Castiel, fixing him with his stare, “I want you to kiss me and then we’ll see where things go from there.”

Castiel felt his cheeks heating at Lucifer’s words, but he nodded, giving his consent. “And if I win, we celebrate a proper Christmas this year. With a real tree and we invite friends over.”

Lucifer made a huge show of his displeasure rolling his eyes and all, but he agreed, “As long as it makes you happy.”

“Good, so let’s begin. 3.141”

“3.14159”

It took a moment before Castiel gave his answer, “3.1415926”

“3.14159265…three.”

“3.14159265358”

Oh god…this was going to take forever, he thought as he gave his next answer, “3.141592653589793”

Castiel was counting on his fingers now and a smile began to creep onto Lucifer’s lips. “Give it up Cas,” he muttered as he sat back. He had of course read up about Pi day in advance, knowing that Castiel was bound to try to do some celebration for it together with him.

“Wait…just gimme another ten seconds.”

Lucifer began to do a countdown, his grin getting wider as he watched Castiel all flustered. He couldn’t help it when he finished the countdown, he began to laugh, “Do you really fear kissing me Cas?”

Castiel shook his head, “No…I’m just…shy…” he muttered as he stood and rounded the table, standing before Lucifer.

“There’s no need to be shy about kissing or anything that comes after that. It’s a good thing,” Lucifer purred as he pulled Castiel into his lap.

Castiel wrapped his arms around Lucifer and then slowly he moved closer, leaning his head in as he closed his eyes. He shuddered when he felt Lucifer’s lips bump against his. He felt as Lucifer smirked into the kiss, his arms going around him and pulling him closer.

Lucifer bit Castiel’s lower lip, his tongue giving a searching sweep into Castiel’s mouth and making him moan softly as he pressed closer, fingers going to thread in his hair. Castiel was slowly beginning to grow bolder as he kissed back, his tongue swirling around his, taunting and teasing him. Lucifer growled, he liked this; he liked feeling Castiel pressed against him, lips parted for him as they kissed.
When the Castiel pulled back for breath, Lucifer moved his kisses to the other’s neck, “You know…if all holidays went along this line…I doubt I’d feel the need to hate them at all Castiel. You do make them so much more interesting.”

Castiel gasped, “I could help…” he muttered in a daze, trailing off as he felt something hard pressing against his hip, Lucifer…

“Oh yes,” Lucifer growled as he easily scooped Castiel up into his arms, headed for his bedroom, “you can help indeed.”

Becoming a demon can be a slow, painful process, but once it's complete, there's no denying that one is better for it. Alastair carved Meg into something perfect down in Hell, and he likes to celebrate the anniversary in far more pleasant ways.

Lucifer thinks the way humans have changed the meanings of holidays throughout history is pretty amusing. So much of their religious history is ...well, wrong, but he delights in pointing out all the ironies. (Christmas from Saturnalia, anyone?) Castiel knows he's right, but he kind of wishes he would just relax and enjoy it all for once.

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Bonus Round 2

prompt, team Crowley/Sam, first christmas (literally)

PROMPT: Team Balthazar/Castiel - Kids Birthday

PROMPT: Team Balthazar/Castiel - Halloween

PROMPT, Team Anna/Jo, Coming Out

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Coming Out

Re: Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Coming Out

Fill, Team Anna/Jo, Coming Out Day

Re: Fill, Team Anna/Jo, Coming Out Day

PROMPT, Team Dean/Michael, Easter

PROMPT: Team Anna/Ruby, Mid-Autumn Festival [Any Characters]

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Mid-Autumn Festival [Any Characters]

Fill, Team Castiel/Lucifer, Mid-Autumn Festival [Kevin & Samandriel]

Team Castiel/Dean/Samandriel Prompt: holiday dancing

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, holiday dancing

Prompt, Team Castiel/Crowley, Imprisoned

PROMPT, Team Dean/Michael, Wedding

Prompt: Team Castiel/Lucifer, Halloween and Ghosts AU

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Halloween and Ghosts AU

Prompt, Team Castiel/Lucifer, Lantern Festival

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Lantern Festival

Prompt, Team Castiel/Lucifer, School Prom

Prompt, Team Castiel/Lucifer, Valentine's Flowers

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Valentine's Flowers

prompt, Team Castiel/Lucifer, Candy Month

Fill, Team Castiel/Crowley, The Good Doctor

prompt, team crowley/sam, 4th of july (sam/cas)

Re: prompt, team crowley/sam, 4th of july (sam/cas)

Fill: Team Castiel/Lucifer. Castiel's first holiday.

Prompt, Team Castiel/Lucifer, Lucifer Rising [Meg & Lucifer]

Prompt, Team Castiel/Lucifer, *SPOILERS for season 9 - read prompt for details*

Prompt, Team Castiel/Lucifer, First Meeting [Nick/Lucifer]

Prompt, Team Castiel/Lucifer, Shabbat AU

Prompt, Team Castiel/Lucifer Hockey AU

Prompt (team Castiel/Lucifer), Nick, first child being born

Fill: Team Castiel/Lucifer, First Child

Prompt (team Castiel/Lucifer), Nick, anniversary of family's death.

Fill: Team Castiel/Lucifer, Thirty Days and Thirty Nights

Prompt (team Castiel/Lucifer), Casifer, obscure holidays

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Casifer, obscure holidays [Sort of NSFW]

Prompt: Team Castiel/Lucifer, Rebirth (Alastair/Meg)

Prompt: Team Castiel/Lucifer, Religious Holiday (Castiel/Lucifer)

Prompt, Team Castiel/Lucifer, SPOILERS for season 9 - read prompt for details