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Bonus Round 2 is now closed, and Bonus Round 3 is now open!

This round, the theme is sins/virtues.

If you have an idea for something you'd like to see, please leave the ship, a sin/virtue, 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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From: [personal profile] caramelkaren
I'm making this one Crowstiel because dude, my ship works perfectly when we're gonna talk about sins and virtues like wow. And one great thing about my ship is how oh so easily they can do the reverse of what is expected out of them (ex. Castiel is the one who took the unmoral step of breaking their contract, not Crowley who you'd expect to more because he's a demon and demons have been shown as untrustworthy). So, my idea? Let's have it so that Castiel is the one displaying all the sins and that Crowley is the one displaying all the virtues. (If you want to make this a reverse!verse as in demon!Cas and angel!Crowley I will kiss the ground you walk on because I've been wanting one of those for a while. But they can be their normal selves if you'd like.) You don't have to cover all, you could deal with just one set of opposites or two or three...Just as long as Castiel is the sinner and Crowley holds all the virtue. Because hell yes let's reverse this thing!

PROMPT: Team Castiel/Dean/Samandriel, Honor

Date: 2013-10-22 01:25 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] stabbyvamp
Medieval AU, Lucifer/Jo
Jo is a Princess and Lucifer is the Prince from a far off kingdom she's been arranged to marry for most of her life. She's skeptical because of rumors that he is a horrid and cruel man, but she's pleasantly surprised when she finds him to lack both of those traits. He's cunning and practical, no doubt about that, but he's also charming and...well, virtuous.

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Honor

Date: 2013-10-23 03:06 am (UTC)
destielixer: Misha Collins (Default)
From: [personal profile] destielixer
Fluff and stuff~ Hope you like it!


Today is the day when she would meet the man. Her future husband. The man she would be with for the rest of her life. His name is Lucifer. He’s from a far off kingdom. The son of a tyrant. And today is the day when his party will arrive in the Harvelle’s court.

“Charlie, what do you think?” she asked her lady in waiting and her closest friend.

“Of Prince Lucifer, your highness?”

“Who else?”

“Well…he is…forgive me your highness, but he is a horrid and cruel man. He has killed people without thought for their family and he does not show mercy. Just like his father.”

Jo sighed, that’s exactly what the rest of the people were saying. He was a murderer, a killer. Horrid. Cruel. Bad. Devil spawn. The list went on. And here she was going to marry such a man. As a princess she didn’t want to judge him before she saw him, so she tried hard to take the rumors lightly and not get too affected by them.

At around half past nine, the guards were opening the palace gates and announcing the arrival of Prince Lucifer. Jo felt butterflies fluttering in a stomach and a deep-seated fear of a possible murderer coming into their court. She looked to her mother, the queen, she had ruled without a man at her side…so why couldn’t she? Jo took a deep breath and pursed her lips as the red carpet was rolled out and the black carriage pulled up.

She couldn’t see anyone inside. The curtains had been drawn. Just looking at the black carriage, black horses and the…well…black everything seemed to scare her. She gulped as the door was pulled open. Jo gasped when she saw the man that came forth from the carriage. He was dressed in black as well but he wasn’t the cruel murderer she had been expecting. He had beautiful blue eyes that crinkled at the corners as his lips turned up at the corners in a smile. A smile, which he directed at her. Flustered, she blushed and averted her gaze.

“Your majesty,” he said sweeping a bow as he greeted her mother.

Charming. Jo felt her heart beating loudly in her chest as he mother introduced her, “This is Princess Joanna Beth Harvelle, my daughter.”

Lucifer moved towards her and Jo had to remember to breath as she dropped him a curtsey. She felt him take her hand, “There’s no need for that princess, it is I who should be bowing to you,” he said as he swept her a bow. It wasn’t exaggerated like that of the many other princes she had met before, it wasn’t a show of extravagance. The prince was really showing her respect.

Jo shuddered as he brought her gloved hands to his lips and kissed it, “It is an honor to finally meet you Joanna.” Such manners.

She flushed again at his words, “Please, call me Jo,” she said as she shyly pulled her hand from his grip.

He grinned and nodded, correcting himself, “Jo. You can call me Lucifer, or Luc, whichever suits you best.”

Jo smiled, “Lucifer is fine,” she answered.

“Shall we proceed to lunch then?” her mother asked.

“Yes please,” Lucifer answered and he held his arm out, “If you will Jo?” he asked and Jo, shyly stepped closer and draped her fingers on his arm, letting him lead her to lunch.


They took a stroll together in the palace gardens after lunch. Just Lucifer and her.

“I’m sorry,” she said stopping in her tracks, turning to look to Lucifer.

“What for?” he asked raising his brows in curiosity.

“I…um…” she looked to the ground, “You’re not what I expected…”

Lucifer laughed, the sound loud and beautiful. Jo looked to him, “Why are you laughing?”

He smiled at her and took her hands in his, “Is it the rumors again?”

“Rumors?” she asked shocked that he knew, “How did you know?”

He shrugged, “I started them?”

Jo stared at him, “You…what?”

“Come let us sit, I will explain,” he said leading her into the shade of the gazebo.

Jo smoothed her skirts before she took a seat and looked to him expectantly.

“I came to the throne at the age of thirteen, barely a man,” Lucifer explained as he sat next to her. Not too close though. “ I was afraid that people would think that I wasn’t good enough. That I wouldn’t be as good as my father…he…died while conquering new lands…”

“I’m sorry…” Jo whispered reaching for his hand.

Lucifer shook his head, “I’m not. He was a tyrant. A monster. He taught me to be like him. He didn’t care about his people. Didn’t care if they died. I’m happy he’s gone…Anyway, people expected me to be just like him when I came to the throne. I didn’t want that. So I told my men to spread rumors that I was a tyrant, a monster just like my father.”

“Why? You’re clearly not…”

Lucifer smiled, gods he wanted to kiss the princess, “Imagine ruling at thirteen Jo, there will be many other kings and princes looking to conquer your kingdom. After all who cares if they killed a boy right? But the rumors helped. Armies were afraid to approach my kingdom. It kept my people safe. That was what I wanted. People can think of me as a tyrant all they want but if my people are safe, then I’m alright with that.”

“I’m not going to let them think that you know?” Jo said shifting closer, “When we’re married,” she began her cheeks flushing under Lucifer’s gaze as she said those words, “I’ll tell them of your good deeds. I’ll tell them that you’re actually a good person.”

Lucifer smiled, “Can I kiss you?” he asked, he really wanted to.

Jo nodded, closing her eyes. Oh god he even asked her permission to be kissed. She thought it cute.

Lucifer leaned in to Jo, hand moving to the slender column of her neck as he guided her forward. He pressed his lips to hers in a chaste kiss before he pulled away.

“…I love you,” he said staring into her eyes.

Jo looked into his eyes, she could see the truth in his words. “As do I,” she replied.

She thanked the gods that Lucifer wasn’t what they said, thanked them for sending her such a wonderful man to be her husband.

Re: Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Honor

From: [personal profile] stabbyvamp - Date: 2013-10-30 12:03 am (UTC) - Expand

Prompt, Team Charlie/Jo, Faith & Courage

Date: 2013-10-22 07:10 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] rebelgirltakingontheworld
Purgatory AU, open ship

Two characters of your choice are separated in Purgatory, along the way they search for each other but the monsters of Purgatory challenge their faith in each other. When they find each other, Veritas offers them a deal; she'll place them under her spell and, if they truly have faith in each other, she will show them the way out. If they express doubt, she will separate them again, permanently. Writer's choice.
Edited Date: 2013-10-22 07:18 am (UTC)

Prompt, Team Charlie/Jo, Temperance & Lust

Date: 2013-10-22 07:18 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] rebelgirltakingontheworld
Open ship.

One or both characters are cursed with extreme lust by Temperantia (Roman goddess), but if they engage in sexual acts it will extend the duration of the curse each time by an hour. If they practice temperance, the curse will lift dependent upon how many times they engaged. NSFW welcome.
Edited Date: 2013-10-22 07:47 am (UTC)
destielixer: Misha Collins (Default)
From: [personal profile] destielixer
Pairing: Benny/Dean

I hope you like it! :)


“Benny…” Dean whined, “one more time…please…the last time…just…please…” he was close to tears.

Benny growled, pulling Dean into a kiss, stroking his tongue with his own, Dean desperately clutched him close, unwilling to let him go. “You already have three hours additional time Dean, I’m only going to make you suffer more.”

Dean swallowed, catching his breath as Benny pulled back. “Fuck Temperantia and her curses!” As usual he’d gone and gotten into trouble by talking back to people, a Roman goddess this time. And she’d cursed him with extreme lust. Of course he couldn’t tell Sam about the curse and the ride back to the bunker was hard enough. Literally.

He’d called for Benny after that and the vampire had rushed to his aid. Benny was surprised at the type of curse at first. Eventually he willingly accepted to help Dean.

“You should stop badmouthing goddesses,” Benny muttered, he felt Dean’s arms tightening around him when he tried to get off of him.

“One more round and then you can go,” Dean begged. He needed to be fucked. Wanted to be fucked by Benny and no other. “Please…” he whispered, fingers tangling in Benny’s hair, guiding the vampire’s lips to his once more. He kissed Benny, pouring the fucking passion into it as his legs wrapping around the vampire’s hips. “…inside me…” Dean growled nipping Benny’s lower lip as he wiggled his hips, enticing the vampire.

Benny growled. Hell it was hard not to fuck Dean when the hunter was begging him. “Dean…no…” he said his voice husky as he gently extricated himself from Dean’s hold, he pressed the hunter down with a hand on his chest. Dean looked to him with large pleading green eyes darkened with lust, his kiss bruised lips juicy and pink. “No more begging boy,” he said, stroking Dean’s chest, making the hunter squirm, eliciting a whimper from his lips as he closed his eyes enjoying his touch.

“Help…” Dean whispered, looking to Benny.

“I am doing that,” Benny said as he pulled on his clothes again.

“You aren’t. Helping would be coming over here and fucking me again.”

Benny chuckled, picking up Dean’s shirt as he moved back to the hunter, “You a masochist now? Even if you want to suffer, I don’t want you to.”

Okay Benny had a point. The more times they fucked the longer the curse went on. But he’d already chocked up three hours, what was one more? If that was the case, Dean knew he would keep adding on hours and it wasn’t good. He gasped, shuddering at the feel of his shirt dragging over his over sensitized skin as Benny clothed him again, the vampire careful not to let his fingers linger too long on him.

“Jeans?” Benny asked holding up Dean’s jeans.

Dean shook his head, “Doubt that jeans would help to ease a stiff prick,” he muttered as he lay back down in bed on his side. His body felt so hot, as though he had a fever. It’s just the curse. He squeezed his eyes shut, damn…he wanted Benny.

“I’ll get going then.”

“No, don’t,” Dean quickly said reaching for Benny, “Stay here with me.”

“Now that ain’t gonna help you get better quickly Dean.”

Dean laughed, a lazy laugh as he pulled on Benny’s arm, making him sit down at the edge of his bed, “I can keep my hands of you if that’s what you’re worried about. It’s…not too hard.” Of course that was a lie but he wanted Benny with him anyhow.

“Dammit Dean, you’re such a handful of trouble y’know that?” Benny said shaking his head. “What do you plan on doing?”

“Nothing?” Dean said as he tried to focus on regulating his breathing and not think about his hard cock or the need for sex. Or Benny and how god awfully sexy he looked, “Maybe we can just lie here and talk,” Dean said making space on the bed for Benny.

“About what?” Benny asked, careful to make sure that they didn’t touch as he lay down beside Dean.

Dean half shrugged as his eyes looked to Benny’s back. He knew the vampire was helping him like this, lying on his side, back facing him. “Do you think that’s actually going to help?” he asked indicating Benny’s posture.

There was soft laughter from the vampire, “I dunno, maybe? You should do the same Dean.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Yes sir,” he mocked as he turned onto his side, back facing Benny.

“Good boy,” he heard Benny reply as he settled down. He could hear the smile in his voice.

Dean snuggled back against Benny. It wasn’t too bad now. He could think, not just sex but proper thoughts. “Thank you for coming to help…”

“Y’welcome,” Benny replied, his eyes focusing on the dark corner in the room, the light didn’t fall there…Dean was pressed up against his back. The corner was dark. Dean was warm…

“Were you worried?” Dean asked, watching the little dust motes floating in the air under the light of the bedside lamp. It had to be the curse asking…not that he cared…

“What do you think?” Benny asked.

Dean smiled. “I think you do,” he replied as he gently pushed back against Benny.

“Shut up,” was the reply.

And Dean shook his head, closing his eyes. He cared. He just didn’t want to say it.

Damn, sex can be tiring. Now he wanted to sleep…

“Dean?” It was Benny, calling to him.

“Hmm?” It was all hazy and dream like.



Benny waited till Dean’s breathing had steadied and he was fast asleep before he turned around, seeing Dean curled up on his side. He shifted a little closer and then pulled Dean to him. Watching his hunter sleep. He gently stroked his fingers through Dean’s hair, smiling when he Dean muttered in his sleep.

“Well thank you Temperantia,” he whispered as he dropped a kiss to Dean’s temple, “but next time, please don’t let him suffer like that. He’s a little bad when it comes to self control over certain matters, as am I…when it comes to the one I love.”

Benny didn’t know if the goddess could hear him or not, but if she did, she didn’t let on. He settled down and with Dean in his arms, clothed in just his shirt, Benny soon fell asleep.

Prompt, Team Charlie/Jo, Loyalty & Betrayal

Date: 2013-10-22 08:01 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] rebelgirltakingontheworld
Ship: Anna Milton/Mary Winchester, Canon AU

Anna travels back in time and, instead of trying to kill the Winchesters, seduces Mary after breaking the cupid spell keeping Mary and John together. Anna's loyalty and love for Mary causes her to reveal the truth about being an angel. Mary feels betrayed because she believed Anna was human and wants to know what an angel would want with her.

Prompt, Team Castiel/Dean/Samandriel, Gluttony

Date: 2013-10-22 02:54 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] garrisonbabe
Dean and Michael (young John vessel, please) get a little carried away with bringing food into the bedroom, not even caring when they end up biting each other half the time.

PROMPT, team gabriel/lucifer/sam, lust

Date: 2013-10-23 02:41 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fightlikeagirl
in the cage, adam, sam, lucifer, and michael find unconventional ways to work out their issues.

Prompt, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Jealousy

Date: 2013-10-23 05:15 am (UTC)
destielixer: Misha Collins (Default)
From: [personal profile] destielixer
S9 and all. Just...Ezekiel, Dean and Castiel. NSFW if you'd like, threesomes or not. Or maybe Ezekiel talking to Cas and telling him to go away because Dean doesn't need him anymore since he's the way he is now.

PROMPT: Godliness (Team Balthazar/Castiel)

Date: 2013-10-23 04:09 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] overtherainbow815
Any of the fallen angels (Balthazar, Gabriel, Lucifer, Anna, Castiel, etc) discussing religion with another god.

Bonus points if its Gabriel & Kali.

Fill: Team Castiel/Lucifer, Godliness

Date: 2013-11-03 08:31 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fatalchild
Lucifer has been in Hell for a long time. At first, it was quiet, just the steady crackle of flames around him. Then came the screaming, first Lilith, then Alastair, then the rest of the firstborns now cast into the abyss. Finally, an entire chorus of damned souls joined in howling and crying and clawing their way back up towards the light. The noise echoes in his ears, a steady, droning sound that is often worse than the fire.

That’s why the tiny patter of feet is such a distinct sound.

Lucifer turns his head, blinking his eyes against the heat and the light, trying to pull the figure into focus. She’s young, dark almond eyes and long lashes, a round face framed by copper ringlets that sit nicely against her flushed cheeks. She’s frozen midstep, one delicate foot still extended, the body of a girl and yet something distinctly not.

“You’re lost,” Lucifer says, and she flinches at his true voice. He reels it in, softens himself, shuffles through languages until he finds one that catches her attention.

“Yes,” she replies, “but I am supposed to be.”

“Supposed to be lost?”

“Yes. I’m looking for a tree.”

“Nothing grows in Hell.”

She shakes her head, curls bouncing around her face. “It does. I do this every year.”

Lucifer looks at her for a moment, struggling to clear his mind enough to focus. “Persephone.”

“You know me?”

“Naturally. I’m older than you are.”

That gives her pause, and she steps backwards after a moment’s thought. “You’re the monster of the abyss,” she says.

“Is that what they call me…?”


“Do I seem a monster to you?”

“You’ve not been unkind.”

Lucifer attempts a smile. His general distaste for pagans comes from their pettiness and arrogance. This one is but a child. “I’m an angel,” he tells her, trying to expand his wings, but the burning chains press into his feathers and he withdraws with a shudder.

Persephone watches him with a quiet sadness, flinching at the way the metal sizzles against him. “What a strange thing to do to an angel…” she whispers.

“God can be very cruel to those who offend Him.”

“Many gods are cruel,” Persephone murmurs, pacing around the confines like she’s looking for an entry point.

“God and gods are very different things, child.”

“How do you mean?”

“The mighty and the almighty. The omniscient, omnipotent, eternal.”

“You say there is only one.”


“And he is cruel?”

“...It seems so.”

“Then perhaps he is not truly God.”

“Yours is so much better?” Lucifer asks, flexing his wings again, twitching against fresh pain.

“Why do you do that?” Persephone whispers, soft and childlike.

“Do what?”

“Move in a way that hurts you so.”

“It’s an instinct, and it hurts whether I do or do not. One pain relieves the other. Sometimes I must choose.”

“And this is the work of God?”

Lucifer laughs softly, tilting his head at her as he crawls closer towards the edge of the Cage. “I renew my former question then. Does your father not torment you as well? Did he not sell you to be queen of an empire that forces you to traverse this place for half of every year?”

Persephone shakes her head. “He did not sell me. He created a peaceful resolution for all parties.”

“One that confines you, the innocent victim, to Hell for half her life.”

“My husband is here. Half of my life is here. Even so, I am allowed to walk to the Earth for the other half, so I should think my father far more merciful than yours.”

Lucifer glowers for a moment, feathers bristling.

“I’ve offended you… I wasn’t trying to do that.”

“I think you’re short-sighted is all.”

“How so?”

“You were innocent, a child who needed protecting, and you should not be punished for another’s failure to control himself.”

“...Less a child than you imagine, angel, and I am not punished. I reign as queen.”

“A figurehead.”

Persephone smiles. “Perhaps. Were you not innocent then?”

Lucifer is silent, and her smile quickly fades.

“Do you think you deserve to be here?”

He hesitates. “...No, but I did break rules, and I was aware of them.”

“Were they just rules?”

Lucifer lifts his head to meet her gaze, face drawn, eyes wet. “Why are you asking me this?”

“You’re suffering, more than anyone I’ve ever seen, and yet you still defend this god of yours. Either you deserve punishment, or this father is unjust. Which is it?”

He shudders again. “...I don’t know.”

Persephone watches him quietly, torn between awe and pity at the way his wings fold in to cover the immense light at his core, trying to shelter himself from some of the pain. She tries to move forward again, pressing against the barrier and grappling for the immense chains, but to no avail.

“I’m sorry,” she says, fingers stretching forward to brush against blackened feathers. “I would free you if I could.”


“Because not everything that calls itself a god is cruel, and I think mercy is something worth striving for.”

“You say this is your domain.”

“My husband’s more so, but yes.”

“He could not free me either.”

Persephone’s lips press together then pull into a frown. “You’re probably right. I could ask him to try.”

“There’s no point. I assure you I’m right. Your powers are limited, even in your self-proclaimed domain. God’s are not…”

“So godliness equates to power?”

“Something like that.”

“What a sad world you live in, angel,” she whispers, pulling her hand away and turning to depart.

“Lucifer,” he says suddenly.

Persephone stops, turns back to face him. “What?”

“My name is Lucifer.”

“Light-bringer. That’s lovely.” She lingers there, giving him a small half-smile when he finally looks up one last time. “Well then, Lucifer, I hope your god learns something of mercy. It’s a shame to have something so beautiful locked up here.”

Lucifer watches her go in silence then curls in on himself, stifled by the confines of his prison. To the victor go the spoils, or so he should think, so then if godliness is not absolute power, what is it? Justice? Love? Mercy? He squeezes his eyes shut, unwilling to think anymore.

Still, he hopes the little goddess finds her tree.

Edited Date: 2013-11-03 08:33 pm (UTC)

PROMPT: Obedience (Team Balthazar/Castiel)

Date: 2013-10-23 04:10 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] overtherainbow815
Michael's unwavering obedience to an absent father, even under heart-breaking circumstances.

PROMPT: Wrath (Team Balthazar/Castiel)

Date: 2013-10-23 04:12 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] overtherainbow815
Kevin taking out his anger on Crowley from 9x02.

Fill, (Team Crowley/Sam), Kevin's Wrath

Date: 2013-10-25 02:58 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mooseleys
Kevin hadn't meant to hit him. He just wanted Crowley to shut up. Of course that was the one thing he seemed incapable of doing.

"You can do better than that, little man," he egged him on. The bastard was still smiling. Kevin glanced at the wall with the weapons. If Crowley wanted better, Kevin could certainly give him that.

"That's right," Crowley said, following Kevin's line of sight, "Let it all out!"

Kevin could feel his blood singing in his ears. He wanted to kill Crowley, but death wasn't good enough for him. Kevin wanted him to feel what he had felt, the pain, the loss, the feeling of being utterly and completely alone in a world that he once thought he understood, only to have it all ripped apart before his eyes. It wasn't all Crowley's fault, but it felt good to blame someone. Kevin picked up the large metal mallet. It felt good and heavy in his hand.

"Hit me with your best shot." Crowley said with a smug grin.

Kevin let out an inhuman yell and brought the mallet down on Crowley's hand where it was resting on the arm of the chair. That wiped the smile off his face, alright. Even if it was only for a moment.

"Going for the hand first? Really? I would have expected--AHG!"

Kevin interrupted Crowley's latest bit of commentary by slamming the mallet down on Crowley's other hand. Crowley brought both hands into his lap, staring at them in pained horror and trembling ever so slightly before forcing a smile back at Kevin.

Kevin smiled back, panting as the adrenaline pumping through his veins lit all his senses on fire. "Lot's of little bones in the hands. And lots of nerve endings. Hurts like a bitch, doesn't it?"

Crowley shrugged. "I've had worse. Best thing about this meatsuit, it can sure take a beating."

Kevin punched him in the face. It hurt his own hand more than he had expected but the way Crowley's head snapped to the side as he gasped in surprise and pain was worth it.

"Your mother had a harder punch. Shame she isn't still around to teach you her ways."

That was it. Kevin wanted to kill the bastard. He punched him again, and again, any place he could reach. Crowley just slumped in his chair and took it, never fighting back, never even trying to protect himself. It only served to make Kevin more angry.

"Why did you kill her?" Kevin shouted at him.

Crowley spat out blood before answering. "I told you, are you even sure that I--"

Kevin punched him in the face again. "Why did you kill her?" he repeated.

"I didn't kill her."

That gave Kevin pause. "You're lying."

"Honest truth. I wanted to have her killed. Never knew if they succeeded."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you impressed me. Are you done?" Crowley glanced at the mallet still clutched in one of Kevin's bloody fists.

He set it down with a definitive metal clunk.

"There. Now that you've felt your feels," Crowley said, "Maybe we can talk?"

PROMPT: Love (Team Balthazar/Castiel)

Date: 2013-10-23 04:18 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] overtherainbow815
Ezekiel can't help but comment on how much Dean and Sam love each other (romantically or platonically, up to the writer) and he comes to love Dean in his own way.

Fill, (Team Crowley/Sam), Love

Date: 2013-10-24 05:52 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mooseleys
((this turned into almost crack, and for that I apologize, but Dean's a little shit when it comes to accepting love, so))

Sam went to bed early. It wasn't unusual for his to nod off faster than Dean, so Dean thought nothing of it until Sam came back to join him at the table half an hour later.

"Couldn't sleep?"

His brother shook his head. "Sam is sleeping soundly."

Dean looked around to make sure the two of them were alone. "Ezekiel?"

"Yes. I needed to talk to you."

"Is Sam doing alright?"

"Yes, Sam is doing well. He's growing stronger every day, and yet you are still troubled. I see the way you look at him."

Dean laughed uneasily. "Well yeah, I mean, he's my brother. I gotta look out for him."

"You do. You always have. I'm in Sam's head so I know."

"Well that's great, Zeke, but what did you want to talk to me about?"


Dean fell into a coughing fit. "Sorry, what?"

"I want to talk to you about love."

"Yeah, that's what I thought you said. Look, I already told you, I'm no good with the whole 'love' thing, so if you--"

"I love you, Dean," Ezekiel interrupted him.

Dean stared, uncomprehending. "You what now?"

"I love you. At least, I think I do. Being in your brother these past few weeks has taught me more about love than centuries in Heaven."

"Well that's great, Zeke, but--"

"I know you cannot love me in the way that I love you. Mostly because you're emotionally constipated. But I wanted to tell you in the hopes that if sometime in the future you could come to embrace the love which encapsulates your soul, you would remember that there is one who loves you."

Dean nodded slowly, not sure whether to laugh or run. "That's...I mean, I'm touched, I think. But--"

Ezekiel held up Sam's hand to interrupt him, again. "I know. Just, think about it?"

Dean swallowed hard. "Yeah, okay."

Sam/Ezekiel stood up and cocked his head, staring at Dean in that sympathetic way all angels had of looking at humans. "I won't be in your brother forever. And my usual vessel would be very accommodating to your needs. Unless you would prefer a, what is the term, busty Asian beauty?"

Dean choked on his own spit.

"Let me know either way if you decide. Good night, Dean."

Dean only stared at his brother's retreating form, mouthing the word "what?"

PROMPT, Team Castiel/Crowley, Gluttony

Date: 2013-10-24 03:35 am (UTC)
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So after seeing Ty's twitter post and some of the ensuing replies from his followers ( I'm suddenly shipping Benny/Crowley. Imagine it. All that scruff, those accents...

So, here's my prompt: Normally Crowley wouldn't have suspected himself to be a fan of Cajun cooking. But once Benny makes him some of his favorite dishes, the demon just can't seem to get enough. (Don't ask why they even need to eat food in the first place just go with it.)
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Bartholomew is the Bartholomew of 9x03 I'm No Angel; a warning for possible spoilers for that episode in this prompt.

Richard Roman and Bartholomew are both leaders of their respective species — the Leviathans and the newly-fallen angels. They find each other somehow and realize their similarities, most of all a lust for power to overpower humanity (it doesn't take too much living amongst humans for Bartholomew to find them to be despicable creatures) and a ruthlessness that allows either to go to great lengths to achieve such a thing. Their connections to the angel Castiel help to unite them, especially the fallen angel's desire for revenge, which is one that the Leviathan takes no issue to helping to fulfill.

PROMPT, Team Anna/Jo, Lust

Date: 2013-10-25 03:31 am (UTC)
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Uptight businesswoman Naomi ends up in a strip club, where she witnesses a particularly enticing act from exotic dancer Abbadon. She's never held any particular interest in women -- just never really considered it as an option -- but after watching that, all she can think about talented the red-haired dancer must be in bed.

((ugh I had a hard time turning this thought into words))

FILL, Team Crowley/Sam, Relaxation, NSFW

Date: 2013-10-25 09:16 am (UTC)
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It was not often that Naomi took much time to relax. Here, she remained stiffly settled, her back straight, the hand clasping her tumbler of good whiskey held strongly and with a tight grip. She took a sip from the glass, looking to the stage.

This club had both men and women dancers, though the women had never interested her so much as the men did. Naomi had meant to escape the company of her colleagues, though, which would never come to a club of mixed genders, and here she had no risk of those irritations singing sums and numbers in her ear.

Naomi sighed, and after a few moments' worth of deliberation, she relaxed back into her seat and drained her glass, raising her hand to request another. The music changed, and Naomi looked up to the stage. The woman who moved up the stage walked with the saunter Naomi was familiar with, and Naomi brushed it from her mind.

That is, until the woman began to dance. Her name, Abaddon, rang through Naomi's ears after it came from the speakerphone, but Naomi could not take time to consider the name carefully as it echoed towards the back of her mind: Naomi was primarily concerned with the woman's body.
Abaddon moved with a grace Naomi had only seen hints of before, and despite the deliberation to her every movement, not a bit of it was chaste - every undulation and shift of her hips was almost demonic, inhuman in a way that made something in Naomi's stomach coil, and made her clit pang with the sort of electricity a man could barely alight in her, let alone a woman.
The dancer's hair was long, silken and scarlet, and as she moved, pulled herself up a pole with incredibly muscle, she whipped it around, and Naomi's thoughts moved to grasping at those locks with her hands, or feeling the tickle of them at her chest as Abaddon kissed her.

Naomi swallowed hard when Abaddon grasped at the pole and spread her legs wide, supporting herself only with the grip of her hands on chromed steel.

"By God." She whispered to herself, her mouth dry, her cheeks flushed red with more than the whiskey. She raised her hand and called over the waiter again, and here she murmured in his ear, requesting the price of a private appointment.

It was more expensive than Naomi had bet, but she handed over the bill, and later she followed the young man into a back room, and Abaddon wore only red lingerie, matching her hair in a beautifully thought out way. "Wow." was all Naomi said, and Abaddon smirked, taking deliberate steps forwards, hips swinging, to grasp at her chin and pull Naomi close to her.

The businesswoman gave a choked sound of surprise, but the other woman just grinned, showing teeth Naomi couldn't wait to feel on her skin. "Isn't this a it naughty for a respectable woman like you?"

"Could ask the same of you." Naomi murmured, and Abaddon laughed, the sound ringing in the air and making Naomi shift her position as much as she could without pulling away from Abaddon's hand.

"Do I strike you as respectable?"

"As powerful." Abaddon raised her eyebrows, lips quirking into a subtler smile than the grin she'd sported a few moments before.

"Well, I shan't argue that." And Abaddon dipped forwards, pressed her lips to Naomi's and kissed her, hand leaving her chin to grasp her shoulders and pull her yet closer instead. Naomi was left breathless, heart beating fast as Abaddon pulled back.

"Bed's that way."

"Let's go."

Re: FILL, Team Crowley/Sam, Relaxation, NSFW

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Prompt, Team Anna/Jo, Perseverance/Loyalty

Date: 2013-10-25 04:10 am (UTC)
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Bela/Hael: Bela and Hael are determined to take what they need, no matter the cost. When one gets in a tight spot because of that determination, the other always helps. (Note: remember that Hael is a season 9 character, so make sure you warn for spoilers if applicable!)
Edited Date: 2013-10-26 12:42 am (UTC)

FILL: Team Anna/Ruby, From the Angels' Fall

Date: 2013-11-03 09:09 pm (UTC)
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So a brief warning just in case for a slightly uncomfortable situation involving an angel blade and what could be interpreted as an unhealthy relationship in the making. The pacing is really off due to my bad planning, and I do apologize for that, but I hope you still enjoy?

Bela Talbot could recall exactly where she had been the moment the angels had begun to fall from Heaven.

The black market saleswoman had stood with a hand roughly gripping the hair of a reneged client, the other hand holding a pistol pressed to the back of the distraught woman’s head. Her finger hovered over the trigger, ready to shoot whenever the blubbering mess of a person would finally stop with her confessions of tell my mom I did love her and the like; it wasn’t as though Bela particularly cared about her last wishes, but letting her live a few minutes longer would be more than worth her while if she could extract the location of the payment she knew the liar had brought to the city with her. That would also eliminate the need to kill her in the first place — making examples out of buyers who broke their word and all of that was good in theory, but exhaustingly time-consuming in practice, leaving behind bloody bodies that needed to be cleaned up after and disposed.

It seemed that that unfortunate kind of mess would be unavoidable this time around.

The shot was foiled, though, by a sudden flood of blinding light that filled the room. The air itself vibrated with the presence of what she later knew to be grace for a long few moments, before vanishing.

“Hello— Bela?” A question, as though she wasn’t entirely sure what her almost-murderer’s name was, but the inquiry seemed directly more to herself than the honey-brunette, who had yet to completely grasp what had just occurred. “This is Earth, is it not…?— what happened?” With a startling different carriage in her body’s language, the dark-haired woman glanced up at her in a gaze imbued with utter shock and confusion.

“Really, points for creativity, but don’t think I’ll fall for that little trick.” It wasn’t as though she legitimately believed that it was all merely a ruse, but until she had received a more plausible explanation for the obviously supernaturally-induced incident, she could only rely on blind speculation that would remain solely within her own mind.

“I’m not—” she waved a hand at herself, looking almost surprised when the limb actually did move “—Sarah. My name is Hael and I am… was an angel.”

An angel. Bela had heard talk of them, mainly from hunters and almost always with the name Winchester tied to them, but never come across one of the creatures herself. What she did know about them, information gathered more from her own research and delving into dusty old tomes within abandoned archives than from any word of mouth, did happen to more or less correspond with what little she could describe herself as having witnessed just seconds ago. The was in the angel-woman’s statement was curious, however; had something occurred to rid her of her power? She knew it was possible for the beings to die by the the blade of the weapons they carried on themselves, but stripping away their wings (was that a metaphor or an actual thing, she was never quite sure of either) was a completely separate matter altogether.

“I’m sure you are, in which case you’ll have access to everything in that head of Sarah’s. So tell me, where is my money?” She might as well keep up with and take advantage of the situation; if this Hael was actually Hael-an-angel as she claimed to be then she wouldn’t have any reason to keep the information Bela wanted dearly a secret.

“I don’t understand what’s going on.” It was as though the dark-haired figure hadn’t heard her clearly-voiced demand, despite the piercingly ice-blue eyes pinned unwaveringly upon her face. “Everything was normal, and then suddenly— I fell.” Hael’s gaze flickered over to a nearby window, veiled by curtains. Behind the cloth, blurry, bright splashes of light could be seen, darting down from the heavens to the earth

“Please, save your sob story for somebody who actually cares.  You have something that belongs to me, stored away in that girl’s mind. Tell me where it is so we can both quickly part on our merry old ways, or I may have to use this bullet I was saving for dear Sarah on you.”

A gleam of something different from the emotive desperation embodied in her demeanour shone for a moment, immediately receding again afterward. “I need your help. I can make it up to you with what you’re looking for, but only if you take me with you.”

“What’s to say that I don’t shoot you now and ransack this place instead? Much less hassle, yeah?” Or even just skip the shooting, if it would simplify matters; she was willing to let go unrecompensed the trouble it had taken for her to obtain the artefact that Sarah had been looking to purchase, since the object could always be put on the market to another buyer, albeit for what would most likely amount to being a much less significant profit.

“I’m sorry if I’m inconveniencing you, but using your weapon won’t solve anything. Something like that couldn’t hurt me. Just aid me in finding somebody and I’ll be away from you for good.” Here, she moved closer to Bela, having stumbled away when she’d taken over the body of her vessel. The glint of light reflecting on unblemished metal caught her eye far too late, as a body heavier than she might have expected jostled her up against the bed. Her arms windmilled with an embarrassing lack of grace, being taken by surprise making for less than fluid reactions, before she was pinned against the surface of the mattress, the oddly warm and excruciatingly sharp tip of a knife pressed to her collarbone. “You know I can’t just let you go, right? There’s so much I need to do down here, and I could never achieve any of that without you.”

“Get off of me.” Arms rendered immobile struggled to dislodge the body weight beneath which they were restrained, while twisting the handle of the pistol to aim its barrel at the burden. Useless.

“Help me, Bela.” The prick of celestial steel against skin let up ever-so-slightly, a bead of blood trickling down the point where it had rested.

A pause, before she recognized defeat. “What do you need?”

The person the newly-fallen angel had been looking to find was another like her, a name Bela found unexpectedly familiar. Some Castiel, who last time she’d heard, had taken up touring around the country with those damned Winchesters. It seemed that he wasn’t with them at the moment, but a few spells were all it had taken for her to track down where he’d wandered off on his own. True to her word, Hael had gratefully left her human guide a million dollars richer when she’d run off aboard a train to confront her target.

(Bela wouldn’t admit that she might have missed the angel’s company, life-threatening though it may have been at times. She did leave her with a phone number to reach her just in case, for whenever, you know? before driving away from the curb of the railway station, masked by veils of filthy grey rainwater.)

When her cell phone had drawn her out of the haze of sleep a handful of days later, with letters on its plastic screen revealing only that the presence on the other end was Colarado, Bela Talbot might have also felt a jolt of excitement at the prospect. Much as she might deny it, her work could, even with the inane amounts of wealth she procured, gain a frustrating note of monotony, and the unconventional arrival of the angel into her life had offered a welcome change of pace. The urgent voice on the other end of the line summoned her over to a small town in the state, offering her no explanation besides another demand for Bela’s help and an exclamation that amounted to things didn’t go as she’d hoped.

She spent that evening within a cheap motel room, brow furrowed as she tended to the bloody furrows and shards of glass that coated the angel’s pale, peach-toned skin. (She had gone by morning, of course; more than a day’s time was something she wasn’t quite willing to let go to waste. In her wake, a wad of hundred-dollar bills and a prepaid cell phone were left behind, sitting on the bedside table where Hael would discover it when she’d regained consciousness.)

When she called for the second time and beckoned for help for a third, Bela didn’t refuse.

(This time, she stayed the night. Business could wait, and the angel was very convincing.)
Edited (HTML Fix) Date: 2013-11-03 09:12 pm (UTC)

Prompt, Team Anna/Jo, Gentleness

Date: 2013-10-26 12:56 am (UTC)
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Meg/Ruby: Season 4 AU. Ruby is kidnapped and tortured by other demons angry that she would want to work with the Winchesters. Then Meg walks in and talks them into leaving. Ruby thinks Meg just wants to get in a little torture herself, but surprisingly, the other demon is there to help and rescue her.

Fill: Team Castiel/Lucifer, Gentleness

Date: 2013-10-29 07:23 pm (UTC)
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Ruby squeezed her eyes shut as the knife was twisted into her side once more. She screamed against the gag across her lips and blinked against the sting of tears that ran immediately forth. The demon above her just chuckled.

“Should have thought a wee bit more carefully before you turned on your own kind, darling.”

She glared up at him, but there was nothing she could say. Not now. Not yet.

He spun the blade between his fingers before pressing the tip of the blade along the inside of her knee, dragging it slowly up to split her thigh open, moving to grace the smooth line of her hip bone, and leaving a blossoming streak of red as he went. “Perfect. Just perfect.” He watched the blood well up with a small tilt of his head then. “Well… Not so perfect. Bit unsanitary, that.” The demon clicked his tongue, eyes flashing black with the rush of satisfaction. He gathered the small vial from his work table, careful not to splash himself as he uncapped it, and poured the holy oil over the open wound. A wide grin split his lips as Ruby’s skin sizzled and blistered in protest. “Least it’s sterile now,” he drawled. He was beginning to prepare a salt pack, pulling on thick latex gloves before dipping the gauze in the milky water, when he heard the click of heels coming down the hallway. He sneered at the woman in the doorway, eyes black with frustration now, lip curled hatefully. “You.”

“Hi.” Meg gave him a winning smile, tossing her dark hair over one shoulder and hooking her thumbs in her belt loops as she leaned back and looked the scene over. “Man, you are in it now, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“I’m not your sweetheart,” he spat. “She’s a fuckin’ traitor. You know how the boss hates that.”

“That I do, but it’s not up to you. Run along now.”

He glared at her, hating that casual note her voice always had, the way it sounded like she was speaking to an unruly child. The meatsuit was pretty, he thought, and the red mouth would look more beautiful if sliced and stretched past her full, creamy cheeks.

“I said go,” Meg snapped, patience wearing.

“Or what?”

“You move, or I move you, cupcake.”

The threat finally earned the desired reaction. He forgot his torture in favor of lunging at her, salty blade in hand, but Meg was quicker. She ducked her small body down, sweeping one leg behind his ankles and instantly knocking him off his feet. The knife clattered to the floor with him, and Meg collected it between two fingers, carefully managing the chunks of salt. One dark eyebrow went up, and she chuckled lightly, dangling the blade over his face. “Child’s play,” she whispered. “You should take a trip downstairs. Ol’ White Eyes could teach you so much.”

The demon swallowed the knot in his throat. It was easy to forget with her small stature and recent tendency to stay underground, but Meg had once commanded a lot of respect. Azazel’s daughter, trained by Alastair himself-- she was not someone to be taken lightly.

“Let me go,” he whispered.

Meg cocked her head. “Now, why would I do that?”

“We’re on the same fucking side.”

“That may be, but you’re not following the rules. You know how the boss is about rules.” The corner of Meg’s mouth twitched up in the hint of a smirk for a split second before she had driven the salty knife into her opponent’s eye.

It wouldn’t kill him, being a demon, but it was an immense pain, something debilitating as foaming blood bubbled forth from the wound. He screamed and writhed and gave up, smoking out of the easily ruined body in a desperate attempt to flee. Alastair’s little bitch wasn’t playing today, and it wasn’t something he intended to stick around for.

“Bye bye now,” Meg sing-songed, rising to her feet and stepping past the useless human shell.

Ruby closed her eyes in resignation. She’d been tortured. You had to be tortured to become a demon, and in light of what she’d gained from the process, she hardly minded it, but just as her former captor, tangling with one of Alastair’s apprentices wasn’t something she was looking forward to. They were dark and twisted and sick. Worse still, they were creative.

The first brush of Meg’s fingers had Ruby recoiling on instinct, but it was her fingers, soft and slender, and not an intruding blade or a sprinkling of salt. She could feel the restraints on her wrists slackening, then those on her ankles, finally the one on her waist.

“You’re okay,” Meg whispered, brushing mess of bloody, sweaty dark hair back from Ruby’s forehead. She gave a small, apologetic smile before loosening the gag, carefully pulling it past Ruby’s lips and waiting patiently for her to take her first desperate breath of air.

She struggled, coughing up salt and holy water that had been poured down her throat. It had been clear that they hadn’t necessarily wanted information from her. This was, effectively, just punishment. No doubt that was why Meg was here. The little show of a fight had probably been a ruse, something intended to create a dramatic entrance and mentally terrorize her. Meg was, after all, an absolute loyalist.

“Get on with it,” Ruby said, once she could breathe.

“On with it?”

“Do whatever you’re going to do.”

“I already did.”

“I know who you are.”

Meg laughed softly, a strangely pleasant sound. “And I know all about you too, baby.”

Ruby glared up at her with quiet disbelief. No. Nobody knew what she was doing, just Lilith. She’d been warned, of course, that there would be attempts to expose her. When Lucifer came, he’d surely want to meet Sam Winchester’s guide, so it would be a coveted position, in spite of the hatred and the torture. Only Lilith knew, she had reassured Ruby so many times. Don’t trust anyone but me. Just you and me. He’s going to be so grateful. You can’t imagine...

The way Meg smiled then made it feel like she was reading Ruby’s mind. “I’m not going to ask you anything,” she said, shrugging off her coat and draping it carefully around Ruby’s shoulders. “We should get out of here though.”

Ruby didn’t trust her, but she also wasn’t going to argue about the theoretical rescue. She remembered sitting up, feeling a sharp pain in her head and a swirl of dizziness. The dingy floor was cold under the soles of her feet, and the lingering salt and water burned her still. Two steps. She only remembered taking two steps before everything was dark.


Ruby found herself covered in soft fabric when she woke. It was the first thing she was grateful for. The clothes didn’t fit, but she certainly didn’t care about that. They were thin and loose anyway, but she was comfortably warm under several blankets as she lay stretched on a mattress that was surprisingly comfortable for how haphazardly it was tossed on the floor, pushed against a corner.

“Morning, Sunshine,” Meg greeted her, pulling her from her thoughts.

Ruby sat up, pulling the blankets up around herself and saying nothing.

Meg held her hands up defensively. “Not gonna touch you if you don’t want, but those are some pretty nasty wounds, and our old buddy Jackson wasn’t nearly so interested in cleanliness as he claimed.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means they’re going to fester, and then that pretty, pretty meatsuit will be rotting around you quicker than you can do anything to hold it together. It’s gonna be pretty hard to sweet talk lil’ Sammy Winchester when you’re reeking of infection.”

Ruby scowled, but she knew Meg had a point. The fact that her body lacked a human soul made it more difficult to sustain anyway. She’d felt a twinge of hunger once or twice, though it easily passed, and now she could feel the ache of torture lingering for much longer than she was used to.

“Bandages. Peroxide,” Meg declared, reaching into her jacket to produce the items. “Ten minutes of your time.”

“Fine,” Ruby said, “but if you think this is going to make me tell you anything--”

“I told you. I don’t want to know anything. I know enough.”

Meg’s heels clicked on the floor in that familiar way as she crossed the room. She sat on the edge of the bed, waiting patiently for Ruby to drop the blanket of her own accord. There was no undressing; clothing was pushed and pulled aside to provide access to the damaged skin and muscle tissue, but it was never removed. Warm towels cradled Ruby’s body, wiping away the crusted salt that caused her skin to perpetually blister. Meg was quiet through most of it, but she whispered an apology before carefully dabbing on the peroxide, watching how it bubbled up against the sticky, dried blood.

Ruby kept her eyes on the ceiling, waiting patiently. At any minute, Meg’s demeanor would shift. She would laugh, cackle with glee, press her fingers in to tear the wounds open once more. At each touch, Ruby braced for it. It never happened. It didn’t really hurt at all.

Meg’s hands were oddly delicate. Her rings were set aside, displaying the slender lines of her fingers. They moved in light, airy touches that cleared away the filth before wrapping up Ruby’s damaged body in clean white gauze. It was firm enough to provide some level of support to torn and weary muscle but not so tight as to rub her skin or impede circulation.

Ruby blinked her eyes slowly, lulled by the careful affection. She watched the way Meg handled her, gentle and precise, and it made sense to her that these were the hands of an expert torturer. The best healers know how to hurt. That thought should have been frightening, but it wasn’t. Ruby closed her eyes, lashes fluttering softly.

“This is a trick,” she mumbled, shameful tears stinging her once more.

“No trick, kiddo,” Meg replied, combing her fingers through Ruby’s hair, fingernails scratching her scalp lightly. “You gotta be more careful though. Not everyone’s as… astute as I am.”

Ruby hummed under her breath, lips parting in a soft sigh. “It’s worth it,” she whispered.

“I believe you.” Meg tucked the blankets back into place and fixed Ruby’s hair back across the pillow. “But you need to finish it. You need to be careful, do it right, see it through to the end. Do you understand me?”

There was silence then. Ruby gave no answer, unwilling to betray Lilith with even the most casual sort of confession.

“Good girl,” Meg whispered, patting her arm. “Get some sleep.”

The trepidation melted away as time passed in the darkness. Nobody came to collect her for torture again, and the pain slowly began to fade as sleep took over. Ruby bundled a pillow up in her arms and tried not to think too much. Strange girl, Azazel’s daughter. Not what she expected at all, and this time, Ruby was glad.

Re: Fill: Team Castiel/Lucifer, Gentleness

From: [personal profile] marvelouscity - Date: 2013-10-30 02:07 am (UTC) - Expand
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Benny, fresh out of purgatory, has all these conflicting feelings about being good versus returning to his old ways. No shipping necessary for this because it's very internal and personal to Benny himself, but if you do put him in a relationship, i'd love it to be with dean (for obvious reasons. i adore that ship).

PROMPT, Team Benny/Dean, Meg and Cas, NSFW

Date: 2013-10-27 06:41 pm (UTC)
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When meg cares for Cas in the hospital, she has to learn to be giving, though it goes against her nature. She constantly has to give her care and attention to the angel who she feels she should have simply abandoned, but knows that she can't. In return, he ends up giving up a bit of himself to her, and giving in to lust. They have hot broom-closet-sex. (think pizza-man)
Edited Date: 2013-10-27 07:24 pm (UTC)

fill, team crowley/sam, Prove It (NSFW)

Date: 2013-10-28 11:56 pm (UTC)
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It had only been about 3 hours since coming in to work that day and Meg was already about to blow her brains out. A half hour since bringing Cas his lunch and all he’s done is play with his peas and poke at the ice cubes in his drink.
“You’re so fucking boring,” Meg whined, glancing up briefly to observe the uninteresting angel.
A disgustingly childish frown creased Castiel’s face. “I can be interesting,” Cas moped, looking hurt.
“Suuure, whatever you say, Clarence.” Meg returned to flipping lazily through her magazine while Cas seemed to entertain himself with the bread on his sandwich.
She shook her head and sighed. Why they hell am I even doing this, she pondered.
Then, before Meg left that day, Cas stopped her.
“Wait…” he called before she made it out the door.
“Goddamn it, Cas, what is it?” she moaned.
The angel shifted awkwardly on the bed. “Thank you.”
Her eyebrows shot up. Really? Castiel was thanking her? She had to admit, it did make her feel regrettably warm and fuzzy inside. It was detestable.
“And, I love you,” he added.
Everything about her that was demon screamed, Ew, love! But strangely enough there was some part of her that wasn’t completely disgusted by the prospect. And that part won out with a gentle smile that manage to break across her face.
“Alright, Clarence, are we done with the yuck-fest?”
“Yes,” Cas nodded confidently, but then, “No!” as if he’d suddenly remembered, “I have something to show you.” He leapt from the bed, grabbed her hand and yanked her out the door and down the hall. Before she even knew what was happening Cas had pulled them both into a linen closet.
“Cas, wha-“
Well that’s new…she thought while Cas backed her up against the door and kissed her hard on the lips.
His hands were placed firmly on her hips, holding her back while he pressed his body into hers. The kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated but damn was it hot. It took a second or two for Meg’s brain to get with the program, but when it did, she was damn prepared to take full advantage of the situation. She pushed herself against him, though his grip was strong. She took him by surprise by the aggression in the kiss, but a slight moan that escaped his preoccupied lips let him know that he certainly didn’t mind.
She pushed him back just enough to get space and her hands flew to Cas’ hospital pants. Thank the devil these things are just elastic, she thought, yanking them down.
Now Cas was the surprised one. He stood back, stunned and pantless, staring at Meg in the dark who wore a wicked smirk. She yanked him forward by the front of his shirt and he couldn’t stop the pathetic yelp that escaped him.
“Relax, Cas…” she breathed against him, running her hands down his back and over his ass. She squeezed him and pulled him closer.
The confidence seemed to return to his eyes and he nodded, his forehead pressing against hers. She felt the tension melt away from his body. He crushed their lips together again, beginning to rock his hips against her.
“Mph…” he broke the kiss briefly, both of them taking breath in through gasps. “Too many clothes…” he hissed in a hot, gravelly voice as he fumbled blindly with her belt.
Meg undoubtedly agreed. She shrugged off her jacket, though didn’t bother with her shirt and then went to remove her jeans that Cas seemed to be struggling with. She grinned to herself and undid them with ease, sliding them down along with her panties and stepping out of them.
Cas let out a choked noise when he glanced down at their nakedness, though all he saw was shadows in the dark.
Meg let out a small huff, meant to be a laugh, but it came out more breathless than she intended. Pulling Cas against her, she sighed, feeling his hard cock press into her warm flesh. They rocked against each other, pushing and pulling at each other’s lips until Meg grew impatient.
She pushed Castiel back, slung her arms firmly around his neck and jumped into his arms, clinging to him. The slammed back against the door, louder than they intended and Meg swore, praying to the devil someone didn’t hear them. Cas laughed quietly, and then so did she at the sheer ridiculousness of this whole situation. But that certainly didn’t stop her from enjoying it.
Cas slid into her slowly, the both of them hot and wet and panting against each other. Quiet little moans echoed through the darkness as Cas did his best to clumsily thrust into her while also supporting her weight.
Much to Meg’s dismay, however, he wasn’t exactly being quiet. She rolled her eyes at the grunts and moans and disgustingly lame sighs he uttered as they rocked against each other. “Fucking, shut up, Castiel,” she hissed, biting gently at his neck and digging her nails into his shoulders just enough to hurt. He let out a high gasp, but shut up for the most part after that, until he came inside her with an only slightly muffled cry.
They both sighed and before Meg could say anything, Cas looked her dead in the eye and smirked. “I told you I can be interesting.”

Re: fill, team crowley/sam, Prove It (NSFW)

From: [personal profile] presumablynot - Date: 2013-10-29 12:42 am (UTC) - Expand

PROMPT, Team Benny/Dean, Dean's a lil shit

Date: 2013-10-27 07:29 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] presumablynot
Dean Winchester is a glutton (pie!) and a lazy person who is jealous of the beautiful relationship sam has with jess, but well, he's too lazy to do anything about it. This is meant to poke fun at dean, but not in a mean way, more in a funny way where we see his faults exaggerated and turned humorous.

Prompt, team crowley/sam, sastiel - praise

Date: 2013-10-28 01:25 am (UTC)
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Sam and Cas adore each other, however they are both severely lacking in the self-esteem department. They proceed to have a deep, meaningful (romantic) conversation about what they love about each other.

prompt, team Crowley/Sam, deanbenny gluttony

Date: 2013-10-28 01:36 am (UTC)
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(has anyone suggested this yet?)
I would like some NSFW denny with dean offering himself to Benny to feed. At first Benny doesn't want to, but maybe during sex benny just can't take it any more and he's just so hungry and dean's blood just smells so good and he looses it when dean says "do it," and he just sinks his teeth into Dean's neck.
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Dean had offered it a few times during the week, and each time Benny had refused him readily. “Nah, brother, I can’t do that.”

"You can." Dean said softly, but Benny had shook his head.

"I ain’t gonna hurt you, kiddo." He knew Dean wanted it. Dean had a big thrill for a power trip, and Benny did indulge him as he would, but not for this. Not like that. Benny had a good deal of self control, and he could hold back.

But then Dean played dirty.

He was bouncing himself on Benny’s cock at the time, letting out choked, desperate little whimpers as he fucked himself down. Benny loved the feeling of that wet heat around his cock, sure, but he loved the sight of Dean fucking himself down like this just as much.

Dean leaned forwards as he tilted his head back. “Bite me, Benny, Benny, please, bite me, please, please-” Dean was begging in desperate mewls, and Benny stared, his eyes wide as he watched the movement of Dean’s neck, and fuck, he could hear the blood pounding in the boy’s neck, in his ears, and Benny choked out a sound.

"Fuck, Dean, no, I can’t-"

"You can, Benny, please-” And Benny was hungry, God he was so hungry, and he let himself break his streak. He pulled Dean close and bit into his neck, felt the hot, sweet taste of blood flow into his mouth, and Benny drank, he drank and he drank, and never had blood tasted so good to him, never as good as this.

He forced himself to pull back, blood clinging to his lips and dripping down his chin, and Dean swayed on Benny’s cock, and Benny could tell even with the rush in his ears that the boy was dizzy, his eyes unfocused and his head drooping.

Benny caught him, and he now noticed the wet on his own stomach, realized Dean had come while Benny was drinking. “Sweet boy, sweet pretty boy, that’s it, that’s it, brother, come back to me now, come down.”

Dean let out a soft giggle, and Benny lifted him from his cock and set him down on the side of the bed, running for a thick plaster and setting it on Dean’s neck, hushing him quietly. He let Dean drink from a glass of water, and Dean drank greedily, though perhaps not as greedily as Benny had a moment before.

"Benny, I feel- feel-"



"It’s okay, kiddo, rest a little, eh?" Benny wanted more. Wanted to drink further, take more, but it would kill Dean, or at least bring him close to it, and Benny was far too unwilling to risk it.

Dean drooped forwards, and he clung tightly to Benny’s chest. Benny kept in mind his soft breathing, his pretty lips, his closed eyes and gorgeous eyelashes, and tried to ignore the sound of Dean’s pounding blood - weaker than before, but not too much so.

prompt, team crowley/sam, patience (deanbenny)

Date: 2013-10-29 12:24 am (UTC)
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Dean has never been a patient man. And after Benny is gone, it's just killing him that he doesn't know what to do to get him back, and it feels like he's just waiting for something to happen. He hates waiting. Guilt and regret are slowly eating him from the inside out when miraculously, Benny shows up at Dean's door and he breathes a sigh of relief that he doesn't have to wait anymore.

PROMPT: Team Castiel/Dean/Samandriel, Greed

Date: 2013-10-29 08:54 pm (UTC)
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Michael and Meg warring over their feelings for each other and their respective stations in Heaven or Hell. They speak about false futures where they conquer all and rule side by side. I'm looking for kind of pillow talk where they plan about how grand life could be if they just took what they wanted.
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Dean/Meg/Cas I just want Dean and Castiel to fight about who is a better lover and Meg to get caught in the middle of it.

FILL: Team Dean/Michael, Pride (NSFW prompt)

Date: 2013-11-03 12:52 am (UTC)
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Nothing about their relationship is normal, a human, a demon and an angel in a polygamous relationship. But it's the strangeness of the whole arrangement that thrills Meg the most. One day she gets to share the bed with one of the most dangerous humans that has walked the Earth, the same man who has send many of her kind to a second grave. The next night she gets to do with no other demon, except maybe Lilith, has ever done, she gets to have a willing angel all for herself.

And some nights when she's feeling lucky, she gets to have both.

Meg has never had a problem with how things are. Neither of her lovers has either. Until one night while the three of them are sitting comfortably in the living room, Dean brings out his kissing skills.

There is no doubt from the hunter's tone that Dean is joking. But Meg knows that something is about to happen by the way the room suddenly seems to get colder. She doesn't need to turn her head to know that Castiel's lips are pressed in a thin line now and his eyes are looking intensely ahead, but not really seen the moving pictures in their TV.

Castiel could be...a little shy. Not in bed, he’s far from shy there when he gets going. But he is mistrustful about his abilities. Out of the three of them he has the least experience, even though he's the oldest.

Meg enjoys her time with Castiel. She enjoys teaching him knew things and letting him practice for hours until he's an expert in each and every one of them.

Castiel watches Dean, has been doing it for longer than they'd been together. He knows about Dean's way with the ladies and Dean’s experience makes him slightly jealous, if not insecure about what he can do.

She reaches forward and brushes her hand against the angel's and feels Castiel relax. "Meg says I'm the best she has." Dean suddenly breaks the silence again. Meg almost smacks herself and then Dean. She turns her head towards the hunter but before she can't say anything, Castiel is spinning her around and locking their lips together.

Meg reaches for Castiel and tries to respond. But just as she was suddenly grabbed by Castiel, someone else was wrapping their arms around her waist and pulling her back.

She tries to curse or free herself and add a comment about how she isn’t a puppet to be passed around. But Dean’s lips pressing wet kisses against her neck make whatever fight she had in her slip away.

Castiel isn’t giving up that easy. He crawls forward to claim Meg’s lips again. She ignores the glare he is currently throwing over her shoulder and focuses on kissing Castiel back and the feeling of soft lips against her skin.

When she finally manages to break free moments later, she turned her head at the two men still glaring at one another in the couch and smirks. “Lucifer.” Both turn to look at her in surprise. “He was the best kisser I’ve had.” She smirks before walking towards their shared room. Her smile widening when she heard rushed steps follow.
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