Meme - Supernatural Not!Fic
These are the Supernatural Prompts I got for the Situations Meme on Tumblr, archived here for ease of access.
Bobby Singer/Crowley, Supernatural
Fake Dating:
There’s this widow who lives in the town closest to Bobby’s ranch who always seems to be waiting for him to need to do a grocery run. She keeps flirting with him whenever he comes into town, and Bobby would be flattered but frankly she scares the shit out of him. So one time when Crowley stops by for a little chat, Bobby drags him grocery shopping with him. They spend the whole time fighting - Crowley has opinions about food, Bobby thinks Crowley is being prissy - and the next time he goes into town, the widow is absolutely nowhere to be seen.
Bodyswap:
Well, Bobby reflects, watching his body’s eyes go black, there are definitely worse things out there. He can’t think of that many, of course, but on the plus side he can walk now (and maybe Crowley will fix that while he's in there, because he hates being inconvenienced).
Fuck or Die:
“Really?” Bobby demands. “There’s such a thing as a demon heat cycle?”
"Now darling," Crowley says reproachfully. "You know I lie to you all the time, but never about this. We try not to talk about it."
"I can see why," Bobby grumbles. "Damn embarrassing for you all. All right, fine. You’re giving me my soul back for this."
Dark!fic -
Crowley told him that if he pleased him well enough, he could have his soul back. Crowley lied.
Secret Kinks:
Crowley is surprisingly vanilla in bed. Bobby says that being gay is kinky enough for him, thank you very much.
Their First Kiss:
Was when Bobby made his deal. Duh. Crowley wore lipstick especially for the occasion and got it all over Bobby’s face.
Moving in Together:
Bobby told Crowley flatly that “I ain’t moving,” so Crowley moved his base of operations to Bobby’s ranch. Bobby gave him three rooms and told him to leave the rest of the place alone (and then put salt on the thresholds just to be sure).
A Crossover of My Choice:
“Who the hell is this?”
"Hell is probably not the word you’re looking for, darling."
"This is another goddamn angel? I’ve had more than enough of them."
"Well, yes, but he’s an old friend. Robert, Aziraphale. Aziraphale, Robert."
“What’s he doing?”
"Having a psychic vision, shhh."
"No he’s not, he’s not psychic."
"Are you sure?"
"I’m an angel, of course I’m sure. He is good, though. Tricky. I like it. He and that partner of his have a good thing going."
An AU of My Choice:
“Your asset is being a pain in my ass again,” Nick Fury informed Agent Singer.
"Yours and everyone else’s, sir," Agent Singer agreed, bracing himself to hear what Crowley had done this time.
Bobby Singer/Ellen Harvelle, Supernatural
Fake Dating:
It just makes sense, is all. Bobby’s got a reputation for not being someone you want to mess with, and while no one in their right mind would mess with Ellen, a good number of the hunters who frequent the Roadhouse are not, actually, in their right minds. Jo actually starts the rumor, because she thought it would be hilarious, and when Ellen noticed how it was keeping the idiots from trying anything she just didn’t deny it. Bobby grumbled a little bit about it but didn’t really mean it, so they ignored him.
Bodyswap:
This is just bizarre, Ellen thinks when she wakes up in Bobby’s bed and Bobby’s body. A cellphone is buzzing on the bedside table, which must be what woke her up, so she looks at the display and sees 'Roadhouse Calling.'
"Goddammit, Ellen, what’d you do," comes her own voice through the phone, and she scowls.
"What makes you think I did something, you curmudgeonly old fart?" she demands, and Bobby laughs at her.
Sex Pollen:
Bobby’d stumbled into the patch of odd-colored flowers on a hunt and hadn’t realized what they were. By the time he got back to the Roadhouse, he was a panting, disheveled mess. Ellen took one look at him and sighed.
"Jo! Come down here, I need you to watch the bar. Some damn fool hunter’s got himself into a fix again."
Dark!Fic:
Bobby was there on the hunt when her husband died (just like David and Bathsheba, he sent William ahead to die by the monster’s hand). Ellen knows this (she loves him but she will kill him one day for causing William’s death).
Secret Kinks:
Ellen has a strap-on and Bobby emphatically does not wonder where (or why) she got it. He’s afraid she’d tell him.
First Kiss:
They both tend to get really drunk on their anniversaries, and it’s become a tradition to do this at the Roadhouse to keep each other company. And this one time Ellen was complaining that she missed her husband, yeah, but she also missed having someone to make out with whenever she wanted. So Bobby, in a fit of drunken logic, said “You can make out with me,” and she took him up on it.
Moving in Together:
They don’t really. Bobby doesn’t want to leave his ranch and Ellen refuses to leave the Roadhouse so they have a long distance relationship where one or the other will drive up and visit every couple of months or so. It works for them.
Crossover of My Choice:
“Why is the FBI interested in your bar?”
"Someone found a skeleton in the closet."
"What, an actual skeleton? Why’d they call the cops?"
"Wasn’t a real hunter. Freaked out pretty bad. They’ve got this whole team of scientists here looking at it, not to mention the FBI agent who’s supposed to be questioning me."
"What do you want me to do about it?"
"Get down here and provide moral support!"
An AU of My Choice:
"Harvelle, this is your new partner, Singer. You two will get along."
"Yes, Chief," Ellen sighs, eyeing her new partner. He is scowling right back at her, and she sighs. "Detective Ellen Harvelle. You can call me Ellen or Harvelle, but if I hear Mrs. or Ms. out of your mouth at all you'll come back to the station minus your balls."
To her surprise, he grins at her. "Detective Robert Singer. Call me Bobby or Singer. I think we'll get along just fine."
Sam Winchester/Gabriel, Supernatural
Fake Dating:
It’s Gabe’s idea, actually, because Dean and Cas are being dense and longing and tragic at each other and he thinks all they need is a push. Sam goes along with it because really, Dean and Cas have been super obnoxious recently and it this’ll get their heads out of their asses he’s totally down for it.
Bodyswap:
Dean is making hilariously constipated faces as Gabriel pops Sam’s body in and out of existence, wearing new and more ludicrous outfits each time. Sam, from where he’s currently wearing Gabriel’s vessel, just sighs and goes back to researching “Angel Bodyswap.” There is a lot of porn out there.
Aliens Made Them Do It:
“You’re an archangel,” Sam hissed at Gabriel as he got undressed. Gabriel blinked at him and looked as innocent as he could, already naked and stretched out on the bed.
"Your point?"
"Can’t you just, I don’t know, snap them away? I mean really, aliens??" Sam was waving his hands around now, getting agitated. Gabriel shrugged and snapped Sam out of the rest of his clothes.
"We’re not really supposed to go around killing people anymore," he said, matter-of-factly. Sam gave him his best bitchface and he sighed. "I really want to have sex with you. I’ll snap them away if you don’t want it, but please?" Sam’s glare turned half-hearted as he looked around the room, which was private - no Dean or Cas bursting in every few seconds - but he eventually nodded and bent down to kiss Gabe.
Dark!Fic:
Gabriel saw him and wanted him, so he took him. Sam doesn’t even remember that he had a brother (Dean went crazy looking for him. They punished him for what he did in his insanity).
Secret Kinks:
Gabriel likes to cover Sam in chocolate and lick it off. Sam is not really surprised, like, at all.
First Kiss:
Sam kissed Gabriel to shut him up. Gabriel actually tried to keep talking for a few seconds before he got with the program.
Moving in Together:
After they save the world, Gabriel tries to set Sam up in a villa on the Mediterranean, where he can lounge around and do nothing all day. Sam lasts two days before he gets bored and makes Gabriel take him back to the U.S. so he can go to law school and finish getting his degree. Gabriel is horrified at Sam’s defective sin of sloth but ends up really liking the house Sam picks out. He just wishes it wasn’t down the road from Cas and Dean.
Crossover of My Choice:
“What’s he doing?”
"Having a psychic vision, shhh."
"No he’s not, he’s not psychic."
"Are you sure?"
"I’m an angel, of course I’m sure. He is good, though. Tricky. I like it. He and that partner of his have a good thing going."
An AU of My Choice:
“It is too late,” Lucifer said. “I cannot go back. That part of me I murdered, willingly. I cannot find the way into the heart of the light. And they would not have me if I could.”
Sam wiped the tears from his face. “What should we do?” he asked Dean, who shook his head.
"You got me. The coordinates for Timeheart are unlisted…"
"I wish Gabe were here, we could have asked him," Sam said, looking sadly at the splash of feathers on the planet’s surface that were all that were left of him. There was a brief silence.
"Oh," said a voice, "I’m not that easy to get rid of.”***
***Most of this section is quoted directly from Diane Duane’s High Wizardry. If you haven’t read her Young Wizards series, I highly recommend them, to everyone, as they are some of the best books I have ever read. Also, this section makes so much more sense if you’ve actually read those books.
Bobby Singer/Crowley, Supernatural
Fake Dating:
There’s this widow who lives in the town closest to Bobby’s ranch who always seems to be waiting for him to need to do a grocery run. She keeps flirting with him whenever he comes into town, and Bobby would be flattered but frankly she scares the shit out of him. So one time when Crowley stops by for a little chat, Bobby drags him grocery shopping with him. They spend the whole time fighting - Crowley has opinions about food, Bobby thinks Crowley is being prissy - and the next time he goes into town, the widow is absolutely nowhere to be seen.
Bodyswap:
Well, Bobby reflects, watching his body’s eyes go black, there are definitely worse things out there. He can’t think of that many, of course, but on the plus side he can walk now (and maybe Crowley will fix that while he's in there, because he hates being inconvenienced).
Fuck or Die:
“Really?” Bobby demands. “There’s such a thing as a demon heat cycle?”
"Now darling," Crowley says reproachfully. "You know I lie to you all the time, but never about this. We try not to talk about it."
"I can see why," Bobby grumbles. "Damn embarrassing for you all. All right, fine. You’re giving me my soul back for this."
Dark!fic -
Crowley told him that if he pleased him well enough, he could have his soul back. Crowley lied.
Secret Kinks:
Crowley is surprisingly vanilla in bed. Bobby says that being gay is kinky enough for him, thank you very much.
Their First Kiss:
Was when Bobby made his deal. Duh. Crowley wore lipstick especially for the occasion and got it all over Bobby’s face.
Moving in Together:
Bobby told Crowley flatly that “I ain’t moving,” so Crowley moved his base of operations to Bobby’s ranch. Bobby gave him three rooms and told him to leave the rest of the place alone (and then put salt on the thresholds just to be sure).
A Crossover of My Choice:
“Who the hell is this?”
"Hell is probably not the word you’re looking for, darling."
"This is another goddamn angel? I’ve had more than enough of them."
"Well, yes, but he’s an old friend. Robert, Aziraphale. Aziraphale, Robert."
“What’s he doing?”
"Having a psychic vision, shhh."
"No he’s not, he’s not psychic."
"Are you sure?"
"I’m an angel, of course I’m sure. He is good, though. Tricky. I like it. He and that partner of his have a good thing going."
An AU of My Choice:
“Your asset is being a pain in my ass again,” Nick Fury informed Agent Singer.
"Yours and everyone else’s, sir," Agent Singer agreed, bracing himself to hear what Crowley had done this time.
Bobby Singer/Ellen Harvelle, Supernatural
Fake Dating:
It just makes sense, is all. Bobby’s got a reputation for not being someone you want to mess with, and while no one in their right mind would mess with Ellen, a good number of the hunters who frequent the Roadhouse are not, actually, in their right minds. Jo actually starts the rumor, because she thought it would be hilarious, and when Ellen noticed how it was keeping the idiots from trying anything she just didn’t deny it. Bobby grumbled a little bit about it but didn’t really mean it, so they ignored him.
Bodyswap:
This is just bizarre, Ellen thinks when she wakes up in Bobby’s bed and Bobby’s body. A cellphone is buzzing on the bedside table, which must be what woke her up, so she looks at the display and sees 'Roadhouse Calling.'
"Goddammit, Ellen, what’d you do," comes her own voice through the phone, and she scowls.
"What makes you think I did something, you curmudgeonly old fart?" she demands, and Bobby laughs at her.
Sex Pollen:
Bobby’d stumbled into the patch of odd-colored flowers on a hunt and hadn’t realized what they were. By the time he got back to the Roadhouse, he was a panting, disheveled mess. Ellen took one look at him and sighed.
"Jo! Come down here, I need you to watch the bar. Some damn fool hunter’s got himself into a fix again."
Dark!Fic:
Bobby was there on the hunt when her husband died (just like David and Bathsheba, he sent William ahead to die by the monster’s hand). Ellen knows this (she loves him but she will kill him one day for causing William’s death).
Secret Kinks:
Ellen has a strap-on and Bobby emphatically does not wonder where (or why) she got it. He’s afraid she’d tell him.
First Kiss:
They both tend to get really drunk on their anniversaries, and it’s become a tradition to do this at the Roadhouse to keep each other company. And this one time Ellen was complaining that she missed her husband, yeah, but she also missed having someone to make out with whenever she wanted. So Bobby, in a fit of drunken logic, said “You can make out with me,” and she took him up on it.
Moving in Together:
They don’t really. Bobby doesn’t want to leave his ranch and Ellen refuses to leave the Roadhouse so they have a long distance relationship where one or the other will drive up and visit every couple of months or so. It works for them.
Crossover of My Choice:
“Why is the FBI interested in your bar?”
"Someone found a skeleton in the closet."
"What, an actual skeleton? Why’d they call the cops?"
"Wasn’t a real hunter. Freaked out pretty bad. They’ve got this whole team of scientists here looking at it, not to mention the FBI agent who’s supposed to be questioning me."
"What do you want me to do about it?"
"Get down here and provide moral support!"
An AU of My Choice:
"Harvelle, this is your new partner, Singer. You two will get along."
"Yes, Chief," Ellen sighs, eyeing her new partner. He is scowling right back at her, and she sighs. "Detective Ellen Harvelle. You can call me Ellen or Harvelle, but if I hear Mrs. or Ms. out of your mouth at all you'll come back to the station minus your balls."
To her surprise, he grins at her. "Detective Robert Singer. Call me Bobby or Singer. I think we'll get along just fine."
Sam Winchester/Gabriel, Supernatural
Fake Dating:
It’s Gabe’s idea, actually, because Dean and Cas are being dense and longing and tragic at each other and he thinks all they need is a push. Sam goes along with it because really, Dean and Cas have been super obnoxious recently and it this’ll get their heads out of their asses he’s totally down for it.
Bodyswap:
Dean is making hilariously constipated faces as Gabriel pops Sam’s body in and out of existence, wearing new and more ludicrous outfits each time. Sam, from where he’s currently wearing Gabriel’s vessel, just sighs and goes back to researching “Angel Bodyswap.” There is a lot of porn out there.
Aliens Made Them Do It:
“You’re an archangel,” Sam hissed at Gabriel as he got undressed. Gabriel blinked at him and looked as innocent as he could, already naked and stretched out on the bed.
"Your point?"
"Can’t you just, I don’t know, snap them away? I mean really, aliens??" Sam was waving his hands around now, getting agitated. Gabriel shrugged and snapped Sam out of the rest of his clothes.
"We’re not really supposed to go around killing people anymore," he said, matter-of-factly. Sam gave him his best bitchface and he sighed. "I really want to have sex with you. I’ll snap them away if you don’t want it, but please?" Sam’s glare turned half-hearted as he looked around the room, which was private - no Dean or Cas bursting in every few seconds - but he eventually nodded and bent down to kiss Gabe.
Dark!Fic:
Gabriel saw him and wanted him, so he took him. Sam doesn’t even remember that he had a brother (Dean went crazy looking for him. They punished him for what he did in his insanity).
Secret Kinks:
Gabriel likes to cover Sam in chocolate and lick it off. Sam is not really surprised, like, at all.
First Kiss:
Sam kissed Gabriel to shut him up. Gabriel actually tried to keep talking for a few seconds before he got with the program.
Moving in Together:
After they save the world, Gabriel tries to set Sam up in a villa on the Mediterranean, where he can lounge around and do nothing all day. Sam lasts two days before he gets bored and makes Gabriel take him back to the U.S. so he can go to law school and finish getting his degree. Gabriel is horrified at Sam’s defective sin of sloth but ends up really liking the house Sam picks out. He just wishes it wasn’t down the road from Cas and Dean.
Crossover of My Choice:
“What’s he doing?”
"Having a psychic vision, shhh."
"No he’s not, he’s not psychic."
"Are you sure?"
"I’m an angel, of course I’m sure. He is good, though. Tricky. I like it. He and that partner of his have a good thing going."
An AU of My Choice:
“It is too late,” Lucifer said. “I cannot go back. That part of me I murdered, willingly. I cannot find the way into the heart of the light. And they would not have me if I could.”
Sam wiped the tears from his face. “What should we do?” he asked Dean, who shook his head.
"You got me. The coordinates for Timeheart are unlisted…"
"I wish Gabe were here, we could have asked him," Sam said, looking sadly at the splash of feathers on the planet’s surface that were all that were left of him. There was a brief silence.
"Oh," said a voice, "I’m not that easy to get rid of.”***
***Most of this section is quoted directly from Diane Duane’s High Wizardry. If you haven’t read her Young Wizards series, I highly recommend them, to everyone, as they are some of the best books I have ever read. Also, this section makes so much more sense if you’ve actually read those books.