I did a meme! O.o
Because morganoconner needs cheering up and my f-list almost never gets updates… and I’m curious to see what anyone might think of these little teasers:
1) Peter couldn’t hide the urgency in his voice, heard the fear cracking through as he willed Neal to understand before it was too late. “Neal, you’re the ransom.”
A crackle, sharper than static. A truncated cry of pain. The clatter of the cell phone as it hit the ground, and the sickening thud of dead weight hitting pavement shortly following. “Neal? Neal?” Panic roared to life in his gut, clawing its way up through his chest and into his throat, fighting to become a ragged scream. “Neal!?”
Nothing. Empty air. And then a sickening crunch-shriek as a boot was slammed down onto Neal’s Blackberry and the line went dead.
2) Something in Peter’s mind seemed to snap. Something deep, that knew if he let Neal go now, he would never see his beautiful, impossible, adorable artist again. Neal belonged to him, and he belonged to Neal, and Peter wouldn’t let Fowler or anyone else take Neal away from him. Yanking Fowler upright, Peter just barely got a grip on his rage. “Neal’s gonna disappear; I need to know where he is.” His left hand took hold of Fowler’s jacket and Peter shook him, hard, desperation cracking through his voice. “Tell me where he is!”
3) “Pathetic, self-hating, faithless jade.” She was on his chest, hands clamping on his throat with inhuman strength, eyes a cruel gleam of hatred. “You belonged in the Pit… with us… you think you can kill me? You’ve never served Heaven, except as a fallen seraph’s slut. And now you can’t do anything but watch the world burn.”
How his fingers closed on it, Dean would never know later. He only knew the surge of old magick in his hands, lighting through his limbs as he drove the stake through the solar plexus, angled up to pierce the heart. “Don’t be so sure, Whore.”
4) “Where are they?” Adam asked, feeling some of the panic recede a little. Dean was looking at him with concern, not hostility; the angels had told him that Dean put family above everything… even the world. “They were supposed to be waiting for me.”
“Me and Sam got angels on our side, too, and they got to you first.” Dean slowly removed his hands from Adam’s shoulders, measuring his brother’s temperament. There was little doubt that he’d been told a somewhat slanted version of events; how much had been glossed over or lied about, Dean couldn’t be sure. He needed to tread carefully here if he was going to keep this brother safe. “You up for a beer? Maybe some food? Getting’ resurrected always makes me hungry.”
5) “Pay close attention, Deano,” Gabriel growled, low and predatory, “ ‘cause I ain’t saying this again. I did what I did for Sam, not you. If it were up to me, I’d have left you dead after Mystery Spot; we’d all have been better off if I had, but Sam asked and I couldn’t say no. But I’m not spending from now until Armageddon putting up with your attitude just because I have to clean up after my mistake. You’re not Michael.”
“Gabriel.” Castiel stepped in, placing a hand on the wrist Dean still pulled on. Warning carried under the calmness of his voice.
For a long moment, Gabriel just glared into Dean’s wide blue-green eyes. His grip on Dean’s throat relaxed just enough to let Dean breathe. “You’re not my brother,” Gabriel repeated, an ache in his voice that he couldn’t quite hide. “You’re the dress he wants to wear to the prom.”
6) “You’re Dean Winchester,” he said slowly. “You’ve been actively hunting since you were sixteen and before that you raised your brother, Sam. Your father became a hunter when your mother was killed by the fallen angel, Azazel, who manifested as a yellow-eyed demon when he possessed a vessel. You probably love your brother more than anything else you’ve ever known in your whole life; so much that you were willing to go to Hell and risk becoming a demon to bring him back when he died in Cold Oak from being stabbed in the back by one of Azazel’s other psychic kids.”
If possible, Dean’s brow furrowed even more. “Yeah… thanks for the recap. Sammy, what the-?”
“My name is Jared Padalecki.” He could hear the shake in his own voice now, not sure how it had happened but very sure what ‘it’ was. “I’m not your brother… and I am very, very screwed.”
7) Gabriel’s face darkened. “Look: we can argue about it all night, but not here. Everything under Heaven felt the power surge I just let loose, and you two are bright as lighthouses. The Mother of all Demons owns your contract, Dean, and she’ll be here any minute, hellhounds at her command and ready to rip you apart.”
“The years not up!” Sam protested.
“She won’t care!” Gabriel shot back. “All that’s gonna matter to her is I’m either help for you or competition for her, and I cannot get into a bitchfight with her here! You want answers? You want to live? You come with me, now.”
Anyone care to guess what fics they’re from? ::hopeful smile::
1) Peter couldn’t hide the urgency in his voice, heard the fear cracking through as he willed Neal to understand before it was too late. “Neal, you’re the ransom.”
A crackle, sharper than static. A truncated cry of pain. The clatter of the cell phone as it hit the ground, and the sickening thud of dead weight hitting pavement shortly following. “Neal? Neal?” Panic roared to life in his gut, clawing its way up through his chest and into his throat, fighting to become a ragged scream. “Neal!?”
Nothing. Empty air. And then a sickening crunch-shriek as a boot was slammed down onto Neal’s Blackberry and the line went dead.
2) Something in Peter’s mind seemed to snap. Something deep, that knew if he let Neal go now, he would never see his beautiful, impossible, adorable artist again. Neal belonged to him, and he belonged to Neal, and Peter wouldn’t let Fowler or anyone else take Neal away from him. Yanking Fowler upright, Peter just barely got a grip on his rage. “Neal’s gonna disappear; I need to know where he is.” His left hand took hold of Fowler’s jacket and Peter shook him, hard, desperation cracking through his voice. “Tell me where he is!”
3) “Pathetic, self-hating, faithless jade.” She was on his chest, hands clamping on his throat with inhuman strength, eyes a cruel gleam of hatred. “You belonged in the Pit… with us… you think you can kill me? You’ve never served Heaven, except as a fallen seraph’s slut. And now you can’t do anything but watch the world burn.”
How his fingers closed on it, Dean would never know later. He only knew the surge of old magick in his hands, lighting through his limbs as he drove the stake through the solar plexus, angled up to pierce the heart. “Don’t be so sure, Whore.”
4) “Where are they?” Adam asked, feeling some of the panic recede a little. Dean was looking at him with concern, not hostility; the angels had told him that Dean put family above everything… even the world. “They were supposed to be waiting for me.”
“Me and Sam got angels on our side, too, and they got to you first.” Dean slowly removed his hands from Adam’s shoulders, measuring his brother’s temperament. There was little doubt that he’d been told a somewhat slanted version of events; how much had been glossed over or lied about, Dean couldn’t be sure. He needed to tread carefully here if he was going to keep this brother safe. “You up for a beer? Maybe some food? Getting’ resurrected always makes me hungry.”
5) “Pay close attention, Deano,” Gabriel growled, low and predatory, “ ‘cause I ain’t saying this again. I did what I did for Sam, not you. If it were up to me, I’d have left you dead after Mystery Spot; we’d all have been better off if I had, but Sam asked and I couldn’t say no. But I’m not spending from now until Armageddon putting up with your attitude just because I have to clean up after my mistake. You’re not Michael.”
“Gabriel.” Castiel stepped in, placing a hand on the wrist Dean still pulled on. Warning carried under the calmness of his voice.
For a long moment, Gabriel just glared into Dean’s wide blue-green eyes. His grip on Dean’s throat relaxed just enough to let Dean breathe. “You’re not my brother,” Gabriel repeated, an ache in his voice that he couldn’t quite hide. “You’re the dress he wants to wear to the prom.”
6) “You’re Dean Winchester,” he said slowly. “You’ve been actively hunting since you were sixteen and before that you raised your brother, Sam. Your father became a hunter when your mother was killed by the fallen angel, Azazel, who manifested as a yellow-eyed demon when he possessed a vessel. You probably love your brother more than anything else you’ve ever known in your whole life; so much that you were willing to go to Hell and risk becoming a demon to bring him back when he died in Cold Oak from being stabbed in the back by one of Azazel’s other psychic kids.”
If possible, Dean’s brow furrowed even more. “Yeah… thanks for the recap. Sammy, what the-?”
“My name is Jared Padalecki.” He could hear the shake in his own voice now, not sure how it had happened but very sure what ‘it’ was. “I’m not your brother… and I am very, very screwed.”
7) Gabriel’s face darkened. “Look: we can argue about it all night, but not here. Everything under Heaven felt the power surge I just let loose, and you two are bright as lighthouses. The Mother of all Demons owns your contract, Dean, and she’ll be here any minute, hellhounds at her command and ready to rip you apart.”
“The years not up!” Sam protested.
“She won’t care!” Gabriel shot back. “All that’s gonna matter to her is I’m either help for you or competition for her, and I cannot get into a bitchfight with her here! You want answers? You want to live? You come with me, now.”
Anyone care to guess what fics they’re from? ::hopeful smile::