I said I would, and now I am. It's my birthday and I'm having a commentfic meme just for me! roque-clasique started it and it was fun then so hopefully it'll be fun now. Only a few notes
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Merlin rescues Arthur from something big (like a castle fire!!!!) and uses up too much magic so he exhausts himself, and then Arthur has to save him. Because that's how they do.
I love this prompt, and would love to have a go at it. It's been so long since I've written Merlin!fic, though, I might have to watch an episode or two to get the voices back (the hardship of it all ;)). So: a day or two, maybe?
Raised From the Depths, 2/2authoressnebulaJune 28 2010, 14:43:36 UTC
He inhaled and immediately remembered that his grace would not keep him safe from the physical boundaries of Earth. Water slid into his nose and throat, and he tried to cough it back up, but only succeeded in pulling more water in. He couldn't breathe. The water around him was no longer calm, as it had appeared when they'd first arrived at the docks. It was a prison and it was-
It was killing him. Castiel was dying, and the pain, the terror, that accompanied that thought was enough to make him begin to kick and flail. "Father," he called desperately, but the sound traveled barely to his own ears, and more water was pulled in. He was sinking still, and the blackness surrounding him was swallowing him now. Desperately, with the last of his strength, he raised his hands towards where he'd fallen from
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Team Free Will goes hiking to find some sort of artifact or something lost in the woods. Sam and Dean hate camping, as we all know, but Castiel seems to like the trees or the rocks or something. It's weird. Castiel is weird. Nice, though.
Boys Gone Wild 1/3lexhibitionJune 28 2010, 15:03:05 UTC
This probably isn't quiiiite to your specifications (because I suck like that) but I hope you enjoy it anyway! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Here's to awesomeness and fic and all the gloriousness in the world just for you!
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Dean hates hiking. Hates it. Their cell phones don’t work out here, there's too much fresh air, too much quiet. And when you've finished the damn hunt and the tailypo's dead then there's nothing to track and you realize that everything looks exactly the same. All the trees are the same. All the rocks are the same.
"We're lost," Sam points out as they trudge along a track that has looked exactly the same for the past hour they've been on it.
"We are not lost," Dean growls.
They're lost. But that's not Dean's fault because everything looks the same.
And their angel is no help whatsoever. Okay, so he's mostly human these days, but Dean was kind of hoping he'd still have extra senses. A nose like a bloodhound. Something useful. Instead Cas keeps stopping to peer at leaves and rocks that are exactly the same as the
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Re: Boys Gone Wild 2/3lexhibitionJune 28 2010, 15:03:57 UTC
They reach a clearing, and Cas stops, so sudden Sam almost crashes into the back of him. "We should stop for the night," he says.
The light is beginning to fade. And while it’s kind of a relief that the woods finally looks different, Dean’s stomach sinks faster than the sun when he thinks about having to stay out here in the dark, with nothing to eat. They’ve got water with them, but that’s about it.
He shoots Cas a look which, he hopes, expresses his pure horror at the idea of camping out like this. "No, come on, we can keep walking."
"You need to rest."
"I'm fine!” Dean shouts, too loud in the quiet of the wilderness. "I'll be even more fine when I get a hot meal."
"Dean." And then his traitorous brother elbows him him the side! But before Dean can express his outrage, Sam hisses, "I think maybe we all need to rest,” and gives him a pointed look
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Re: Boys Gone Wild 3/3lexhibitionJune 28 2010, 15:04:40 UTC
They don't manage to get a fire started, but luckily it's a warm night. And Dean can't believe anything about this situation is 'lucky' because he's lost in the woods with no food and by tomorrow morning he's very likely to be nothing but bleached bones out here in the middle of Bumfuck Nowhere. They make themselves as comfortable as they can - ha! - on the ground, and try to get a few hours sleep.
"It's too quiet," Dean complains after a good five minutes of hideous silence.
"Can't you hear the trees?" Cas replies, quietly.
A moment of silence and, "You speak tree?" Sam asks.
"No," Cas says. Dean turns his head slightly, to look and Cas' face in drenched in silver moonlight. His eyes are closed. He's not quite smiling - Cas doesn't really do smiles - but Dean's learned to read his face and that is one happy angel. "The wind. In the leaves. It's nice
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I love this prompt, and would love to have a go at it. It's been so long since I've written Merlin!fic, though, I might have to watch an episode or two to get the voices back (the hardship of it all ;)). So: a day or two, maybe?
No dibs, tho'--if anyone else want it--
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It was killing him. Castiel was dying, and the pain, the terror, that accompanied that thought was enough to make him begin to kick and flail. "Father," he called desperately, but the sound traveled barely to his own ears, and more water was pulled in. He was sinking still, and the blackness surrounding him was swallowing him now. Desperately, with the last of his strength, he raised his hands towards where he'd fallen from ( ... )
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Thank you so much! :D
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Dean hates hiking. Hates it. Their cell phones don’t work out here, there's too much fresh air, too much quiet. And when you've finished the damn hunt and the tailypo's dead then there's nothing to track and you realize that everything looks exactly the same. All the trees are the same. All the rocks are the same.
"We're lost," Sam points out as they trudge along a track that has looked exactly the same for the past hour they've been on it.
"We are not lost," Dean growls.
They're lost. But that's not Dean's fault because everything looks the same.
And their angel is no help whatsoever. Okay, so he's mostly human these days, but Dean was kind of hoping he'd still have extra senses. A nose like a bloodhound. Something useful. Instead Cas keeps stopping to peer at leaves and rocks that are exactly the same as the ( ... )
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The light is beginning to fade. And while it’s kind of a relief that the woods finally looks different, Dean’s stomach sinks faster than the sun when he thinks about having to stay out here in the dark, with nothing to eat. They’ve got water with them, but that’s about it.
He shoots Cas a look which, he hopes, expresses his pure horror at the idea of camping out like this. "No, come on, we can keep walking."
"You need to rest."
"I'm fine!” Dean shouts, too loud in the quiet of the wilderness. "I'll be even more fine when I get a hot meal."
"Dean." And then his traitorous brother elbows him him the side! But before Dean can express his outrage, Sam hisses, "I think maybe we all need to rest,” and gives him a pointed look ( ... )
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They don't manage to get a fire started, but luckily it's a warm night. And Dean can't believe anything about this situation is 'lucky' because he's lost in the woods with no food and by tomorrow morning he's very likely to be nothing but bleached bones out here in the middle of Bumfuck Nowhere. They make themselves as comfortable as they can - ha! - on the ground, and try to get a few hours sleep.
"It's too quiet," Dean complains after a good five minutes of hideous silence.
"Can't you hear the trees?" Cas replies, quietly.
A moment of silence and, "You speak tree?" Sam asks.
"No," Cas says. Dean turns his head slightly, to look and Cas' face in drenched in silver moonlight. His eyes are closed. He's not quite smiling - Cas doesn't really do smiles - but Dean's learned to read his face and that is one happy angel. "The wind. In the leaves. It's nice ( ... )
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