Supernatural oneshots master post
I am Batman
The cinema was dark and on the screen Christian Bale was kicking ass in Hong Kong because he was just that awesome and Dean Winchester, who had paid for two tickets to see this cinematic experience in a one off showing in a town he couldn't pronounce, having missed the first run when he was in Hell, was there. It was a detail that Alistair reminded him of daily by telling him just how amazing that the Dark Knight was without any embellishment, and that Hell was running day trips for demons who exceeded expectations.
Cries for the Unbirth
The walls of the cellar were splattered with blood, and there was a lock of curly brown hair stuck to a gobbet on the wall that was slowly dribbling down the door frame. An hour ago it was a six year old girl. Now it was just meat.
Dipped in Blood
Castiel looked haggard, his shoulders slumped where he stood against the open doorway, the house behind him in that dirty old man mac and his open white shirt and black suit. There was snow in his hair. Everything about him promised violence.
Love is the colour of blood
The top floor of the LA Wolfram and Hart building is given over to their CEO, who is currently running his hand slowly over the trembling spine of his pet as he shudders and weeps through the last of his orgasm.
Love is just a bloodsport
It is when summer rolls around into autumn that Dean realises that his contract with Hell has expired. That his contract is, in fact, months overdue. He doesn’t believe for an instant that Hell has just let him go, that they’ve decided that this thing he has with his Master is punishment enough.
Holiday Speshul
Even by Winchester standards, this holiday season sucked.
Anything
Sam found the cell phone in his pocket the next morning when it rang. He hurt, his back stung and he ached like he had overworked himself at his katas. He had collapsed, fully clothed in a pair of some one else’s slacks and a sweater, unto his bed and slept so deeply he thought he might be dead. Till the phone rang.
Something there is in Beauty
Dean Winchester’s hair, Castiel notices with the yearning need to touch, is over a hundred defined colours, of gold and copper and sand. Castiel has watched his hair with a strange hunger for a very long time, watching as it shifted from black to blonde to red to brown and million colours in between.
Days like this
Dean knew that there would be days like this. Days when nothing went right when even the Winchester brand of FUBAR would be considered an improvement. There had always been days like this. Days when no matter what you did it didn't work, that sometimes no matter how hard you tried there were people you couldn't save.
Untitled shaving ficlet
There's so much wrong with Cas, with this new Cas, this future!Cas that Dean doesn't know where to start. Maybe it's the clothes that make him look like he's escaped from Prisoner Cell Block H. Maybe it's the blown pupils and dopey grin. Or maybe it's the fuzz across his face and dishevelled hair. Cas always looks end of the day immaculate, worn, tired but clean and well kept. This Cas looks like he rolled off a wagon through a hedge and hasn't bothered to keep himself clean.
Held Illimitable Dominion over all
Dean arches his back, pushing his shoulders into the soft grass and soil and Castiel’s hot dry hands. He tries to catch the strange noise in his throat but it escapes anyway. Castiel grins, shark like and predatory. Dean throws one hand over his eyes as if it might help him contain what’s going through him, as the sun beats down on his skin, hot and patient and as relentless as Castiel’s gaze. He pulls up his heel, scuffing the grass and pulling a divot under his knee with his bare foot and Castiel laughs, mischievous and dark."
Waiting to hold you
The song was lovely and distant, played on an acoustic guitar by a busker in the street. Dean knew it well. He walked up to the young man, who could have been any young man in any city dressed in ratty clothes, playing folk music with his guitar, and dropped a few bills in the case. “There’s a twenty in it for you if you stop playing that song.”
Amato Discord
Dean, Castiel, a wall
Batman xover short - I am Batman redux
Prompt: Bruce Wayne owed John Winchester a favour - Dean as a super hero hunting demons in gotham
Ozar Midrashim
Dean is a superhero, so is Dick Grayson - together they have sex
WIP: Once was loved
New York was where you went when the world fell apart, Dean found, especially at Christmas.
The cinema was dark and on the screen Christian Bale was kicking ass in Hong Kong because he was just that awesome and Dean Winchester, who had paid for two tickets to see this cinematic experience in a one off showing in a town he couldn't pronounce, having missed the first run when he was in Hell, was there. It was a detail that Alistair reminded him of daily by telling him just how amazing that the Dark Knight was without any embellishment, and that Hell was running day trips for demons who exceeded expectations.
Cries for the Unbirth
The walls of the cellar were splattered with blood, and there was a lock of curly brown hair stuck to a gobbet on the wall that was slowly dribbling down the door frame. An hour ago it was a six year old girl. Now it was just meat.
Dipped in Blood
Castiel looked haggard, his shoulders slumped where he stood against the open doorway, the house behind him in that dirty old man mac and his open white shirt and black suit. There was snow in his hair. Everything about him promised violence.
Love is the colour of blood
The top floor of the LA Wolfram and Hart building is given over to their CEO, who is currently running his hand slowly over the trembling spine of his pet as he shudders and weeps through the last of his orgasm.
Love is just a bloodsport
It is when summer rolls around into autumn that Dean realises that his contract with Hell has expired. That his contract is, in fact, months overdue. He doesn’t believe for an instant that Hell has just let him go, that they’ve decided that this thing he has with his Master is punishment enough.
Holiday Speshul
Even by Winchester standards, this holiday season sucked.
Anything
Sam found the cell phone in his pocket the next morning when it rang. He hurt, his back stung and he ached like he had overworked himself at his katas. He had collapsed, fully clothed in a pair of some one else’s slacks and a sweater, unto his bed and slept so deeply he thought he might be dead. Till the phone rang.
Something there is in Beauty
Dean Winchester’s hair, Castiel notices with the yearning need to touch, is over a hundred defined colours, of gold and copper and sand. Castiel has watched his hair with a strange hunger for a very long time, watching as it shifted from black to blonde to red to brown and million colours in between.
Days like this
Dean knew that there would be days like this. Days when nothing went right when even the Winchester brand of FUBAR would be considered an improvement. There had always been days like this. Days when no matter what you did it didn't work, that sometimes no matter how hard you tried there were people you couldn't save.
Untitled shaving ficlet
There's so much wrong with Cas, with this new Cas, this future!Cas that Dean doesn't know where to start. Maybe it's the clothes that make him look like he's escaped from Prisoner Cell Block H. Maybe it's the blown pupils and dopey grin. Or maybe it's the fuzz across his face and dishevelled hair. Cas always looks end of the day immaculate, worn, tired but clean and well kept. This Cas looks like he rolled off a wagon through a hedge and hasn't bothered to keep himself clean.
Held Illimitable Dominion over all
Dean arches his back, pushing his shoulders into the soft grass and soil and Castiel’s hot dry hands. He tries to catch the strange noise in his throat but it escapes anyway. Castiel grins, shark like and predatory. Dean throws one hand over his eyes as if it might help him contain what’s going through him, as the sun beats down on his skin, hot and patient and as relentless as Castiel’s gaze. He pulls up his heel, scuffing the grass and pulling a divot under his knee with his bare foot and Castiel laughs, mischievous and dark."
Waiting to hold you
The song was lovely and distant, played on an acoustic guitar by a busker in the street. Dean knew it well. He walked up to the young man, who could have been any young man in any city dressed in ratty clothes, playing folk music with his guitar, and dropped a few bills in the case. “There’s a twenty in it for you if you stop playing that song.”
Amato Discord
Dean, Castiel, a wall
Batman xover short - I am Batman redux
Prompt: Bruce Wayne owed John Winchester a favour - Dean as a super hero hunting demons in gotham
Ozar Midrashim
Dean is a superhero, so is Dick Grayson - together they have sex
WIP: Once was loved
New York was where you went when the world fell apart, Dean found, especially at Christmas.