comment_fic 296-300: Supernatural, Animorphs, Dark Angel
Title: new ways to scream
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: Alistair's pov; spoilers for season 5
Pairings: implied Alistair/Dean
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 315
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean/Alistair, hurt is comfort
When demons die, they don't go to Hell. Hell is for humans and fallen angels, and Alistair had studied, once upon a time. Back at his beginning, just after the Garden, when his mother and father had dozens of children. He was one of a multitude, then. Still is, in fact.
Cain and Abel are the brothers that history remembers. And even Alistair has forgotten his human name.
The point is, demons don't go to Hell when they die.
Alistair looks around the room, lit by fire, and examines the others with him. All of these demons were killed by Winchesters. Azazel is plotting in the corner with Ruby and Lilith, trying to find a way out. Their plan succeeded, after all. Lucifer is walking the world again.
Too bad none of them are there to bask in his glow. Alistair smirks, thinking of his boy. His greatest pupil, his best and brightest, his masterpiece.
Demons don't go to Hell when they die. And neither will Dean. But he won't rest forever in Heaven, either. There are laws, set in place long ago, back when Yahweh fashioned this reality, this planet.
Death will reap Dean one day. And Death will deposit Dean in Alistair's hands, and Alistair will hurt the boy until he remembers nothing beyond Alistair's touch.
Dean gripped Alistair's razor tight and taught souls new ways to scream. He won't go to Heaven when he dies for good. He'll come here, to this cavern somewhen else, created by Yahweh for those that even Hell couldn't contain.
Alistair wonders when Lucifer will show up, but he has patience. Death owes him; owning Dean again will settle that debt.
And then he'll have Dean forever, his perfect pet, his pretty little triumph. Let the others plan and plot. Alistair has his own game, and the only other player he needs or wants will be here soon enough.
Title: sing in the glories of the sky
Fandom: Animorphs
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: sometime mid in the series
Pairings: canon
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 95
Point of view: third
Prompt: author's choice, moments like this are what we're fighting for
Tobias is coasting on a current high above them, Jake and Cassie are curled up together almost asleep, Marco is explaining a joke to Ax while Ax hurries his way through a bag of popcorn, and Rachel is watching Tobias.
She quickly glances over at her friends, then around at the field, part of Cassie's family's property. They're safe here, as safe as they are anywhere. Safer than a lot of places.
Tobias lets out a screech; it's echoed in her head as he calls, C'mon!
She morphs and takes to the sky.
Title: healing
Fandom: Dark Angel
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: post-"Freak Nation"
Pairings: pre-Logan/Alec, Logan/Max, Alec/Max
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 220
Point of view: third
Prompt: Logan/Alec, pizza and beer
Sometimes, for no reason Logan can discern and probably wouldn't understand if he did, Alec shows up with pizza. It's not the pizza Logan can remember from before the Pulse, and Logan's pretty sure Alec's got a bolthole somewhere in Seattle that he goes to before showing up, because the pizza is definitely homemade.
They don't really talk while they eat. There's nothing to talk about but Max and Terminal City and how messed up everything is. They're not friends, and Logan has no idea why Alec runs to him.
He's pretty sure Alec is half in love with Max. Logan knows that Max doesn't have time for him anymore, that even though he loves her, it will never work out in the long run.
Maybe that's why Alec comes to him.
"You know," Alec says tonight, dropping his slice of pizza onto his plate and fixing Logan with a hard look. "You are a goddamned moron."
"I'm sorry?" Logan asks, staring back, at a loss.
Alec scoffs. Logan blinks and Alec is crouched at his side, one hand on Logan's thigh, the other stretched up to lightly brush Logan's cheek.
"Oh," Logan murmurs, meeting Alec's gaze. "I…"
"Let me help you to bed," Alec says.
Maybe Alec's not in love with Max, and maybe… maybe it's time Logan himself moved on.
Title: reach then, and freely taste
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Milton
Warnings: spoilers for season 5; AU
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 190
Point of view: third
Prompt: Gabriel + Castiel, Gabriel joins Team Free Will and Castiel thanks him
They will still most likely fail. Their numbers are saddeningly few, with only a crippled old man, a borderline drunk, a recovering demon-blood addict, and an angel whose divine grace fades by the day among them.
Castiel has faith, though. He must. He has turned his belief from God, missing without desire to be found, to the Winchesters. They are a force to be reckoned with. And they are good men. More will come, when they sound the call.
And Gabriel is smirking at him, Hershey bar in hand. Gabriel had been one of the strongest angels, God's Messenger. Gabriel had seen God's face. Gabriel had spoken to God.
"Hey, lil'brother," Gabriel says. "What's shakin'?"
Castiel meets his eyes. "Thank you for coming to aid us."
Gabriel smiles, and it is a gentle smile, tired and worn, warm as a sunlit breeze. "I've become fond of this world, and the life that inhabits it," he says, shrugging. His gaze tracks the brothers as they walk in, and his smile shifts to a smirk.
Yes, Castiel thinks, they will still most likely fail. But they might also succeed, and he has faith.
Title: wakeup call
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: the Winchester brothers aren't mine, nor is their sweet ride
Warnings: takes place in season 2
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 340
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean & Sam, the Impala gets carjacked at gunpoint
"Are you fucking kidding me?" the driver demands, glaring at Zeke over the barrel of Dan's gun.
"No!" Zeke barks back, trying to channel Dad during one his tirades. "I'm taking this car, and I don't need you alive to do it."
The passenger makes a noise that could be a cough. "Well," he says calmly. "I guess that means we should slowly get out, keeping our hands in your sight, yeah?"
"Yeah," Zeke says, nodding. "Nice and easy. I will shoot you."
He should have waited for Dan, but this car pulled up, and she's such a gorgeous beast… he has to have her. He'll die if he doesn't.
The driver narrows his eyes, gaze flicking over Zeke before he smirks. "You ever shot a gun pointed at someone before, kid?"
Zeke's hands tighten on the gun. "I'm not a kid!"
"Dean," the passenger says.
"Don't worry, Sammy," the driver replies without taking his gaze from Zeke's eyes. "I won't kill him."
Zeke swallows, pretty sure he's out of depth, and when the driver-Dean-pulls a gun from somewhere and points it between Zeke's eyes, he's sure beyond all doubt that he should have waited for Dan, because Dan has a sixth sense for these things.
He waits. Dean smirks again and says, "Put the safety on and holster your piece. Now."
The passenger, Sammy, slides out of the car-and wow, he's fucking huge-and stalks around her, snapping handcuffs onto Zeke after he follows Dean's orders. "I suggest," he says coldly, a thread of danger snaking through the words, "that you find a new way to spend your time. Dean doesn't kill kids, but if he'd been someone else…"
Zeke swallows again.
They leave him there, without his gun or Granddad's knife, and when Dan shows up half an hour later, he firmly smacks Zeke upside the head.
Zeke catches the news a few weeks later, about a pair of bankrobbers who kicked the ass of an entire SWAT team. He never tries to carjack anyone again.