comment_fic 426-430: original, Supernatural, Supernatural/Aladdin
Title: just like Mama made
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 230
Prompt: Any, any, the most exotic flavor of pie they've ever had
"Ethan," Naomi says, cutting him a slice of the freshly made pie. "Sweetheart, come try this. It's my own mama's recipe, quite special."
Her darling little angel trots over, his teddy bear bouncing along behind him. "'s'good?" he asks, pulling himself onto the chair next to her.
"The best," she promises, using the fork to portion him off a small bite.
Ethan takes all of it into his mouth, chewing for a few moments before swallowing. "'s'good!" he says. "More!"
Naomi smiles down at him and hands him the fork. He makes short work of the rest of his piece, leaving only some juice that oozed out onto the plate.
"Does Bear want some?" she asks and Ethan enthusiastically nods, so she slices Ethan's teddy bear a piece, too.
Naomi scoops Ethan up for a quick cuddle while Bear stands and gulps his pie down; parts of it stick between his fangs and Ethan giggles at the mess.
"If you want more pie tomorrow," Naomi says, "you'll need to go hunting again, Bear."
Bear growls his assent and Naomi lets Ethan down. He grabs Bear and toddles back into the den, while Naomi turns her attention to the mess in her kitchen.
"Oh, don't give me that look, Roger," she tells the last ingredient left, and she pats his cheek. Bear'll be back to finish after Ethan's happily asleep.
Title: no one lays a lily on their grave
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Wicked
Warnings: AU
Pairings: Lucifer/Dean
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 310
Point of view: third
Prompt: any/any, Hallowed be my name.
In the end, there is light. The last thing billions will see, hear, or feel-light from the east, exploding and burning and roaring, consuming until nothing is left and from the ashes, plants will be the first to return, then insects, as the world is reborn. As it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end.
The demons will round up any surviving humans, bring them to Lucifer's palace on the edge of the sea. Lucifer will speak to each one, deciding their fate. Most will die, thrown into the ocean or buried in the earth. Some will be gifted to his demons, as toys or as meatsuits.
Such is his power, the gleaming Star of Morning.
And his vessel's brother will be the last human found. Dragged in struggling, cursing, swearing vengeance. He will glare up at Lucifer, covered in ash and blood, and he will say, I'll kill you, I promise I'll kill you.
Lucifer will smile and crouch next to him, stroking his cheek. Defiant as always, Dean, he will reply.
Standing, Lucifer will command, Take him to my quarters. Make sure he can't leave.
The world is beautiful outside, healing after Lucifer's fire cleansed all pollution, all evidence of humanity from the air and the earth and the water. All taint burned out.
And the last human still free, not a vessel, waits, chained in Lucifer's bed.
Our Father, Lucifer whispers, striding through the hall, who art lost, cursed be your name. This is my realm now.
In the end, all is light, the MorningStar scouring the world. Heaven and Earth burn, and Hell rises, and no matter how the Vessel screams, Lucifer will still break his brother until Lucifer has the most perfect general to command his armies.
And the Vessel will never be free, and his brother will never kill Lucifer.
Title: This is the soldier home from the war
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Elizabeth Bishop
Warnings: pre-season 6
Pairings: Dean/Lisa, pre-Castiel/Dean
Rating: PG
Wordcount:170
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean/Castiel. Since 6x08 I've been craving sleepy!Dean. He's adorable!
Castiel does not have much free time, and before Raising Dean he would never have considered 'playing hooky' from his duties. But, as Dean had pointed out many times, all work and no play makes Cas a dull boy.
And so, once in a while, Castiel leaves Heaven and visits Earth. He watches Dean from corners, checks to make sure Dean is healthy and safe.
Dean is doing well as can be expected, possibly better. There is still sorrow in him, but he does love Lisa and Ben. His sleep is not often interrupted by nightmares anymore.
His soul cries out for his brother less than it did, and Castiel is glad. And part of him, the part that Dean grew so close to during their battle against Lucifer, feels guilt for letting Dean continue to believe his brother is dead.
But seeing Dean with this family, seeing him sleep through the night, soft and pliant and warm, not at all like he was when they journeyed together, Castiel is... content.
Title: A snake is nature's treason, and awe is where it goes
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Dickinson
Warnings: possible blasphemy; very preseries
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 190
Point of view: third
Prompt: Author's choice; author's choice;
And promise me they will never see the tears within our eyes
For we are men with mortal sin, but angels never cry
And Gabriel bowed his head, that last day of all days, as Sammael raised high his sword and Michael swore to fight until all traitors fell from Heaven.
And Uriel stood beside the Fist of God, and Raphael flanked his other side, and legions were separated only by pride, and the Messenger looked away.
He knew that he would fight, eventually. Choose between his brothers, between the first and the best and loyalty and hope.
And so Gabriel raised his head, gripped tight his sword, and silently went to battle. He watched in pain as Sammael threw himself from Heaven. He watched in sorrow as Michael stood on the edge, eyes closed, and Gabriel kept his gaze on God as their Father pronounced Sammael be henceforth known as Satan, the adversary of all righteous and good and holy.
Angels have no tears, or else Gabriel would have cried that day. Later, as he watched humanity with all their turbulent emotions, with their rages and their joys and their deep chasms of hurt, he was certain that if angels could weep, Michael would have that last day of all days, too.
Title: an infinity of dreams
Fandom: Supernatural/Aladdin
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: SN went AU sometime; future!fic for Aladdin
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount:215
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, what if they found a good genie who granted three wishes and didn't turn out evil or to be a trick
"When I said I couldn't bring anybody back," Big Blue tells him gently, "I meant it."
Dean glares at him before glancing away. There is nothing to wish for, then.
"Dude," Big Blue says, risking a maiming by touching his shoulder. "Anything you want now. College or employment or three trillion dollars. No tricks, I swear. I owe you more than I can ever repay."
Shrugging off his hand, Dean steps out of reach. "I want my family back. If you can't give me that, we got nothin' to discuss."
Big Blue sighs sadly. "Please," he entreats.
Dean looks at him for a moment before rolling his eyes. "Fine," he bites off. "I wish my impala would never break down again. I wish my record was spotless." He pauses, staring up at the cloudy sky. "And I wish... I wish you'd be happy in whatever you do with your life."
Big Blue blinks at him, a thunderstruck expression on his face. "You know, I only ever had one master like you before. Some of you humans are amazing people."
Dean just turns and walks away. He's still got a hunt to finish, and everyone he cares about is still dead.
If a genie can't bring them back, he'll just have to find another way.