flist, I need your help

[vikki]

I need something huge to keep my mind off of work tonight. So two things:

Prompt me to write a fic.
I really only want to write for Supernatural, Doctor Who, and Detective Conan/Magic Kaito right now, though.

Rec fic to me. Something hugely long and epic would be amazing, but it doesn't have to be.

Thanks in advance. :)

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[vikki]

So my first reaction on seeing this prompt is, I'm actually not a shipper. But then I had an idea that is short and OMG I GOTTA WRITE IT. Here you go.

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Sam is starting to turn white, shaking from head to toe: it looks like shock, and in a way, it is. The curse that's hit him works in minutes, and Dean is wrestling with the witch for the athame, and Sam falls on the floor. He only knows he's hit his head because he hears the crack, because he can't feel it. He's convulsing, limbs jerking, and he can't get enough air no matter how deeply he breathes. Spots start to swim in his vision. He'd shout for his brother if he could only spare the breath, great lungfuls of air that might as well be toxic.

"Sam!" somebody says (not his brother), and Sam tries to turn towards that voice, but he can't make a deliberate movement. He gapes his mouth like a fish out of water. "Sam Winchester! Listen to me," that person says again, and Sam thinks he knows him but the buzzing in his ears is growing louder and he can't really see anymore. His tongue is going thick in his mouth and his spine arches up off the floor of its own accord.

A hand slams down on his torso, pinning him, and it burns so severely Sam screams, and then he really can't breathe. "Help," he begs, and hopes he produced sound. "Help me, help me!" He's not sure if it's a prayer or not, but if God is listening, he'll take that.

"Noh mah kay ess toh lah," the speaker growls. The syllables cut through the static in Sam's ears and forces his pain-wracked body still and Sam howls, miserable. "Listen to me, Sam!"

Sam looks sightlessly towards the source of the voice above him; he thinks move and grab and his hand comes up and snatches at a sleeve. "Stay still," the voice commands. "You've been cursed. I can help you but you must stay still."

No shit Sherlock, Sam thinks. Another hand comes down and grips Sam at the juncture of his neck and shoulder with bruising force, and Sam feels the body move down over him and a mouth close on his own.

Sam's jaw snaps shut mostly out of surprise; the smell of ozone hits his nose. At first he thinks this guy - Castiel, he realizes, mind clearing, Castiel, how did he know where they were? - is trying to give him mouth-to-mouth. He can't stop trying to breathe even though he's being kissed (by Castiel!) and he inhales hard.

Fresh air, like halfway up a California mountain, fills his lungs.

It's not enough. He breathes in again, and out, and in again, lips sealed against Castiel's open mouth, and it's Castiel who finally tears away.

Sam opens his eyes and he can see, he's warm, he's okay, except for the goose-egg forming on the back of his head. Castiel's lips - Jimmy's lips, he guesses sheepishly - are swollen, and the angel darts his tongue out to lick them quickly. "Cas," Sam says, letting go of Castiel's sleeve and putting his hand down on the floor, weak like a newborn lamb. "You - what did you do?"

"I gave you a breath of Grace," Castiel replies, matter of fact but very still, watching Sam move. "You hung on somewhat longer than I intended."

"Sorry." Sam wipes his mouth and gets himself up on his elbows. "Uh - that was - intense."

Castiel just stands up, offering his hand to help Sam to his feet.

"Thanks," Sam says, taking the hand. Castiel almost smiles.

fin

[ficwriter1966]

That made me laugh. So you're two for two today. :) And I love your response to the prompt. (Being non-slash as I am.)

Moar?

[vikki]

Hah, glad this amused you! Writing gen twists on pairings is something I've gotten practice in thanks to the popularity of shipping in fandom. :) Also, come on, who wouldn't want a breath of Grace from an angel? XD;

[sheikah_minuet2]

OMG! *Breathless* OMG! Heh, wow that was amazing. I Really liked it. REALLY liked it.

You really managed to get the-the *Makes grabby motion* I don't knooow, but the way you wrote it flows really well and I can actually see this happening and wow Sam and WOW Castiel! Damn the characterization is goood. And this is my fav quote!

Castiel's lips - Jimmy's lips, he guesses sheepishly - are swollen, and the angel darts his tongue out to lick them quickly.

Grrrrr... LOVE! *Cough* Anyways have you read my rec yet... did you like it... tell me when you do, okay?