5 One Shots: Music Meme 3: Supernatural
Part 3 of this meme - see Part 1 and Part 2.
Fandom: Supernatural
Warnings: Slashiness, language, more angst than the others
Ratings: G-PG
Word Count: 1,262
Eras: Seasons 1, 4, 5, & 6
Title: Just a Moment
Characters: Castiel/Dean
Prompt: WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?: "Studying Politics" - Emery
Genre: Romance
Dean blinked. Then blinked again. He could blink.
He checked - yep, he could still breathe. His heart was still beating; he could hear it pounding in his ears.
Therefore, it was most likely that time hadn't stopped, he wasn't dead, and they weren't in immediate danger from a spell, curse, or jinx.
That was the only good news.
The bad news was blinking in return, staring at him with those innocent, dangerous eyes.
Dean had no idea what he was supposed to do now. Keep breathing, keep blinking, keep that heart beating - seemed like a good plan for right now.
As of a few moments ago, thinking was definitely, assuredly out of the question.
There was no way in heaven or hell he was going to think about what had just been said.
Nope. Wasn't going to think about anything, except about not thinking.
A sweat broke out in his palms and along his upper lip. A hot flush traveled up his neck and made tiny hairs prickle. Good. His body was still functioning enough to show the beginning signs of panic.
But it was important not to panic - to keep his head clear - nope, keep his head blank. Nothing to see here. No, ma'am. Thank you very much. Blah, blah, blah.
A slight shift caused those dangerous, blue eyes to glint in the sunlight at him.
Dean choked, composure slipping.
He couldn't help it. Tell a man not to think about zebras, and what does he think about? Zebras.
Or in this case, Castiel standing in front of him, waiting for Dean's response. His response to the angel's awkwardly formal declaration of... oh lordy... love.
Dean swallowed, mouth dry as the Great Basin Desert air around them.
"Dean?" Castiel's gravelly voice shook him out of his state of desperate denial. Dean watched Castiel’s arm reach halfway towards him, before dropping back to his side. "Are you well?"
Instinctively, Dean opened his mouth. Nothing came out. With a rough swallow, Dean replied hoarsely, "I'm fine. I'm just in shock."
"I apologize. I did not mean to alarm you."
With a wrench, Dean was finally able to move and dragged his hand across his face. "Honest, I'm fine. I just need a moment to think about what you said."
Castiel nodded. "Let us rest." He sat down on the rest stop bench. Dean woodenly followed suit. Now that he allowed himself to think, it was impossible to control the whirling thoughts that tumbled around his brain. He thought of their friendship, of moments of rest, of help given, of laughter shared, of trials endured, of patience and forgiveness, and of deep, deep stares that read his very soul and still approved.
He needed another moment for his brain to catch up with this new understanding of feelings, but instinctively he knew in his gut, that things were going to change in incalculable ways, very, very soon.
Hopefully, before Sammy got out of the rest stop bathroom.
Title: Comfort Clothes
Characters: Bobby
Prompt: WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?: "Put on Your Sunday Clothes" - Hello, Dolly!
Genre: Humor
That case had almost been the death of him.
Going after a well-to-do vampire who fancied himself as an avant-garde, cosmopolitan libertine, but who was, in fact, only a more literal lady-killer was a tough job.
Getting an invite to one of his parties, sneaking his weapons in past security, and getting the monster alone hadn't been the difficult parts.
The tricky part was the damn monkey suit.
Bobby grunted as he tugged his black tie off and shrugged out of the black (now blood-splattered) tuxedo. He shimmed out of the pants, kicking them aside. Then he almost ripped the buttons of his white shirt in his haste to remove it. He rinsed off the blood that had seeped through with a washcloth. Quickly, he got dressed back into his worn jeans, flannel shirt, and broken-in trucker's hat. Now that was comfort.
With a satisfied, tired smile, Bobby sank down into his favorite arm chair and popped open the tab of a cold beer. Much, much better.
Title: What's It Like?
Characters: Meg (Human)
Prompt: WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?: "Hey There Delilah" - Plain White T's
Genre: Angst
It would be a mistake to say that Meg ran away from her family. She had a normal family, but after the death of her sister, it had been broken beyond repair. So she ran. She ran towards something, not knowing exactly what her heart yearned for, but struggling desperately for it.
She never got it.
Instead, her body got taken - possessed - by a demon. In a haze of pain and confusion she watched the blurry world pass before her, hardly able to hear or see, completely unable to do anything. She was controlled by a demon whose name she never even learned. It took her body, robbed her of her senses, dulled her mind, and stole her name.
She only heard lies; she only felt pain; she only saw destruction.
When she was finally, finally, finally free, her body was broken beyond repair. In even more pain that she had grown accustomed to, she watched the world darken and fade around her.
Title: Enough to Dream You
Characters: Becky/Chuck
Prompt: WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?: "Johanna" - Sweeney Todd
Genre: Humor
Becky grinned to herself as she typed the last sentence in the last chapter of her epic fanfic. After meeting the Winchester brothers in real life and with the addition of all these new characters, this was her most epic story yet. It was filled with drama, angst, betrayal, and true love! And at over 75,000 words, it was her longest story so far! Each chapter had gotten dozens and dozens of rave reviews by fellow fans. Many of them had asked how she created such original and compelling OCs, not knowing that Chuck had let her (against his and every other sensible person in the universe's better judgment) read all his drafts and rough outlines from his visions. She had the best boyfriend in the whole world.
Chuck often asked her why, after meeting the boys (her boys) in real life, did she keep writing. In a quieter tone, he asked her why she felt the need to smut about other men, when she had him.
Becky had kissed his cheek and told him not to feel jealous.
Even though it was, it really wasn't personal. She loved them... desperately, fervently, ardently, enough to drag Chuck to spy on them when he told them they were at Bobby's... but she knew they weren't for her, personally.
But they sure were fun to play with!
Title: White Winged Dove
Characters: Castiel
Prompt: WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?: "Edge of Seventeen" - Fleetwood Mac
Genre: Introspection
Although Castiel led the forces of heaven, he was bound only to the Lord (whatever His plan may be), a few angels, and even fewer men.
As long as he was able, Castiel would come when Dean, Sam, or Bobby summoned him, knowing they were facing danger. They saved his life, each of them, and he had saved theirs. At times their problems seemed simple compared to the breadth of the battles he faced daily, but it was the simple pleasures and problems of life on earth that he missed. Besides, each had their part to play, whether it seemed insignificant or not. In any matter, Castiel considered them his friends.
Their friendship amused him. They could be so simple and, yet, so pure. He wondered what they thought of him - as innocent as a dove, but more dangerous than they could imagine. They tended to forget that part (Dean, in particular, needed reminding).
Castiel often wished that he could demonstrate a better picture of holiness, but they had met too many other angels to be fooled on that account. Castiel often wondered if they knew everything that he had done for the higher good, would they be so willing to call him friend.
Fandom: Supernatural
Warnings: Slashiness, language, more angst than the others
Ratings: G-PG
Word Count: 1,262
Eras: Seasons 1, 4, 5, & 6
Title: Just a Moment
Characters: Castiel/Dean
Prompt: WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?: "Studying Politics" - Emery
Genre: Romance
Dean blinked. Then blinked again. He could blink.
He checked - yep, he could still breathe. His heart was still beating; he could hear it pounding in his ears.
Therefore, it was most likely that time hadn't stopped, he wasn't dead, and they weren't in immediate danger from a spell, curse, or jinx.
That was the only good news.
The bad news was blinking in return, staring at him with those innocent, dangerous eyes.
Dean had no idea what he was supposed to do now. Keep breathing, keep blinking, keep that heart beating - seemed like a good plan for right now.
As of a few moments ago, thinking was definitely, assuredly out of the question.
There was no way in heaven or hell he was going to think about what had just been said.
Nope. Wasn't going to think about anything, except about not thinking.
A sweat broke out in his palms and along his upper lip. A hot flush traveled up his neck and made tiny hairs prickle. Good. His body was still functioning enough to show the beginning signs of panic.
But it was important not to panic - to keep his head clear - nope, keep his head blank. Nothing to see here. No, ma'am. Thank you very much. Blah, blah, blah.
A slight shift caused those dangerous, blue eyes to glint in the sunlight at him.
Dean choked, composure slipping.
He couldn't help it. Tell a man not to think about zebras, and what does he think about? Zebras.
Or in this case, Castiel standing in front of him, waiting for Dean's response. His response to the angel's awkwardly formal declaration of... oh lordy... love.
Dean swallowed, mouth dry as the Great Basin Desert air around them.
"Dean?" Castiel's gravelly voice shook him out of his state of desperate denial. Dean watched Castiel’s arm reach halfway towards him, before dropping back to his side. "Are you well?"
Instinctively, Dean opened his mouth. Nothing came out. With a rough swallow, Dean replied hoarsely, "I'm fine. I'm just in shock."
"I apologize. I did not mean to alarm you."
With a wrench, Dean was finally able to move and dragged his hand across his face. "Honest, I'm fine. I just need a moment to think about what you said."
Castiel nodded. "Let us rest." He sat down on the rest stop bench. Dean woodenly followed suit. Now that he allowed himself to think, it was impossible to control the whirling thoughts that tumbled around his brain. He thought of their friendship, of moments of rest, of help given, of laughter shared, of trials endured, of patience and forgiveness, and of deep, deep stares that read his very soul and still approved.
He needed another moment for his brain to catch up with this new understanding of feelings, but instinctively he knew in his gut, that things were going to change in incalculable ways, very, very soon.
Hopefully, before Sammy got out of the rest stop bathroom.
Title: Comfort Clothes
Characters: Bobby
Prompt: WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?: "Put on Your Sunday Clothes" - Hello, Dolly!
Genre: Humor
That case had almost been the death of him.
Going after a well-to-do vampire who fancied himself as an avant-garde, cosmopolitan libertine, but who was, in fact, only a more literal lady-killer was a tough job.
Getting an invite to one of his parties, sneaking his weapons in past security, and getting the monster alone hadn't been the difficult parts.
The tricky part was the damn monkey suit.
Bobby grunted as he tugged his black tie off and shrugged out of the black (now blood-splattered) tuxedo. He shimmed out of the pants, kicking them aside. Then he almost ripped the buttons of his white shirt in his haste to remove it. He rinsed off the blood that had seeped through with a washcloth. Quickly, he got dressed back into his worn jeans, flannel shirt, and broken-in trucker's hat. Now that was comfort.
With a satisfied, tired smile, Bobby sank down into his favorite arm chair and popped open the tab of a cold beer. Much, much better.
Title: What's It Like?
Characters: Meg (Human)
Prompt: WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?: "Hey There Delilah" - Plain White T's
Genre: Angst
It would be a mistake to say that Meg ran away from her family. She had a normal family, but after the death of her sister, it had been broken beyond repair. So she ran. She ran towards something, not knowing exactly what her heart yearned for, but struggling desperately for it.
She never got it.
Instead, her body got taken - possessed - by a demon. In a haze of pain and confusion she watched the blurry world pass before her, hardly able to hear or see, completely unable to do anything. She was controlled by a demon whose name she never even learned. It took her body, robbed her of her senses, dulled her mind, and stole her name.
She only heard lies; she only felt pain; she only saw destruction.
When she was finally, finally, finally free, her body was broken beyond repair. In even more pain that she had grown accustomed to, she watched the world darken and fade around her.
Title: Enough to Dream You
Characters: Becky/Chuck
Prompt: WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?: "Johanna" - Sweeney Todd
Genre: Humor
Becky grinned to herself as she typed the last sentence in the last chapter of her epic fanfic. After meeting the Winchester brothers in real life and with the addition of all these new characters, this was her most epic story yet. It was filled with drama, angst, betrayal, and true love! And at over 75,000 words, it was her longest story so far! Each chapter had gotten dozens and dozens of rave reviews by fellow fans. Many of them had asked how she created such original and compelling OCs, not knowing that Chuck had let her (against his and every other sensible person in the universe's better judgment) read all his drafts and rough outlines from his visions. She had the best boyfriend in the whole world.
Chuck often asked her why, after meeting the boys (her boys) in real life, did she keep writing. In a quieter tone, he asked her why she felt the need to smut about other men, when she had him.
Becky had kissed his cheek and told him not to feel jealous.
Even though it was, it really wasn't personal. She loved them... desperately, fervently, ardently, enough to drag Chuck to spy on them when he told them they were at Bobby's... but she knew they weren't for her, personally.
But they sure were fun to play with!
Title: White Winged Dove
Characters: Castiel
Prompt: WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?: "Edge of Seventeen" - Fleetwood Mac
Genre: Introspection
Although Castiel led the forces of heaven, he was bound only to the Lord (whatever His plan may be), a few angels, and even fewer men.
As long as he was able, Castiel would come when Dean, Sam, or Bobby summoned him, knowing they were facing danger. They saved his life, each of them, and he had saved theirs. At times their problems seemed simple compared to the breadth of the battles he faced daily, but it was the simple pleasures and problems of life on earth that he missed. Besides, each had their part to play, whether it seemed insignificant or not. In any matter, Castiel considered them his friends.
Their friendship amused him. They could be so simple and, yet, so pure. He wondered what they thought of him - as innocent as a dove, but more dangerous than they could imagine. They tended to forget that part (Dean, in particular, needed reminding).
Castiel often wished that he could demonstrate a better picture of holiness, but they had met too many other angels to be fooled on that account. Castiel often wondered if they knew everything that he had done for the higher good, would they be so willing to call him friend.