Friday Free-For-All

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Heya, folks, seasons greetings and all that crap. It be Friday, so we get some room to play today! The sky is the limit, as it were, except for a few rules we need to just remind y'all about:


NO spoilers in prompts for at least one week after airing. Also, if your response contains spoilers, please warn for them and leave at least 3 empty lines before starting your fic.

Also, to make sure everyone gets a chance to prompt... no more than five prompts in a row, no more than 3 per fandom. You can always come back and prompt more after yours have been answered.

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Examples:

Numb3rs, Colby/Charlie, The first time Colby called him "Professor"

Criminal Minds/Leverage, Reid/Eliot, "It's getting hot in here..."

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Also, gird your loins, because next week is the start of yet another Quarterly Year Challenge, where we give you no prompts but instead offer lovely prizes to get you to write some of the prompts piling up in our archives.

Ready? Prompt!

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[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Castiel/author's choice, can't remember what heaven felt like

[mokusan.livejournal.com]

“This is heaven on earth,” Dean says flippantly, leaning back in his chair and popping open a beer. Castiel turns his grave face toward him and frowns.

“No, it isn’t,” he says darkly, eyes confused as he takes in the sight of his friend. “Heaven is—” And he stops because he cannot remember exactly what heaven is. He knows what heaven isn’t – that it isn’t beer and television in some backwater hotel, that it isn’t the fluffy clouds and golden gates that spring to mind, some distant notion lingering in the mind that was once Jimmy Novak’s. But he can’t remember what it is.

Castiel remembers who was there. The angels. Gabriel, Uriel, Zachariah, Anna; Michael, Raphael. Somewhere there was God, but no one saw him. There is no form, not even a human face to match with his father, something that has never bothered him before but it certainly does now. He remembers the true forms of his brothers; human eyes would burn, but only because they are too glorious, too beautiful for a mere human to comprehend. But he cannot remember what heaven feels like.

He thinks that maybe there was love. Yes, he was a soldier, and yes he was dutifully following orders, but there was a reason, and even though he can’t remember, he hopes that reason was love. His brothers, his father – they were family, and if he’s learned anything from these Winchesters, it’s about family. He knows that there was more, but he can’t remember what anymore than he recalls what it looked like. Perhaps it was not a true place – human logic would insist that it was, but he knows that human logic is also very narrow and quite confined. They do not understand. And still, he can’t remember.

“Cas?” Dean’s eyebrows are raised and he’s standing, waving a hand very close to Castiel’s face. Castiel blinks and realizes several minutes too late that he had abruptly stopped talking and simply stared, lost in thought. He understands that humans do not like being stared at.

“My apologies,” Castiel says and Dean has returned to his chair, flipping through the channels on the television. A moment later he glances back up and shakes his head.

“Dude, are you okay?” There is concern in Dean’s eyes, and although Castiel finds that it warms him, it cannot stop the cold that seems to grip his grace.

“Yes, Dean, I am fine. I have forgotten something.”

Dean does not believe him. There is something off about the way Castiel stands, even for him. Then there’s the fact that Castiel never forgets – he’s like a damn elephant – except for when he wants to. But before he can open his mouth, the angel is gone in a flutter of feathers.

Although they have been through much together, there are some things Castiel is not yet ready to share with Dean. This newfound terror is one of them.

[tresa-cho.livejournal.com]

Aww, poor Cas. :C

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Oh dear god, YES!!!! <3

Poor cas!!!! ;_;

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Oh Cas *heart breaks for him.*

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

Ah! Poor Cas! The knowledge that he is forgetting Heaven must be frightening indeed.

[entangled-now.livejournal.com]

That is so lovely and so sad.