Wednesday: What if God Was One of Us

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Ok, forgive me the super-cheesy song lyric subject line. I'm havenward and I'll be handling hosting duties for today. And today? We're going to play among the gods.

Have you got a fandom whose characters are gods? (This is a shout out to the old school Hercules: The Legendary Series!) Or maybe the gods crash the party and play havoc with the lives of your favorite people. Perhaps someone has secretly been a god all along, or is a reincarnation of a god. The possibilities are endless!


But please remember to keep to the rules:

No more that 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.

No spoilers in your prompts for at least 1 week after original publication/air date. If there's spoilers in your story, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

Please be kind to the codemonkeys and format your prompt correctly. For example:

Burn Notice, Michael Westen, you expect me to believe you're a god of war?

American Gods/Supernatural, Shadow/Sam/Dean/John, belief is the most powerful magic (the most powerful drug)

Not seeing anything that's biting? Head on over to our Lonely Prompts and see if you can't find something more to your liking. Happy writing!

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[pandionpandeus.livejournal.com]

It was bound to happen sooner or later. After all, there were Tricksters in practically every religion and culture. For the Winchesters to have met just the one was some sort of luck on their part.

Thankfully, when they finally did meet a true Trickster, they had Gabriel with them.

At least, that would have been a good thing if the other Trickster hadn’t taken as much interest in Sam as the archangel had and immediately spirited the hunter away to parts unknown. Which left Sam tied up, alone with the Trickster and unable to be found by the others, thanks to the Enochian carved on his ribs.

“I’m not the first of my kind you’ve met, am I?” the Trickster asked, bending close to Sam and running his gaze up and down the hunter’s body. “No, I can see the claims he’s put on you. Which of my brethren likes you that much, hmm? Coyote? Anansi? Rabbit? Hmm?”

Sam glared, but stubbornly remained silent. He just had to wait for his brother and the angels to get here and stake the bastard. And then he could ask Gabriel a few pointed questions about exactly what sort of claims the archangel/Trickster had put on him.

The Trickster smiled at him. “Not talkative, boy? No matter. You’re pretty to look at, all the same.”

“Maybe so,” Gabriel said from behind Sam, “but he’s not yours to look at. Hello, Sam. Hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.”

“No more so than usual,” Sam said dryly, relaxing as the archangel walked around to stand in front of him. Gabriel could take care of the Trickster and if he was here, Dean and Cas wouldn’t be far behind.

“Ah, so the boy does talk!” The Trickster said, apparently delighted. “And a pretty voice to match his pretty looks. Now, just who are you?” he continued, looking at Gabriel.

Gabriel smiled and Sam couldn’t help a thrill of vindictive pleasure when he saw the other Trickster wilt slightly at the sudden pressure of power that filled the room.

“You won't need my name where you're going.”

And the Trickster had time to blink and half form an expression of surprise and a bit of fear before there was a bloody stake buried in his chest.

Gabriel made sure he was dead before untying Sam. “Our brothers are back at the motel and I’ve told Cas not to expect us anytime soon and I believe you owe me a thank you for saving your life.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps. But not until you tell me why you've put claims on me.”

Blinking, the archangel had the decency to look slightly sheepish. “It was mostly habit,” he muttered. “I don’t share well.”

“Yeah, I got that,” the human said, smiling slightly. “Now, I don't know about you, but I'd rather be anywhere but here.”

Instantly cheerful again, Gabriel leered at him. “Ah, yes. How kind of you to remind me."

He snapped his fingers.

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

Ah! That was sweet(and possessive).

[pandionpandeus.livejournal.com]

I tried. :)

Glad you liked it.