Friday: Free For All

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Happy Friday everyone! I hope the week has treated you well, and the weekend is almost here. Which makes the Free For All perfect right? As usual, all fandoms, pairings, and prompts are welcome today.


Just remember to follow our normal rules:

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

No spoilers in your prompts for at least 1 week following the original air/publication date. If your response includes spoilers, warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

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Invisibles, King Mob, releasing the sigil (well, it could be as dirty as you think)

Dresden Files/Supernatural, Harry/Dean/Sam, the vessel for who??

Nothing striking your interest today? Slide on over to our lonely prompts and see if something there can strike your interest!

Happy writing. :D

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Invisibles, King Mob, releasing the sigil (well, it could be as dirty as you think)

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Dresden Files/Supernatural, Harry/Dean/Sam, the vessel for who??

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Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, I cannot be without you, matter of fact. I want you back.

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Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, the angel hates classic rock and can't even look at cheeseburgers anymore; goddamnit, the things Dean puts up with for love

(1/2) Dean's Choice, Dean/Castiel and SURPRISE, PG-13

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This will definitely be rewritten for the other project because I didn't even get to the classic rock thing really. Sigh.
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The first time Castiel encountered ground meat after their run-in with famine, he flitted away instantly. The second time, Sam and Dean had just stopped at a Sonic for burgers, fried mac and cheese, and some sort of lettuce wrapped chicken thing. Castiel didn’t flit away instantly, but Dean could tell he wanted to. He looked nauseous. Castiel never looked nauseous.

“Buddy, what’s going on back there?” Dean asked.

“I can’t, the smell. The music. I think my vessel is turning inside out again.”

“Is this like a burger hangover or something?” Sam said.

Castiel tried to shake his head, or nod, it was heard to tell, he was pretty out of it. “I have to go,” he said, then flew off.

“Weird,” Dean said.

Sam picked some croutons out of his wrap. “You should be nicer. He’s trying to put up with you.”

Dean just scoffed and took a bigger bite of burger. Another motel, another night. Dean called Castiel and he reluctantly returned. “You feeling better?”

“I am,” Castiel said. He smiled, put on a brave face.

Dean put a hand on Castiel’s forehead, no temperature. The he thought of a way to make Castiel feel much better and let his hand move down to draw Castiel in for a kiss. That worked for a few seconds before Castiel drew away.

"You smell like hamburgers."

"Most people would just go with 'you smell nice.'"

"You smell like hamburgers--you don't smell nice."

Dean was not too put off as he never had much interest in smelling nice anyway. Instead, he was concerned with working his way farther into Castiel's personal space, but Castiel backed away as he got closer.

"I need to go, Dean."

He at least looked miserable about it, but then took off.

Dean wasn't sure what to do. He had a serious problem. He enjoyed cheeseburgers. Sure, he enjoyed other foods, too. He ate his share of club sandwiches and pork chops and blue plate specials, but he really loved cheeseburgers. The juiciness of the meat, the crispness of the lettuce, the ooze of the cheese. And if he was really feeling it, if he was having a really good day, the smokiness of the extra bacon. Best $1.50 he would ever spend.

But his love of cheeseburgers was interfering with his love of sex. If Castiel caught a whiff of beef on him, Castiel was pretty much done for the night. Dead cow smell was his angelic kryptonite. And sadly, the only person Dean had to confide in about his dwindling sex life was Sam.

"You could eat more salads," Sam said. It was a compromise of sorts. The diner before, Sam had suggested vegetarianism. Dean had taken off in the Impala without him for such a transgression. He made it half a mile before Sam was effusively apologizing on the phone and offering to pick up the tab on the next steak night.

"They put a lot of bacon on dinner salads these days," Sam added.

"I figured what with the way you're always asking for grilled chicken instead. Getting the dressing on the side. Do you have a secret angel girlfriend you're not telling me about?"

Sam didn't answer which either meant he thought Dean was an idiot or holy shit, he had a secret angel girlfriend.

"What's her name?"

"Dean, there's no secret angel girlfriend."

"Boyfriend?"

"Dean. Can we go back to talking about your sex life?"

"Holy shit! There's a secret angel boyfriend!"

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Supernatural, Gabriel/Crowley, a forgotten anniversary results in a very creative punishment

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"OW!"

"Something wrong?" Gabe smirked.

"OWWW!!!! No, everything's lovely you idiot."

"Hm..."

"Did you - OOOWWW!!!! - DID YOU DO THIS TO ME GABRIEL?!?!?"

"It was already in there. I just had to dig a little. Had to get all up in you," Gabe smiled lasciviously as he gestured with his fingers.

"This is - AHHHOOWWW!!! WHAT DID YOU DO!!!!" Crowley yelled, crouched over.

"Found something you thought you lost."

Crowley looked up, horrified as he understood. "You GAVE me back my soul!!! Are you trying to KILL me?! AHHH!! Do you have ANY idea what this feels like?"

"Yeah, it's so unlike me to make you scream for my entertainment."

Crowley yelled, "WHY?!? It's professional suicide! I'm going to be total crap at my job!!! OWWW!!!"

"Probably. But you know what souls are good at? Remembering anniversaries."

Crowley looked astounded. All this for that little offense? He winced again at the sear in his ribs and said, "I think you may have confused a soul with an electronic planner!"

Gabe just smiled and said, "I wouldn't be the first."

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SyFy's Alice, Hatter/Alice, pancakes for dinner

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Doctor Who, Ten/Jack/Ianto, the TARDIS refuses to give them a bed quite big enough

Three is a crowd, Doctor Who, Ten/Jack/Ianto, no bed in the TARDIS big enough

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Three is a Crowd

"I thought you didn't have to sleep." Jack complains.

"You wore me out." Ten sulks.

"I thought you didn't sleep, Jack." Ianto points out.

"I can do without the nightmares, thank you very much." Jack shudders. "I just figured, if there was one place I could sleep peacefully, it would be in the TARDIS, with my boys."

"We are not your boys!" The Doctor argues.

"Yes we are." Ianto relents.

"Yeah, we are." Ten agrees. Jack smiles, and starts drifting off to sleep when...

"Sir, you're like a furnace. You're giving off way too much body heat." Ianto tells the Captain.

"I'm an alien," The Doctor states. "I can survive alien temperatures, don't let this fragile humanoid exterior fool you. But he does have a point Jack."

"Sorry, I'll just fall asleep in a bath of ice." Jack replies sarcastically, too tired to even come up with a 'hot and good-looking' quip. "I don't want to sleep alone." Jack admits.

"I'm sorry sir." Ianto empathizes. "I just do not see how it is possible. The bed is too small for three grown men to sleep in."

"I don't understand. The TARDIS loves me!" Jack claims. "What have I done to annoy her so much? Why is she being so cruel?"

"Perhaps she's jealous." The Doctor suggests. A pillow falls from the ceiling onto his head. The bed grows even smaller and Ten is pushed onto the floor.

"Perhaps she's feeling left out." Ianto offers. "She's a beautiful machine and we've been neglecting her." The bed grows a little, enough so Ten can lie on it again. Not comfortably, but at least he doesn't fall off.

"Have we been ignoring you?" Ten asks. The TARDIS stutters. "Come on, it can't have been that long-" Ten breaks off as the TARDIS supplies him with Jack, Ianto and Ten's activities for the past 69 hours. It involves a lack of no clothing, lots of sex and Ianto taking a brief nap whilst Ten and Jack spent some one on one time. All whilst the TARDIS was forced to watch and unable to participate. No wonder she's frustrated. "I'm sorry." Ten apologizes.

"Honey," Jack says. "I promise as soon as I've had a nap I am ditching these guys to work on your internal communication stabilizers and vocalization array." Ianto raises an eyebrow, trying to determine if he should be offended. Then the Doctor looks at him, and he realizes that four is an even number and has even more possibilities for their relationship.

The bed grows and whilst Ten, Jack and Ianto sleep, the TARDIS purrs happily

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Kane RPS, Goth!Chris&Steve, "I've got a couple hours before the shop closes, wanna come by?"

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KANE RPS, spy!Steve, Things about missions he really enjoys- a few he doesn't.

KANE RPS, spy!Steve, Things about missions he really enjoys- a few he doesn't.

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"I called."

Steve looks up as he walks in, able to keep himself from reacting badly by just seconds. There shouldn't be anyone here, not when he's been away on a job -- but he recognises the voice a split second before his hand twitches towards the gun still tucked into its hidden holster.

"Chris." He sighes, gives himself a mental shake - tryiing to switch gears without the usual luxury of a day or five or downtime.

Chris walks towards him, visibly angry and Steve can't remember if he's missed something this time, or if Chris is just being pissy because Steve didn't return his calls or whatever.

Sometimes he's able to keep track of this stuff -- his second life back home, fielding phone calls or texts and letting everyone think he's fine, just a little busy, and of course he isn't halfway around the world from his home in LA.

Cell phones are the best thing ever, in that regard. Shows an LA area code no matter where he's calling from.

But this job was a clusterfuck from day one, and now Chris is standing in his living room, arms folded, every inch of him screaming rage. And something else. And Steve honestly has no idea what he's missed to make Chris come over and wait for him.

All Steve wants to do is take a shower, wash the last of the grime of the dust and sand from his body, and let himself forget about the dead man he's had to leave behind. Tomorrow he would have called Chris and the guys, invited them over and had beer and some music and a whole lot of forgetting.

But it seems the clusterfuck isn't quite done with him, yet.

"I'm sorry," he manages, but the look on Chris' face means it isn't enough by a long shot.

He wants to say it -- say that he's tired and sore and he hasn't had to resort to killing someone in years, and he hates it and he wishes he could take it all back -- he's cried in the shower before, and would love to do so again, but instead he has to muster a calm, collected expression for Chris and wait for him to go away.

He hates needing Chris to go away, especially when all he really wants is for his best friend to stay.

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KANE RPS, Vamp!Steve & Kitten!Chris, "So are you actually afraid of anything?"

Unforgivable schmoopp. I'm so sorry.

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Steve’s fought a lot of fights in his undead existence. Most of them, he won. Some, he lost. Every single one left scars, on the inside or the outside. And he fought them alone, all of them, wheter he did it for himself or for others. Gratitude was a rarity in the life of a monster.

This time, though, everything was different. Firstly, the opponent wasn’t exactly all that scary. On the contrary. It was cute, martens-kinda cute.

For a little kitten however, it was unbelievably daunting, all fierce black eyes and sharp teeth.

So when Steve stepped in between the two adversaries and shooed the marten away with a wave of his hand and a brief glimpse of fangs, he became the hero no other brave feet before could make him.

At least in the big, admiring eyes of a scared little kitten.

Lifting the tiny ball of still quivering fur to his chest, the vampire tenderly petted the kitten, mouth twisting in a smile, fangs carefully hidden from view.

"Thank you soooo much", the kitten meowed and pressed it’s tiny skull into Steve’s touch, claws clinging to the fabric of his pullover.

"You’re welcome."

"So are you actually afraid of anything?" the kitten asked, looking up at his savior, awe-struck.

Steve briefly pondered the question. "Sure."

"Really? What would that be?"

"Being alone, for example. That’s very scary."

"True,“ the kitten agreed pensively and began to purr when the vampire began to stroke the sensitive spot beneath his chin. „But you don’t need to be afraid anymore, you know."

"Is that so?"

The kitten nodded, just a little so Steve didn’t stop the petting, and purred contentedly „yes, because now, you’ve got me."

And they lived happily ever after...

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Sanctuary, Will/Kate, sunglasses

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♥

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Leverage, Parker, she liked to make up her own endings to famous stories or plays

Crazy Like Ophelia, Gen, PG, Set Season 1

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Parker, Hardison, and Elliot were all standing around the Leverage Headquarters break room when Sophie entered the room. She was excited because she had dragged them to one of her plays the night before and wanted to know what they thought.

“So,” Sophie prompted, “how was I? Be honest, was I a moving Ophelia?”

“Moved me right out the door,” Elliot muttered.

“What was that?” Sophie asked, daring him to repeat it.

“I liked it,” Parker stated.

“Thank you, Parker,” Sophie said with a smile. “What was your favorite scene?”

“My favorite had to be when Hamlet rose from the grave and slaughtered the invading troops,” she told them. “It was very entertaining.”

“Okay,” Hardison said while waving his arms around, “what play was she watching and how did I not get a ticket? That sounds much more interesting than the…” He trailed off at Sophie’s look and said, “Than the masterpiece we say last night, it was all good.”

“I like to make up my own endings,” Parker shrugged. “I think mine are better.”

As she walked away, Elliot stated, “There’s something wrong with her.”

“Agreed,” Sophie said.

“I dunno,” Hardison mumbled. “Still sounds like a cool ass play to me.”

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SPN, Dean/Sam or Cas, washing a car

FILLED: SPN, Dean/Cas, At the Car Wash

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Total fluff. Sorry.

“This is fucking embarrassing,” Dean groaned. He didn’t dare look down at the blue boiler suit he was wearing. If he did, then case or no case, money or no money, he’d tear it off and run screaming.

“I fail to see how,” Castiel said. He was dressed the same as Dean, but might still have been wearing his holy tax accountant get-up for all that it seemed to be bothering him. “We can watch the diner from here all day. You and Sam also said you needed money; would you prefer to earn it honestly by working for it, or dishonestly by cheating at games of chance?”

“Hey,” Dean protested. “I don’t cheat. I just have a talent for winning. And it is hard work. This...I have no words, Cas.”

They went out onto the forecourt, and worked steadily throughout the morning. Dean loved cars, but there was only one car he loved and it felt like he was having some kind of seedy affair lavishing his attention on other vehicles. He even ignored the cute girls that tried flirting with him while he soaped and rinsed their rides.

He didn’t ignore the ones that tried (and failed) to flirt with Cas, even though he knew the angel was totally oblivious. He did, though, ‘accidentally’ tip his bucket of dirty water over the expensive Italian shoes of the guy who tried to touch Cas up.

Cas glared at him. Then he glared at the driver, who suddenly got very nervous and peeled out of the car wash like something...angelic and scary was maybe thinking of smiting him.

Dean laughed until once again he was the subject of the angel’s scowl. “What?” he managed.

Cas shook his head and went on to the next car.

Dean shrugged. He was absolutely not going to apologise for protecting his angel. Hell, he could have done a lot worse.

By the time the wash was shutting up, Dean had his suspicions that whatever was going on at the diner would probably be of interest to nobody but public health inspectors. He felt his stomach roil at some of the things he’d seen there – not demonic, but worth shooting somebody over all the same.

He and Castiel drew their pay. The angel looked at the money he’d been given and passed it to Dean with a look of disinterest. Dean shoved it back in Castiel’s pocket.

“In case you need it,” he said. “Cas, you never know.”

They got back in the Impala and drove to the motel where they were staying. Dean cooed a little over his car, assuring her she was the only one for him while Castiel stared at him like he really was in need of exorcising or psychiatric help.

Inside, Sam got up as they came in. Dean realised how much he loved his brother. Sam had somehow got pizza and beer, and put the slices out on three paper plates.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Dean said, as he felt Cas start to spread his wings. He snagged the angel’s wrist.

Castiel glanced at him. “To continue my search. I’m not needed here just now.”

Sam grinned. “Cas, I think you might as well accept you’re staying put tonight. Come on, eat with us.”

Castiel sat down with a sigh. “Are we going back to the car wash tomorrow?”

Dean almost choked on his pizza. “Hell, no. The only car we wash from now on is ours.”

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Supernatural, Sam/Lucifer, ~I will not die, I'll wait here for you, I feel alive, when you're beside me, I will not die, I'll wait here for you, In my time of dying~

(Lyrics from Three Days Grace, Time of Dying)

filled; spoilers for season five finale

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I Must Have Did Somebody Some Good.

{In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do is take my body home}


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Patience is not a trait Lucifer lacks. It is one that Sam has forgotten. But in that moment of memory, of watching himself trap little plastic men like the celestial fodder he would himself become, Sam learned forbearance. Lucifer is his destiny, the Morningstar casting light on every niche of his black-bloodied soul.

There could be no Heaven for this prodigal child, always fleeing from family and duty (only Lucifer, fellow vagrant, would share his fate). A humming starts in the back of Sam's mind, and he surges forward, following the tune through the labyrinth, back to the open sky. Lucifer fights him, but Sam is quicker, more used to navigating the swirling terror of no no please don't let me lose and the immediacy of reaction.

The rings glint harshly when he flings them, cold despite the Michigan sun. He whispers the words as though he's known them forever (maybe i have, maybe we were always meant to be like this, you and me together, don't you see?) and follows the pit home.

He'd always felt a little charred around the edges.

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Terminator:SCC, Derek/John, he tries to be more like Sarah but he can't

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Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, Ianto's favourite hobby is watching Jack sleep.

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Maybe that was why, in their nights together, either in Jack's office in the Hub, after hours (where they were more likely to be disturbed by some other member of the team turning up unexpectedly -- and he suspected that it was for this reason that Jack insisted on these stolen moments, just to get a rise out of both him and whoever had had the bad fortune to catch them in the media res) or in Ianto's apartment, where he much preferred that they hold their trysts, he enjoyed watching the older man sleeping, lying sprawled contentedly on the pillows beside him. For once, he seemed at peace, some of the years seeming to drop from his face. Not that Jack looked a day over thirty-nine or thereabouts, but he had noticed something seemed to leave Jack's face while he slept, the weight of the years he had seen. And going by the contents of the archives, the files marked with Jack's name -- both as quarry and as a field agent -- that went back as far as the eighteen sixties, that Jack carried more years than his face and form suggested.

It lay in the man's eyes, those pale blue-green eyes that might glint with mischief and cockiness and even a hint of danger, but which, more often than he likely suspected, took on a dark and distant look, as if his mind had turned to look back on the past, or, more likely, they looked forward at the present or back from the future, from some point in time which Ianto could barely imagine. The man had seen things which seemed the stuff of fiction or mere historical facts written down, and the burden of that knowledge and experience and those years, and only in sleep, the little that his nature allowed him to enjoy, did he find some momentary rest and relief from that burden.

Times like this, Ianto took every care not to awaken Jack, slipping out of bed with care, if necessity required it, and creeping back with equal care, making every attempt not to disturb his lover. For a time, the two of them had a moment of perfect peace, no one to interrupt them, or to judge them: here, Jack had his peace, and Ianto had his own refuge from judging minds and prying eyes.

((The rest can be found Here (http://mtxref-fic.livejournal.com/132613.html).))

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Doctor Who, Ten & Eleven, Eleven meets Ten somehow and Ten remarks on how young he looks. Cute banter is a plus.

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Sanctuary, Kate/Will, 60s AU

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♥

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Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel/Lucifer/Michael, They're an unlikely group but somehow they make it work.

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You have no idea how much I love you for prompting this. Sam/the archangels had been in my head and then I saw this...it was just awesome. This ended up shorter than I'd hoped for, but hope you like it, anyway. :)


Lucifer’s still around because God decided he needed a crash course in the many ways humans were awesome.

Michael apparently needed the same thing, but he also needed to learn how to loosen up and let his metaphorical hair down.

Gabriel got resurrected and assigned the task of making sure Lucifer and Michael passed the course in humanity.

And somehow, all three ended up in Sam’s bed.

Sam’s still not sure how that happened, since one minute he’s opening the door to see three archangels (one formerly dead) and the next he’s waking up with unearthly warmth on all sides.

Not that he’s complaining, of course.

It’s just…odd. Michael and Lucifer have a tendency to skip morning pleasantries and go straight for the jugular over the slightest provocation. Gabriel hogs the sheets and cleans the house out of anything remotely sweet every two days or so. Sam sometimes feels like he’s the tenuous middle ground that happens to be the only place in creation that all three can stand on at once and not kill each other over.

They’re an unlikely group (something Dean tells him as often as possible. ‘Sammy, why do you keep attracting the weirdos?’), but somehow they make it work.

Plus, the sex is awesome.

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DCU, Dick/Jason +Damian, Talia just wanted a child Bruce would love so she combined the DNA of two he already did.

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Leverage, Eliot/any, the trouble with comfort sex is the morning after

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Guilt crashes through Eliot at the sight of the person laying in bed next to him. He exhaled a shaky breath and pushed his hands through his hair. This was the part he hated, the reason he never slept where he lived, the reason he never fucked anyone he knew or cared about because it made leaving afterwards all the harder. Especially knowing he would have to face them again.

He needed it though. Last night. Both of them did. And it was good. Was preceisely what he needed. What both of them needed.
But waking up together was... not what he needed. Not at all. So he had to get out of here. And now.

A hand on his thigh had him looking over, meeting sleepy eyes and a lazy smile. "Stay?"

And he did.

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Supernatural; Jesus!Chuck + Gabriel; "They always get my birthday wrong!"

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Supernatural, Lucifer (&/) Michael, ~Brother my brother, Tell me what are fighting for, We've got to end this war, We should love one another, Oh, can't we just pretend, This war never began, We can try, Brother my brother~

(Song is Brother my Brother by Blessid Union of Souls)

Brother, my brother, SPN, Lucifer + Michael

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Spoilers for the season 5 finale...but who hasn't seen that yet?




They fall into the cage and Lucifer feels Sam let go of his control. The human's consciousness is fading and Lucifer finds himself a little sad, almost, to lose the boy. The hands that are now solely his are fisted in Michael's clothes, gripping his brother tight as they fall into the darkness and Lucifer hates Michael - hates him - because Michael never stood up for Lucifer, not when it truly mattered...

...But he hates the darkness and the cold oblivion of the cage even more and Lucifer clings to his brother.

Michael fights to pull away and fights to land punches and claw at Lucifer. He's screaming at Lucifer, cursing him and damning him (been there, done that, brother) and still Lucifer holds on tight.

And slowly Michael stops fighting. They don't know if they're falling anymore or if they're just hanging there, motionless in nothingness. And an hour or a millennia later, Michael's arms creep around Lucifer's shoulders.

"Please," Lucifer whispers into the deafening silence. "I don't want to fight anymore. Can't we..."

"...Just pretend?" Michael asks just as quietly. He ducks his head into the space between Lucifer's neck and shoulder and he holds on tight. "Just pretend this never began?"

"Please?" Lucifer begs, the little brother asking his big brother to make the monsters go away, and Michael sighs and strokes his fingers through Lucifer's hair.

"We can try, brother-mine," Michael says. "We can try."

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Sanctuary, Kate/Will, But I adore him // And I implore him // Saying one of these mornings // I'm going away

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Sanctuary, Henry/Ashley/Will/Kate, I once flew by a real tall wall with ivy all around // And saw two eyes I really liked // And saw two ears I really liked // And saw two lips I liked as well