comment_fic | Friday: Free For All

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If, y'know, you feel like leaving a couple'a prompts XD

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You're very welcome. :3

Hell's Gates closed behind them and Lucifer screamed. He was back in this constricting, horrible place, back in his prison, in his cage as if he was a wild animal.
Michael mocked him, called him weak because shouldn't he feel right at home?
See, it had never been really about humanity or about God. It had been about Michael, his brother, his soul's beloved, who had not stood up for him, who had not chosen his side, who had cast him from Heaven and closed Hell's Gate in front of him the first time and all of it without a single remorseful look or regretful word.
Michael had left him as if he had never meant anything to him.

Lucifer knew he wasn't strong enough to endure Hell for a second time, not while facing Michael and his betrayal of their trust, of the love they used to share, all the time.
So he did the unthinkable act and ripped his grace out to be reborn as a mere human.
For twenty years he's fine. He's human but he doesn't remember being anything else but then the memories come back spill from his dreams into his consciousness. He isn't, however, simply Lucifer anymore. He's Lucian, too and he wants to stay Lucian. Lucian has a strained relationship with his father, a bunch of friends he plays videogames with and a orange striped cat and wants to marry his childhood sweetheart.
Being Lucifer would be easy but Lucian being Lucian is stubborn and defiant, which is exactly why he doesn't get along with his father, and choses the hard way:
he stays Lucian and lives his life with his friends and his family and his cat.

Heaven's Gates open for him and when he stumbles through them and falls down his knees someone presses something into his hand and Lucian becomes Lucifer again.
"Welcome home, brother."
"Castiel." Lucifer says because how could he not remember the angel who went through Hell and Heaven and Earth. Whoever had said that he or Michael were God's favourite angels had never seen Castiel.
"Castiel." He says again because it had been too long since he had last seen true beauty and Castiel...Castiel was the beauty of a new universe.
Castiel held his hand out to help Lucifer stand up again. His hand was warm and a little rough but he didn't let go of Lucifer's.
"I didnt think I would ever come back."
"All you had to do was ask."
"I couldn't."
"No, you had to learn flying on your own again."

Continued from here (http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/146804.html?thread=31259508#t31259508)
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It was late when they drove back home. The movie had been awful but Nick had insisted on seeing a film where God hated everyone, Gabriel was a fanatic and Michael fell to save humanity.
Paul Bettany here or there, it had been an awful movie.
“Stop here.” Sam told Nick when they were halfway home. Around them was nothing but the stars above them and the open road. Nick frowned puzzled at Sam but he pulled aside and after they stopped he followed Sam out of the car.
Sam leaned against the car front and looked up at the stars.
“I used to do this with Dean.” He told Nick: “As a break from life.”
“Sam, why are you telling me this?” Nick asked openly.
“Because this is real, you and me I mean. I want to share things with you. Things that are important to me so that when I remember them, you’re part of that memory.” Sam said fiercely.
“Sam...”
“I know you’re not ready. I respect that. All I want you to know is that I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait for you as long as it takes.”
Sam looked into Nick’s eyes, dared him to accept what Sam offered. And on the hood of the Impala Nick tentatively slid his fingers over Sam’s to show him that he had accepted.

Aww... I really love this. ♥ There can just never be enough Sam/Nick in the world. Thanks so much.

Wow, thanks! Totally different than where I was expecting :)

~Megan

Glad you liked it :)

Just out of curiousity, what did you expect?

There can just never be enough Sam/Nick in the world
I absolutely agree with you :)
And I'm glad you liked it

More of Eliot's inner monsters than his outer ones, but I hope this works for you. :D

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"I need to hunt something."

John Winchester might have been startled by the appearance of his intermittent hunting companion and occasional lover, but he didn't give any outward sign, just looked up from his journal at Eliot, took in his ruffled appearance, and waited for the rest.

"I need to hunt something big and fast and that I can kill because I really need to kill something, John, and I need it not to be human." There was a edge in Eliot's voice that made him think of his boys when they were really afraid of something, not just pissing around.

John grabbed hold of Eliot's shirt and pushed him into a barstool, shoving the rest of his beer at him. "Lower your voice, kid." he growled. "You'll bring attention."

Eliot reached out and took the beer, finishing it off in a couple of gulps. "I ain't one of yer kids, John." Eliot growled back, young voice still a paltry imitation. "Y' better remember that before ya fuck me next time."

"What happened's got ya so riled?" John asked, ignoring Eliot's snark.

The younger man's eyes went dark and distant as John watched, and he wondered if he really needed to hear this story or if he could save himself some nightmares. Eliot might not hunt the monsters, but he sure had met a lot of them. "A hunt, John. Please."

John's eyes widened. That quiet desperation wasn't something he'd ever expected to hear from Eliot. Boy'd never been a hunter, only had a few run-ins with John's trade, but John had never seen him suffer like this for his own side of the black. He usually reveled in it, celebrated his own brutality and strength over others.

Didn't actively seek out death like this, like he wanted to shake his hand.

"What's gotten into you?'" he asked sharply, no patience for death-wishers.

Eliot huffed and rolled his eyes, making him look all of fifteen all of a sudden. "Just a bad job is all." He looked away, eyes finding the ground and that dark stealing back over his expression. "I feel like what's inside of me… It's trying to get out. I just need something to let it out on, John. Something that ain't gonna go down easy and I ain't gonna regret killin'."

John thought about sending him home. Hell, about taking him home and fucking that despair right out of him. But then he glanced down at his journal, at the rough sketch of a wendigo that got more detailed every time he faced the things again. This was a piss-poor excuse for an idea, but he'd been thinking about calling in backup on this one anyway. No one was stupid enough to go up against a wendigo on their own. At least not the second time.

"Got somethin' for you up in the mountains here. Fast, strong, more'n's easy to handle alone. A wendigo, if you've heard of them."

"Tell me where." Eliot demanded, all petulant and child-like again. The kid was giving him a headache.

"Hell no." he shook his head immediately. "I ain't lettin' you go and get yourself killed. I need the backup. We go in tomorrow, 's already dusk - we're gonna need the daylight."

"I can't wait that long." Eliot replied, standing and slamming his hands on the bar. John didn't believe him, thought he was just being a drama queen. Turned out he was wrong.

John caught up with him where the forestry commission track ended - Eliot's jeep with John's journal discarded on the front seat parked up by the edge of the trail. Eliot wasn't far beyond that. Neither was the wendigo.

There was nothing superhuman about Eliot, only a bigger dose of rage than most people carried around with them. Still, he wasn't dead yet, and for a man armed only with rage and a flaming torch, that was pretty fucking impressive.

John took advantage of its momentary distraction as Eliot lunged at its chest, to throw a fuel-drenched blanket over the damn thing's head and light it. Eliot stayed with it as it fell, both of them screaming, and got his hands around the thing's neck, silencing it with a brutal crack. As the creature started to burn, Eliot backed slowly away and hit a tree, sliding to the ground.

The smile he gave John made him itch for his gun.

"I am an evil man, John." he said slowly. "You should know that."

John came aware of the blood on Eliot suddenly, claw marks in his upper arm and side, loose shirt hiding the damage.

"She was just a girl." Eliot stood all-at-once and punched the tree he'd been leaning against. "What kind of FUCK does that to…"

John edged closer as Eliot trailed off, feeling no more safe than he had when faced with the wendigo.

"It was a payment, it wasn't like I…" Eliot choked on a sob, raw and hoarse. "Just because… I never wanted to be the bad guy."

"We'll get her back, Eliot. Screw the payment. You and I, we'll get her back from there." John didn't know where there was, of even if 'she' was still alive, but that was what you said to a person you cared for who was bleeding out physically and emotionally while you watched. 'I'm here, and I can make it better'. Even if it wasn't true.

"What if you have to kill me one day, John?" Eliot's voice was faint now, too much blood lost to keep him upright as he sank back to the ground. "I've killed more people, destroyed more fucking lives than half your so-called monsters."

"You never wanted to be the bad guy, Eliot." John reminded him of his own words. "One day you'll find yourself some place you don't have to be."

John waited for Eliot's head to slump and lifted him awkwardly to carry him to the car. He'd have to come back once he'd stitched him up, and clear up the wendigo corpse so close to the road, but it sounded like they had plans to make, and a kid to save.

Tiredly, John prayed to whoever was listening that Eliot found a way out of this life. He didn't want to shoot the kid, he kinda liked him.

So. Castiel isn't as jealous and BAMFy as I was hoping he would be. But.
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Dean had to admit, it was a really nice day outside. No, he really had to admit it because Sam was holding Dean's cell phone above his head, threatening Dean with its untimely destruction if he didn't.

"Sam, fine! Okay? You win. It's god damn gorgeous outside, okay? Game over, man. Game over. Give me my cell phone."

Sam had already chucked the television remote's batteries across the parking lot and ripped up the directory of television channels. Dean was getting antsy that his cell phone would survive his brother's maniacal reign of terror this morning. He still held the phone above his head.

"Yes, Dean. It is gorgeous outside. But you want to waste that. You want to sit inside this dingy motel room wasting away this perfect, God-given day on a fucking 'Dr. Sexy' marathon. Haven't you had enough 'Dr. Sexy' to last you a lifetime, Dean?"

Dean closed his eyes so he could make a point of rubbing his hand over his face. Sam was obviously still affected by Gabriel's role playing game. Dean knew he probably should have been, too. He had been shot in “Dr. Sexy,” operated on by a clearly mentally unstable man, and berated by Dr. Sexy himself. Dean should have also been as unenthusiastic about a "Dr. Sexy" marathon as Sam. But really, Dean had been berated by Dr. Sexy, had looked into those eyes, had pushed him up against a wall and, well, Dean had been affected by the experience. He'd had fantasy fodder for days. Of course, he couldn't explain any of this to Sam.

"This is what I need to relax." It was a half-truth. Dean really only needed his hand, but a half-day “Dr. Sexy” marathon really would help.

Sam, who was still holding Dean's cell phone hostage, sighed. "I'll trade you your cell phone for the car keys."

"She better come back smelling like cheeseburgers and french fries. I swear I still smell rotting arugula from the last time you had her." Dean fetched the keys. "Pizza might also work. Something sausage-y."

Sam scrunched his nose at that and traded Dean's phone for the keys. "Sorry about the remote."

Dean shrugged. He could manually change the channels. For Dr. Sexy.

An hour later, Dean was alone in Heaven. Not the real one. Better. He was in what Heaven would be like if God had grown up in Lawrence, Kansas and had never stayed at a hotel nicer than a Holiday Inn Express. It was a Dean Winchester kind of Heaven.

Except. Except Heaven was missing an angel. Dean retrieved his cell phone and dialed Castiel. After two rings, "Yes, Dean?"

"Cas, Room 131, the Howard Johnson in Butte City, California."

"Dean, the last time--"

"That was a joke and I apologize." Another half-truth. He was sorry, but sending Castiel to random hotel rooms also provided him and Sam hours of endless entertainment. Just the questions afterwards--"Why did that man say he ordered a 'bear' not a 'twink'?" and "I'm pretty sure there was a person inside of that cat costume. Why was there a person inside of that cat costume?"--meant Dean was going to do it again. He figured Castiel could use the experience with other humans, anyway.

Castiel was silent on the other end of the phone, but then there was the flutter-flutter whoosh of wings and Castiel appeared in the room, still on the phone. They hung up.

Dean patted the bed next to him. "Let me show you what you missed out on in Gabriel's little TV game."

Castiel looked dubious, but settled in next to Dean. "You've called me here to watch a play with you?"

"Cas," he said and looked at Castiel like he was the two thousand year old man in the room asking about "the Google." "This is better than a play. This is 'Dr. Sexy.'"

Castiel sighed the put upon sigh of a man who has to put up with Dean Winchester. Castiel considered the action on screen before him. A rakishly good looking man berated an attractive brunette woman. An attractive blonde woman consoled a sad-looking young man. Castiel said, "The blonde woman, she is this 'Dr. Sexy'?"

Dean was offended. "Cas, no. She's sexy, but she's not Dr. Sexy."

Castiel made a sound intended to convey his understanding, but even his grunts couldn't lie and it only served to convey his confusion. Dean then spent five minutes explaining who Dr. Sexy was, how he wore cowboy boots in the ER, that he was always unshaven, that he truly cared about his patients, that his eyes said more than his mouth--but his mouth was pretty nice, too--and that one time, Dean had pushed him into a wall and. Dean stopped. He could never explain his Dr. Sexy sex fantasies to Sam because Sam was his brother. That was just weird. He should have never explained his fantasies about Dr. Sexy to Castiel because Castiel was his sometimes more than regular lover.

Castiel wasn't glaring, which was good, but he was studying Dean, one eyebrow slightly higher than the other. Lips pursed. They looked nice like that, Dean thought. Maybe nicer than Dr. Sexy's.

“I think I might enjoy the show more without your commentary,” Castiel said.

Dean nodded and shut up. He felt Castiel lean more heavily into him. They watched another hour of “Dr. Sexy” like that, shoulder-to-shoulder, thigh-to-thigh. Castiel felt more real next to Dean than Dr. Sexy ever did up against that wall or in his fantasies.

“Do you think I should grow out my hair?”

There was a commercial for something sold by Sally Field on the television. It was Dean’s turn to be confused. “I know you’re in your rebellious phase, Cas, but most kids get a tattoo or weird piercing. Something more permanent to anger daddy.”

Castiel seemed to consider it. “I haven’t noticed a tattoo or piercing on Dr. Sexy.”

Dean narrowed his eyes at Castiel. “This isn’t about pissing off daddy, is it?”

“You seem fond of Dr. Sexy,” Castiel said evenly, not looking at Dean but instead at the Red Bull ad on TV. “Red Bull gives you wings,” it said and Castiel was intrigued.

“Cas, I’m fond of the Impala. I’m fond of pie. Doesn’t mean you need to start wearing all black or showing up smelling like cherries.”

“You’re more than fond of pie, Dean,” Castiel said and was at least looking at Dean again.

“Still doesn’t mean you should ever smell like cherries.”

Castiel closed the distance between them and softly kissed Dean. “You’re more than fond of the Impala, too.” He kissed Dean again.

“I’m not going stop you from wearing leather every once in a while.”

Dean was not fond of diplomatic use of the tongue and instead pillaged Castiel’s mouth with his. Castiel put up with it for a bit, but then pushed Dean away. “Why? Does Dr. Sexy wear leather?”

Finally getting it, Dean said, “You’re jealous.” Castiel’s expression did not change. “You’re really hot when you’re angry, Cas.” Castiel’s expression still did not change. There was a magic word Dean was not using. “Take your pants off, I’m going to blow that fucking scowl off your face.”

The magic word was not pants, blow, fuck, cock, harder, yes, please, faster, Dean, or God, even though all of those words were all said in short order.

After Dean had blown a whole new look of satisfaction onto Castiel’s face, and after Castiel had at least been good with his hands, Dean realized the “Dr. Sexy” marathon had ended.

“It’s over,” Dean lamented.

Castiel ran his hands through Dean’s hair. “Let’s get you some pie. You’ll feel better.”

Dean already felt pretty good. He had Castiel, he was going to get pie. Sure, Sam had the Impala, but he Castiel who could smite Sam should anything befall the Impala. Dean said, “I’m more than fond of you, too, you know.”

Castiel’s hand in his hair stilled. “Fond” also wasn’t the magic word, but it was close.

THIS FIC

Seriously? SERIOUSLY? This is awesome. Sam's such an adorably annoying little (huge) brother. *smirk* He just wants Dean to get some sun, d'aaaaawww.

OH MY GOD... THE HOTEL ROOM PRANK. THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN IN SHOW, LIKE, YESTERDAY. I'M NOT KIDDING. And Castiel's reactions. OH GOD. BRB, dying of laughter XD

Hehe, I knew Dean had Doctor Sexy fantasies! This is totally canon for me, btw. Totally. Of course Cas can totally tell, and awww I actually feel bad for him, trying to change so he can be more like Dean's fantasy when Dean totally likes Castiel better.

Ah, the little things that made me laugh... the cherry smell, the Red Bull, "the Google", and how "fond" isn't quite a declaration of love, but Dean's getting there. *snuggles all these parts*

Seriously, these comments ALWAYS get away from me. Sorry for rambling like a crazy person. In conclusion - this is hilarious & sweet with a sprinkling of hot right at the end, and I love it. Thank you. :D

But I love it when the comments get away from you! I'm so glad you liked it, with the red hearts and everything!

And now that I think about it, how has the motel room joke not been done before?! Am I a more evil genius than Dean? Frightening thought.

So thank you AND you're welcome. Also, keep the prompts coming ;)

Thanks :) Poor Eliot. I'm glad John likes him.

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!"

Dean was so giddy he swapped plates with Sam and immediately dove into his newly acquired wilted lettuce. He figured since it wasn't really food, he could talk with lettuce in his mouth. "I can't let you and your secret angel boyfriend have sex again until I find out more about him. Eat up," Dean said, motioning with his fork at the half eaten cheeseburger and fries.

Sam was not happy. Dean loved it.

"You realize the burger thing is an only Cas thing, right? It's not like we can keep Michael out of you and Zachariah away from you on a burger-only diet."

Dean shrugged, but kept eating his salad. Or Sam's salad because there wasn't any bacon it, the way Dean was obviously going to order all of his future salads.

"That would be amazing, though. Truly divine, actually."

Sam smirked at him. "Would it? You'd never have sex with Cas again. But you also wouldn't be Michael's meatsuit."

It dawned on him and Dean was horrified. He had to remind himself that it was simply a thought experiment dreamed up by his demonic brother, not really a choice he was going to have to make. "If that was the only way to save the world, they would have to rename Sophie's Choice after me."

"Dean, that was about a mother deciding which of her children would live. This is you deciding between sex and burgers."

"It's a hard fucking choice, man!"

Sam rolled his eyes and made an affectionately condescending face that Dean felt only older brothers should be able to use.

“You’ve already made it, Dean.”

Dean was too busy chewing on a tomato to answer. He made a “huh?” face. He also decided to like tomatoes. They reminded him of burgers, they could make the transition easier.

“You’re willingly eating a salad, dumbass.”

“Oh,” Dean said. He looked at the salad for answers. Why am I eating you? his eyes asked it. It responded in its fresh scent. Sex, it said. “Sex it is.”

When Dean called Castiel that night from his motel room, he used a new bit of dirty talk he had thought of while driving. “If your wings are lettuce, let me be your—wait that wasn’t it. Shit.”

“Dean?”

“It wasn’t that good anyway. Look, I haven’t had red meat in, like, two days. I’m clean.”

Castiel landed in the room, already taking off his trench coat. “I’ll try to understand your taste in music better,” he said.

Dean shrugged the suggestion off along with his shirt. “Cas, it wouldn’t be love if there weren’t sacrifices.”

Castiel smiled. “You make me happier than those terrible burgers, Dean.”

(Then they had sex.)

Bahahahaha. True love!

I especially love your dialogue - they sound so much like *them* (she says, insightfully). Awesome.

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH YOU WROTE MORE ILU ILU ILUUUUUUUU

Unfortunately I have, like, zero time to read right now, but I swear on Dean & Castiel's gay, blasphemous, interspecies love that I'll be back later tonight & do more squeeing all over the damn place.

For now, I give to you very big *hugs*

BE BACK LATER, PROMISE!

I'm glad you accept their gay, blasphemous, interspecies love for the simplicity it is--choosing sex/togetherness over burgers/apartness :)

And thank you so much for the dialog comment. I know I lapse into intermittent OOCness, so I'm so happy to at least be doing the dialog right! And thank you for tracking this and commenting. You're awesome [insert appropriate Dean gif here]

I'm stealing "Dean and Castiel's gay, blasphemous, interspecies love." (Well, I already did above, BUT I'M STEALING IT MOAR.)

Just a warning.

*sniggering* Cas, your Pavlovian response to ground beef is hilarious & so very regrettable! And Dean may say he's giving up burgers for "sex", but really... he's giving 'em up because he loves Cas so much. *nods* Trufax.

I kind of adore Dean for being dense enough to think that beef is angel repellent. OMG, I love this line - Dead cow smell was his angelic kryptonite. HA!!! XD And Sam actually suggested they get BACK to talking about Dean's sex life! I think Dean was getting to close to the fact that Sam's bunking w/Gabriel. *eyebrow waggle*

*snerk* And Dean communicated with Sam's salad. AWESOME!

This is completely fun, and the end is the freakin' best. :D Heck yeah they did! \o/ Also, I agree w/

twfftw, great voices. Very "them".

So... another instance of comment-brevity!fail (because it seems I'm incapable of helping it). *blushes* Regardless, more red hearts for this fic and for you!!

LOL, steal away! I took the phrase from someone else, and I got permission from them to use it, so I think it's available for public use. :)

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