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free-for-all Friday

It's 1pm where I am, so I hope I'm not stepping out of line by making this post.

Today is Free-For-All Friday, so post any prompts you want. However, please remember the following:

* No more than three promtps from one fandom
* No more than five prompts at a time
* No spoilers until a week after airdate/publication
* If your prompt is answered you can leave another
* If you include spoilers in a fic please warn in bold and leave at least three rows of spoiler-space.

Use the following format:

Angel the Series/Leverage, Lindsey&Eliot, I know your scars like they were my own

NCIS, Gibbs/Tony, Tony vanishes after being fired for refusing the La Grenouille case; Gibbs comes back to help track him down

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Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, Wacky Marriage Proposal! (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/WackyMarriageProposal)

This is wonderful. I love how you wove together Tosh's past and death.

Doctor Who, Eleven + Amy, "OH GOD A SPIDER, KILL IT KILL IT!"

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, "When everybody's getting out of bed, I'm usually getting in it. I'm not in it to win it, I'm in it for you." (If It's Love -Train)

His Dark Materials, Will, "And you may find yourself in another part of the world, And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile, And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful
wife, And you may ask yourself-Well...How did I get here?" (Once In A Lifetime - Talking Heads)

Wall-E/Portal, Eve/GLaDOS (Wall-E), "Let's play a game."

Oh, wonderful! Thank you.

Finding Nemo/Ponyo on a Cliff by the Sea, Nemo/Ponyo, Underwater zombie apocalypse

Spoiler for Cold Blood.

He had seen the light touch Rory. Watched the luminescent light from the crack cling to Rory's legs and slowly engulf him. Eleven couldn't bare to watch what would happen next but he knew, felt the tug of memories wanting to fade away. The Doctor had been around too long though and Rory wasn't apart of his future like he was for Amy's, so the memories didn't fade. They strained and frayed but didn't go.

Amy was hallow eyed sometimes, staring into mirrors or places Rory had once stood, knowing that something was missing. It broke the Doctor's heart to see the redhead so lost and conflicted, shrugging off the feelings as just too much traveling. But he was hurting too. His disadvantage was that he remembered everything about Rory.

Especially the sly kisses they had shared here and there along the way. The ones they hung behind when Amy ran off ahead to have. Eleven's hearts ached the way Amy's one should have. But maybe that was the advantage of having two hearts, so he could feel in the absence of others' ability to feel for things they should, but couldn't feel for.

Now, Rory would only ever exist in the Doctor's mind, along with all the rest of people he had ever known or loved. The only difference was that Rory, the memories the Doctor had of him at least, was only in his head and nowhere else, not even in time.

Wheeee! I want to see that episode of the Daily Show.

LOL! Now that was priceless!

“And I would like to get gay married to him.”

That's the best line ever. I fangirl you so hard <3

White Collar, Neal, he doesn't talk about the sacrifices he's had to make to live his life the way he wants

Ha, I almost didn't use it for exactly this reason (getting comments but no fic, nooooo.) but my icon (and I) appreciate the love!

this is kind of bittersweet. Oh, I feel Eleven's pain I really do, but whilst Eleven is suffering I know Rory is still alive (or maybe I just think Eleven hurts so beautifully).

Thank you for writing this x

SPN, Madison, Hellhounds are the souls of dead werewolves.

SPN, Sam/Madison, They meet again in hell.

SPN, Crowley/Bela, she's his favorite student.

Any/IT Crowd; Any & one of the IT team; 'Have you tried turning it off and on again?'

...just wanted to say that I've never seen that icon before, but it's LOVELY. Boy kissing FTW!

Dean Winchester has been dead a long time.

But Azazel had to give the boy credit. He put up one hell of a fight for nearly a year since the night his mama died, finally mellowing out when he realized, sorry kiddo, Azazel is here to stay.

He was the perfect soldier in every way, obeying every order John gave him without question and caring for Sammy--always Sammy--with infinite patience. He never got tired of the irony of Johnny boy chasing his wife's killer across the country when he was right there the whole time.

Most nights, after the sun's gone down and Sammy was fast asleep in bed and John was passed out on the couch with a bottle of Jack in his hand, he would sneak out quietly, and travel to the darkest, ugliest parts of town. It was like coming back home.

Sometimes he deliberately sought the sick and deranged, presenting Dean's body to them as if a gift. He would let them touch Dean and play with him like he was a doll ("No! Stop it! Please!" Dean would cry helplessly at the back of his head, but his voice would always be drowned out by Azazel's laughter), making absolutely certain that he was wide awake and able to feel everything. Sometimes, he would even leave Dean's body while it was all happening, taking great delight in the boy's helplessness despite having full control of his body returned to him. His screams were music to his ears.

Once the humans--monsters, really--were done with him, Azazel would quickly slip back inside Dean's body like he was a coat and get back to his feet. Then, after a snap of his fingers, the humans' cruel laughter would morph into screams as their bodies are devoured by hellfire.

More times than not, he would always return to the motel room with bloody hands. He'd tiptoe quietly to the bathroom and wash himself before tucking himself back in the bed Dean shared with Sam.

"Dean?" Sam would mutter once or twice, awoken by the dipping of the bed.

"Hush, Sammy," he would answer, stroking a hand over the boy's cheek. Ah, there was so much power there just waiting to escape. "Soon," he would whisper. Soon, the world will crumble and Hell will rise, straight to the Heavens. But he could wait. What's another couple decades to a millenia?

"Where were you? You smell like smoke."

"Must be imagining things. I just went out to get some water, that's all. Go back to sleep."

"Oh, okay."

The day Sam leaves for Stanford, Azazel is not happy. He'd foreseen the possibility, having watched Sam's rage grow over the years until he couldn't keep it in anymore, even tending to the fire in the boy's eyes a few times himself. Got to keep the boy fit and ready for his role after all. But while it wasn't unexpected, it still threw a wrench in his plans--a very small one but no less annoying.

Dean's soul is long gone by now, having slipped out of its own body like a shadow sometime during what was supposed to be the boy's teenage years (oh, how fun they were). Azazel had to admit, he missed Dean's presence. His fear, anguish, and hatred was delicious.

John collapses on the couch and buries his head in his hands. A sob escapes from his lips and Azazel rolls his eyes.

"Oh, this won't do at all," Azazel mutters, loud enough for John to hear.

The man swivels his face up at the boy he always thought was Dean, eyes narrowed. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I mean," says Azazel, slowly, with a smirk curling at the edge of Dean's pretty lips, "that you screwed up, Johnny. Because of your idiocy and the fact that you're only human, you've pushed away the one thing that you needed to keep close to you at all times if you wanted any chance at capturing the demon that killed your wife."

John is instantly on his feet with a gun pointed at Dean's chest. Azazel bursts out laughing until he can feel tears pouring out of Dean's beautiful green eyes. "What are you, really?" John barks.

Azazel smiles and decides, what the hell. He blinks and Dean's hazel green eyes vanish, replaced by putrid yellow irises. John's breath hitches. "Get the hell out of my son, now." He cocks his gun. "I won't ask twice."

"Oh, Johnny," he shakes his head, chuckling, "You don't get it, do you? Your son hasn't been home in a long, long time. I've been here since the night poor Mary Winchester burned to a crisp." John flinches and Azazel can see his grip on the gun loosening.

"No... "

"Oh, yes." Azazel raises his hand and snaps his fingers.

*

About an hour later, he's in the Impala and pulling out of the parking lot of the burning motel, passing by a herd of cop cars along the way.

He puts on a Metallica tape and sings along to Enter Sandman.

Sleep with one eye open,
Gripping your pillow tight.
Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
We're off to never neverland.

He's got a long way to go until he reaches Stanford.

It is bittersweet. And I believe Rory's still alive too. I'm hoping that once they get to the bottom of the whole cracks in time thing, that Rory will come back, alive and well (or mebbe I'm just really being hopeful).

^_^ You're welcome!

Author's Choice, Author's Choice, "Alejandro" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niqrrmev4mA) by Lady GaGa

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, he's not really sure when Castiel found the time to become obsessed with Twilight

Bonus if he calls it TWATlight. lol, Twat is an awesome word

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