Sunday: QUARTERLY CONTEST SPECIAL FREE FOR ALL

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Happy Sunday guys. The weekend is almost closing... but we've got the quarterly contest to look forward to next week! Stay tuned for details, and in the meantime, have a special Free For All. That's right, you can actually leave prompts today! All fandoms, characters, and prompts will be accepted today.



Please do remember the rules though:

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

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- Please be kind, and format your prompts properly. For example:

Leverage, Eliot/Parker/Hardison, our own kind of happiness

Losers/Supernatural, Jensen/Ash, the unhackable hack (eat it, dust cloud)

If there's nothing catching your eye, you can check out our lonely prompts - just remember that the contest should be starting tomorrow morning.

Happy writing!

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[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Supernatural; Lucifer/Castiel; "Don't fret, precious, I'm here."

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

He doesn't have the strength to stand, let alone fight Lucifer when he appears.

Castiel is bleeding, bloody, and the thing he regrets most at this moment is that he doesn't have the Grace necessary to clean Jimmy's clothing.

He doesn't want the spreading red stains to stick, but that is something he can't help but want gone.

There is a hand in his hair, and his head is being dragged up to meet Lucifer's eyes, and all Castiel can think is that he is going to die, and he won't even have left Jimmy with clean clothing.

"You don't seem to know how to survive fights, even the ones you have won," Lucifer says, and Castiel can't even begin to wonder at what he means.

But Lucifer sighs and hauls him up, forcing Castiel to stand on unsteady legs.

His mind feels dizzy, and he feels like he's fading, drifting away.

But Lucifer puts a hand on his forehead and there is the sudden heat of a blast of power, and Castiel's mind sharpens into clear focus.

He blinks and the clothing is clean, and he has his sword, and Lucifer is smiling darkly.

"Your Winchesters are coming. I'm afraid our talk must wait for later," Lucifer says, and vanishes.

Csatiel has Grace in him, he is strong again, but he can feel it, can feel how it's not his own power.

He can feel Lucifer's taint in his bones, but he cannot reject it, and before he can think about it more Dean and Sam round the corner, coming into view.

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Mmmm, delicious. :9

♥♥♥♥!!

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

:D Thanks!

Dream A Little Dream Of Me 1/2

[misachan.livejournal.com]

Castiel has walked through Dean's dreams many times but this is the first time he's had one of his own. The last thing he remembers is sitting behind Dean and Sam in the Impala; he must have..."nodded off," he believes is the term. It's disconcerting.

He's in a familiar room. He walks the length of it, trying to place it in his memory when he shivers. He crouches and sees a charred circle on the floor; he touches it and his fingers sting. Holy oil. Horror floods him; he knows where he is, the place where Death rose, but as he stands up he knows the realization comes too late. There's a presence behind him, a darkness, and Castiel turns to see Lucifer standing there in his rotting vessel. "Well," Lucifer says, with an appraising look that burns. "Isn't this interesting."

Castiel has time to take a step back before Lucifer grabs him by the collar and hauls him off his feet. "I've never walked through an angel's dream before," Lucifer says. "What an odd feeling." He shoves Castiel against the wall hard enough to drive the breath out of his lungs. Lucifer watches him gasp, a mixture of amusement and actual concern in his red-lined eyes. "You're so weak you actually need to breathe," he marvels. "Oh, Castiel, what have they done to you?"

He feels what little remains of his Grace leap at how Lucifer lilts the last syllable of his name. He's too young to have really known the Morningstar as he was, that being of perfect beauty, but he can't stop himself from being himself drawn to the echo. He closes his eyes. "Let me go."

Lucifer clucks his tongue at him. "This all must be quite terrifying for you," he says, so close that Castiel finally understands Dean's complaints about personal space. "To be so helpless. But, that's what comes of helping the humans. They destroy everything, little brother. They're a cancer infesting this beautiful world our Father created."

"You underestimate them. Dean and Sam will defeat you."

"And then what becomes of you?" Lucifer presses one hand to Castiel's chest and it's cold, so cold Castiel's whole body shakes. "I can still feel it, you know. Your Grace, deep inside like a dying ember. But if they win, these little humans you love so much, it will wither until you're no better then they. You'll be trapped forever in this...meat." Lucifer leans close to his ear. "I would rather be in the Pit." Castiel feels those eyes appraise him for a moment, then Lucifer tips his chin up. "But don't fret. I can stoke it, little brother. Make you strong again. So strong even the archangels will flinch from you."

And there's a moment, the briefest instant but an eternity to an angel, where Castiel considers it. "No," he says, weighing that promise of power against the revulsion on Dean's face.

Lucifer smiles. "You'll feel differently once I'm done."

Dream A Little Dream Of Me 2/2

[misachan.livejournal.com]

Dean. Dean, wake me up. "I said no." He feels genuine panic for the first time in his existence; Lucifer's grip is too strong to break, he can't fly, he's never dreamed before and he doesn't know how to wake up.

"Shh, shh," Lucifer says, putting one finger across Castiel's lips. "Hush now." He feels his voice die in his throat. "You forget, little brother, you're not actually human. I don't need your permission for anything."

Dean. Sam. He's screaming inside his head, struggling against Lucifer, something that would have been futile even at his full strength. He feels Lucifer's hand press against his forehead. Please. Please, wake me up.

"This will hurt."

Dean.

He jerks awake, gasping and disoriented. "That's it Cas, take it easy. You're all right, you're all right." It takes a few seconds to realize he's still in the backseat of the car, Dean's hand on is shoulder. "Baby's first nightmare, huh?"

Castiel nods. He sags against the seat, shivering with his hands over his face.

"Sucks, don't they." He takes the moment to determine if Dean's making fun of him---he's never entirely sure---but there's nothing but sympathy in Dean's eyes. "Welcome to the human race, Cas."

Castiel nods again. It seems the appropriate thing to do. "Thank you."

"Look, Cas, I know how real that must've felt, but it was just a dream, okay? It can't really hurt you."

Castiel smothers the sudden, hysterical urge to laugh---not well enough, he sees the flash of worry in Dean's eyes. "Of course," he says, getting himself back under control. Dean doesn't need to know. Castiel is supposed to ease Dean's burdens, not add to them. In his condition he's already burden enough.

Dean gives him a long, doubting look but doesn't press the issue. "Yeah, well, me and Sammy were about to go on a food run. You want anything?"

"I'm fine."

Dean quirks an eyebrow. "You sure? Best burgers in the county."

"Dean. I'm fine."

"Hey, your loss."

He grabs Dean's wrist as he's about to leave. "Don't let me fall asleep again."

Dean's expression softens. "You gotta sleep, Cas, or at least it looks that way for the time being."

"It's important."

"How about this: if you do fall asleep again, I'll watch you. Any sign of another nightmare, I'll wake you right up. Promise. Deal?"

He supposes that will have to do. "All right," he says, letting Dean go. He watches Dean run to catch up with Sam, counting the minutes until they come back, afraid to close his eyes. He still feels Lucifer's hand on his chest.

He still feels the cold.