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.



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

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Dream A Little Dream Of Me 2/2

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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.