THURSDAY: APOLOGIES
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comment_ficToday I leave you with apologies. Elliot causes the destruction of Lucille II. Apology time. Dean accidently shoots Sam in the foot. Apology time. Rory fixes Amy a nice candelite dinner, but she gets mad, so he finds himself apologizing, and two days later he's still not sure what he apologized for!
Remember the rules:
* Five prompts in a row, no more than three from one fandom and if you get a prompt filled you can leave a new one.
* No spoilers until a week after air-/publication date, if you're wondering if something's a spoiler it probably is.
* Follow the examples for correct formating:
Leverage, Elliot + Hardison, "I swear I didn't know they were going to firebomb the van!"
Doctor Who, Rory/Amy, "I'm sorry" can go a long way to mending a broken heart
Supernatural, Sam + Dean, he should have known the gun was loaded
I've had a great time this week being your guest host. :) Have fun prompting (and writing)!
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Remember the rules:
* Five prompts in a row, no more than three from one fandom and if you get a prompt filled you can leave a new one.
* No spoilers until a week after air-/publication date, if you're wondering if something's a spoiler it probably is.
* Follow the examples for correct formating:
Leverage, Elliot + Hardison, "I swear I didn't know they were going to firebomb the van!"
Doctor Who, Rory/Amy, "I'm sorry" can go a long way to mending a broken heart
Supernatural, Sam + Dean, he should have known the gun was loaded
I've had a great time this week being your guest host. :) Have fun prompting (and writing)!
tag=apologies
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Date: 2011-11-17 11:54 am (UTC)Broken
Date: 2011-11-17 03:57 pm (UTC)Title: Broken
Pairing: Michael/Lucifer
Rating: R?
Spoliers: S5
Words: 532
Disclaimer: Not mine, living vicariously through fic!
Summary: Prompt: “Sam is there when the ice finally breaks.” Sam’s PoV.
Sam is there when the ice finally breaks, curled up in a corner of his own mind and body, and tired of watching but with nothing else to do. Being in a cage is one thing – he’s been trapped before. Being stuck in a hole with this much energy, anger simmering on the surface and power crackling along the edges of his consciousness, is claustrophobic.
They’ve fought, the angels, and Sam thinks the word angel is a misleading one because that was *brutal*. They left their inadequate human hosts so they could do it properly and Sam, free within his own body but trapped without, bent his face to his knees and tried to dull the ringing in his ears. He struggles to keep track of time in the cage, and couldn’t tell how long it went on for if anyone ever had the opportunity to ask.
When the violence stops Sam feels it in his entire body. The tremors have stopped and the ringing in his ears is only residual and that power, restrained once more, is back to pushing against his skin as if it wants to crawl inside him. But the anger is gone. There is something else in its place, yes, but the anger is *gone*.
Sam understands when Lucifer takes over his body again, still raw from his clash with Michael. He doesn’t want to, but he catches glimpses of thousands of years of regret, love and loneliness and betrayal. He can see regret on Adam’s face too, flashes of Michael he doesn’t know are escaping onto the face of his host. Michael looks at Lucifer like he can see right through Sam, and Sam is sure that Lucifer is looking at his brother in the same way.
Lucifer crawls across the unyielding dirt of their cage and touches Michael’s face and Michael understands. The angels need human bodies to do this, and Sam, try as he might, can’t hide from it. Michael lets Lucifer push inside him, apologies in the curve of his spine and the flush on his cheeks and the shine in his eyes, and even on his own face, Adam is nowhere to be seen. Sam can feel sensations bleeding through into his consciousness, desperate kisses, the flesh of Michael’s shoulder between Lucifer’s teeth and heat. The slide of Lucifer inside his brother’s body and his grief that this will only ever be temporary.
They angels lose control in the downward spiral of their desire and Sam is thankful that, every time this happens, he blacks out before the end. It is quiet when he eventually comes back to himself after the last time, and the maddening pressure has eased enough for him to breathe easily. But a moment later it is too quiet, and for the first time, Sam can feel all that energy and power focussed on himself, and it *hurts*. He was there when the ice had finally broken, but the angels need something else to play with now. And Sam can’t keep track of time in the pit, but it stretches out slow. He doesn’t know when, but the next thing Michael and Lucifer will break is him.
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Date: 2011-11-17 01:53 pm (UTC)I hope this is what you had in mind
Date: 2011-11-17 05:56 pm (UTC)The door opens and reveals a morose, unshaven Crowley holding a full glass of scotch. He stares at Castiel in confusion before saying, "Do I know you?"
"Yes. I am Castiel."
Crowley's eyes widen in shock. "Castiel's dead," he states almost robotically.
"I'm not dead Crowley," Castiel says softly, his new stomach twisting at the sight of denial and greedy hope flashing across the demon's face. "My vessel was destroyed but my Grace was able to escape. I've spent the last few weeks trying to recover my powers but it appears that I may have lost many of them forever."
Crowley's face closes as suspicion enters his eyes. "Wait here," he commands before closing the door in Castiel's face.
Several minutes later Crowley returns, grabs Castiel's hand, and pours bleach onto it. Castiel tenses but does not recoil, even when Crowley proceeds to slice open his palm with a silver knife.
"Well, it seems you're not a shape-shifter or a Leviathan," Crowley muses.
Crowley releases Castiel's hand and the angel hurriedly wipes it against his jeans. He looks at his palm and sees that the wound is healed, although it still stings from contact with the bleach. He shows the unblemished palm to Crowley and asks, "Do you now believe it is me?"
Crowley considers him carefully before saying, "Perhaps you are Castiel. However," he adds with suspicion clear in his voice, "if you are who you claim to be then I have no idea why you're here. Castiel terminated our partnership when he broke our deal and turned me into some sort of underling. Your brains must really have gotten scrambled if you thought that when you turned up I would help you out of the goodness of my heart."
Castiel bows his head in shame. "I doubt it will make much difference to you, but I came here to apologize. When I betrayed you I had the best of intentions. I wanted to carry the burden of all that power alone. I thought that I was the most capable to wield it and that it would be best for everyone - including you - if I became the new God. I had plans for this world that I wanted to see come to fruition. I wanted to save this planet before establishing the natural order. In time I would have given you the power you were owed and let you truly become the new Devil. But I was afraid you would have your own plans and that they would interfere with my own so I broke our deal. I freely admit that I was guilty of hubris and treachery, and for that I ask your forgiveness."
Crowley is silent for a moment before punching Castiel. The angel stumbles, his hand moving to his jaw as he stares in bemusement at Crowley. The demon glares at him as he hisses, "That was for letting me think you were dead." He then disappears and reappears right before Castiel. "This is for being a moron." Crowley grabs hold of Castiel and drags him down into a kiss that is desperate and possessive and in no ways unwanted. Castiel kisses back with an equal amount of desperation, his hand grasping Crowley's shoulder in order to maintain his balance.
When the kiss finally ends, Castiel rests his forehead against Crowley's and breathes, "Thank you."
"If you betray me again I will send all the legions of Hell after you," Crowley growls, his eyes glittering dangerously as he continues to press Castiel's body against him.
Castiel's lips twitch into his first smile in a long time. "I understand."
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