Tuesday: Camera!

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Hello, everyone! I’m scarlet_gryphon, and I'm back with another theme for y'all.

Today’s theme is Camera! Does the click-click-click of a camera's shutter drive someone wild? What's seen through a camera's lens? You're deciding, so prompt away!

Some quick examples:

Stargate Atlantis, Lorne/Parrish, He never had to take a picture; every inch of his lover was captured in his mind's eye.

Warehouse 13, Claudia & Jinks, Claudia finds a photograph of his sister online, and finally understands why he's so protective of her.


As always, remember to follow the rules:

• Only three prompts from a fandom


• Only five prompts in a row


• If one prompt gets filled, you can leave a new one.


• No spoilers in your prompts until a week after airdate/publication


• If your fill contains a spoiler, please warn accordingly and leave space for the spoiler.
  

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[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Any, any, if anyone took a picture of us now they'd have to be told / that we had ever laid in bed and tied a navy knot with arms at night...

Someone Else's Memory

[xpnkitty.livejournal.com]

Sam thought it would be better when Castiel found a way to get back to them.

He’d pictured the scene between the angel and his brother as one of forgiveness and confessions on both sides, and even dared to hope that Castiel’s temporary death would have shocked Dean past his continuing sexuality crisis – it’s not like he didn’t know they’d fucked, not that Dean would ever admit to it – but no.

Dean and his angel stood at an arm’s length from each other, in the most awkward standoff Sam had honestly ever seen in his life. You’d think they were strangers, or perhaps even bitter enemies the way Dean was clenching his jaw and the stiff set to Castiel’s shoulders. If anything, they’d gone backwards.

And it was honestly painful to watch them.

“Castiel,” Dean addressed his former friend and lover, and his tone was as hard as steel. Sam briefly considered snapping a picture, just so the two of them could see how stupid they were being, but it wasn’t really his place. They had to do this on their own.

“Dean.” Preliminaries out of the way, they both fell silent again, and Sam honestly wondered what had been said between them when he’d gone off to look for the blood, because this was ridiculous.

“If you guys are done with your staring contest,” Sam interrupted them finally, unable to take any more of this, “We do have a hunt to get on with.”

“Right,” Dean answered, snapping right into his business tone and heading for the car without a backward glance, “let’s go Sam.”

He met Castiel’s wounded blue eyes as they tracked Dean’s retreating back, and Sam sighed, not naïve enough to think for a minute that this wasn’t going to blow up in all of their faces.

He started towards the car after Dean, already feeling as weary as if they’d traveled a hundred miles, but hesitated when Castiel made no motion to join him. “Cas,” He began, hoping that he’d come up with some reassurance, something to say, but Castiel saved him from his floundering.

“Perhaps it is best if I don’t join you on this particular hunt, Sam.” The angel told him, and by hunt, Sam had no doubt that the problem was not the hunt, but Dean.

“He’ll come around,” Sam tried to plead, unwilling to see Dean drive the last, best thing he’d ever had out the door just because of his pride, even as he read the doubt clear in Castiel’s eyes.

And then the angel was gone, leaving Sam to get into the car with his brother alone.

“Cas not coming?” Dean asked, and his tone suggested clearly that he didn’t care, but underneath Sam could still read the hurt and surprise that colored it. “Freaking angels.” He turned the radio up almost painfully loud, but Sam knew better than to complain.

Instead, he thought of one of the psychic images he’d gotten from the two of them - back when the demon blood had allowed some degree of telepathy.

It was like looking through a stranger's eyes.

His brother and his angel lay in bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms, and Sam could see his brother’s soul laid bare for the first and only time, twined together with the angel’s grace. They were clearly in love, and he knew that nothing else mattered to them save for each other; no other world existed outside of the bed they'd just made love in. Despite it being his brother, they were beautiful – radiant together.

Sam thought of it and wondered how far it was possible to fall, and how they’d ever gotten to this.