comment_fic | TERRIFIC TUESDAY: Whump

Hello everybody

theladymore here with another theme for you today. Today's theme is a little one of my favorite topics...WHUMP.

Incase you do not know what whump is it is when a fanfiction author puts either physical or mental strain on a character. So for those authors like me who squeal at the thought of John Sheppard at the hands of captors, like to look into Danny William's fragile mental psyche or even just Spencer Reid reactig to a paper cut then this day is for you.

Just remember the rules when posting your prompt:

-No More than 5 Prompts in a Row
-No More than 3 per fandom
-No spoilers in the prompt, and if your fic response has spoilers, please warn and leave adequate space.

To make the job easier to the codemonkies hard at work to make this community great here's some examples

Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny, Trying to help Danny through his depression
Criminal Minds, Reid + or / author's choice, "It's just a paper cut you are not going to die!"
Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard, The Trouble Magnent.
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, Broken bones.

theme=whump.

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From:

murf1307.livejournal.com

(because, apparently, every prompt is an excuse to get them back in each others' company)

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Dean briefly thanks God that he'd gone to check on his baby today. It's probably the first time in years that he's thanked the bastard for anything, but he's got damn good reason now.

Because Cas is there, in the backseat. Dean doesn't know how, doesn't give a flying fuck, because it's Cas and he's here and fuck, he's doing that glowy-bleedy thing that angels do when they're close to dead. That's an emergency situation, so he throws open the door and slides into the space between the seats, close to Cas's face, and asks him, "Cas, Cas, tell me what I have to do."

Cas blinks, and their eyes meet for a moment before Cas closes his eyes again. "I do not think there is anything you can do," he says, his breathing shallow. One of the glowing wounds is a deep gash in his abdomen, and this is the first time Dean has ever seen light drip.

No. No. There has to be something he can do, because Cas can't handle this on his own, can't heal himself or else he wouldn't be fucking bleeding light all over the backseat.

"There's gotta be something, Cas, just tell me, please." His voice catches on the 'please,' but he doesn't care.

A breath rattles out of Cas. “Might be,” he whispers. “The…the scar on your shoulder.”

Dean remembers after a split second, and he’s got his shirts off in an instant after that. He pulls the hand that matches the scar up and presses it against the print, not sure what this will do.

When skin touches skin, light explodes behind Dean’s eyes, and pain and pleasure dance together and he gets a sense of Cas, closer than they’ve ever been, soul-close, and Dean lets out a noise that defies description before it’s over.

He can see again, and the wounds all over Cas are starting to close. Cas’s eyes are shut, but he’s still bleeding, and that’s a damn good sign, as far as Dean can figure it.

“Dean,” Cas says, and Dean shivers as he realizes that this is real, that Cas is back.

A thousand things well up and choke Dean, and he can’t see a word as Cas turns his eyes – so fucking blue, he’d forgotten just how fucking blue they are – to him and just looks at him.

There’s apology and guilt in that gaze, and Dean is fucking terrified, because he doesn’t want Cas’s apologies, he just wants Cas.

They’ve both fucked up, both done shit they need to fix, but that’s not important right now.

Right now, what’s important is the fact that they’re both here, and they’re both alive, and Cas is going to stay alive now, and Dean won’t ever let him die again, now that he knows about this weird hand-scar thing.

He can’t help himself, and presses his lips to Cas’s. It’s soft and hesitant. He’s never done this with Cas before, and he wants it to be good, wants Cas to see that it’s gonna be okay, that they’re gonna be okay, because Cas is back now, and that’s close enough to all right for now.

They’re gonna be okay, and that’s better than Dean could’ve ever dreamed.