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Friday: Fantasy

Hello, everyone. I'm

mithrel, and our last theme for the week is Fantasy. Encountering mythological creatures. A sexual fantasy. Dreaming of something different. If it has to do with fantasy, post it!

Remember to format your prompts correctly:

Suits, one-sided Mike/Harvey. He knows it will never happen, but that doesn't stop him from dreaming.
Dr. Who, any, a planet filled with dragons/griffins/unicorns, etc.

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No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom in a row.
Absolutely no spoilers in prompts
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Supernatural, John/Gabriel, wee!chesters, Gabriel brings the boys mythical creatures as pets.

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Dean is half-dragon, Cas has a thing for his wings.

Supernatural, wee!chesters, they find Narina

Are you thinking of a human Cas? Or show Cas? I don't want to write something you won't enjoy. :)

Edited 2012-02-24 11:43 (UTC)

Up to the writer. :D I'm good with him being human or angel.

Supernatural, girl!Sam/Gabriel and/or Lucifer, She always had fantasies about a guy, who could keep up with her (because if you grow up with Dean, you are bound to have some standarts)

Silmarillion, Maglor, wanting his brothers and his fathers back

Supernatural, Sam /& Hallucifer, I'm you dark fantasy

Sherlock BBC, Moriarty, He fantasizes to kill someone

Sherlock BBC, Any, school boy/girl kink

Edited 2012-02-24 12:57 (UTC)

Any, Any, it is his/her deepest secret that he/she loves the fantasy genre.

LOTR, Merry/Pippin, dreaming of you

Any, Any, Yes, this is definitely my fantasy

I couldn't help myself. This wrote itself.
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Once upon a time there was a woman named Mary Campbell. She fell in love with a man named John Winchester and together they had two sons. When the youngest was six months old, Mary was murdered. She died before she could tell her husband one very important fact about herself: she was a dragon.

When Mary and John's elder son Dean reached puberty, he was surprised to find that he was growing wings. They were dark, leathery things and Dean despised them. He hated that they made him different from everyone else. He hated that they wouldn't disappear. He hated how all the human kids he knew teased him about them. They were completely useless as well as ugly. He couldn't even use them to fly.

When Dean was an adult, he gave up on ever finding someone outside his family who would love him. He devoted himself to working in his father's foundry and rarely spoke to anyone who wasn't his father or brother.

When Dean turned twenty-two, his younger brother Sam (who hadn't been cursed with dragon wings and instead breathed fire) went to university in a village on the other side of the country. Dean had never wanted to leave the village he'd been born in, but now that his brother resided so far away, Dean had to visit him.

Along the way, Dean kept to himself. He tried to avoid staying in inns where he'd have to explain his hybrid wings. Instead he slept outside, using his wings to shield him from the weather. But on one particularly nasty night, Dean decided to brave the nearest pub and have an ale beside the fire. Everyone in the tavern stared at him, but after his first lager, Dean didn't care.

But no amount of alcohol would have stopped Dean from attacking the man who dared touch one of his wings.

"I'm sorry," the other man apologised, as Dean pressed him against the wall. Dean ignored the calls to take the fight outside. "I've never seen wings like yours before."

"Doesn't give you the right to touch me," said Dean.

"I know," said the man. "I couldn't help myself. They're so amazing."

Dean released the man. "You think my wings are amazing?"

"Enthralling is a better word," said the man. Even as he spoke to Dean his eyes tracked the movements of Dean's wings.

For the first time in Dean's life, someone who wasn't family was looking at his wings without disgust. Dean used the other man's distraction to look at him more closely. He was attractive, Dean could admit. He had hair darker than Dean's wings and eyes brighter than the sky on the clearest day. Dean felt that he himself was a enthralled. "I'm Dean," he said.

"Castiel."

"Can I buy you a drink?" Dean asked, wondering where he'd found this new confidence. "To apologise for pushing you against that wall."

"Only if I may buy you one to apologise for touching your wing."

Dean smiled and accepted. They sat down at a table together and ended up talking so long that the owner of the pub kicked them out. When Castiel learned that Dean didn't have any place to stay the night, he offered to let Dean share his bed.

Dean blushed. "I'd like that," he said and was pleased to note that Castiel reddened the same way.

When they reached Castiel's cottage, Dean couldn't stop himself and pinned Castiel against the nearest wall, kissing him as best someone who'd never had any practise could.

Castiel made pleased noises and returned the kiss just as eagerly.

"Where's the bedroom?" asked Dean.

Castiel led the way and they tumbled onto the bed together. Dean pulled at Castiel's shirt, trying to get it off him. As much as he wanted to savour his first time with someone, Dean was in a hurry to just feel.

"Wait," said Castiel, looking away from Dean. "There's something I have to tell you, first."

"What is it?" asked Dean, sure that whatever it was could have no bearing on what happened next.

"I'm half-angel," said Castiel. Dean blinked as suddenly feathery wings the exact same colour as Dean's own sprouted out of Castiel's back.

Dean was kind of amazed. "Cas," he breathed.

"They're not beautiful as yours--"

Dean cut Castiel up with a kiss. "Shut up. I never thought I'd find someone who liked my wings."

"But--"

This time Dean pressed a finger to Castiel's lips. "They're amazing and enthralling. Just like you."

Highlander, any, wingfic

Spoilers:For the basic S4 storyline.

So he could've gotten on board with the scales, they were only over his stomach and back anyway. The retractable fangs and claws? were awesome. But he drew the line at wings.
"No, seriously, how?"
"I have explained how, Dean," Castiel was possibly the only person (or angel, whatever) more pissed off with this entire business than Dean. Yeah, and ok, he had explained. Four times even. But couldn't he have explained ten days ago? When Dean could've told the dragons, thanks but no thanks. That he had managed so far without their blessing and he'd manage Lilith's (that bitch) plans without them? Total lie, but whatever worked and left him in a blissfully wings-free life.
The more agitated he got more his wings (friggin' wings) did too. Right now, they were whipping around in a frenzy but he had already knocked over anything there was to knock over. Still, he put in some effort to bring them back under control and turned back to Cas- who was looking at his wings. He had never seen Cas look so...greedy. "Cas," he said, and his voice had deepened. Castiel turned to him, and he had been going to make some glib comment about how he hadn't known Cas felt that way but, "So, not pissed off I guess,"
Blue eyes were now dark, Cas steps forward and grips his left shoulder. "Dean," he says, and, Jesus, he sounds so sure. Dean's wings settle around Cas, almost touching him and he brings his hands up to cradle Castiel's face. It starts off oddly gentle then turns fierce and Cas is running his hands all over his wings and when they break off Dean says, laughing breathlessly, "You love 'em, don't you?"
Cas opens his eyes, and he looks blown apart, and he sounds broken "They are yours, made of your flesh and your bone. I saw them budding and taking shape under your skin and coaxed them out with my grace. They have your blood running through their veins. How could I not?" and he is fierce again by the end. What the hell do you say to something like that. Dean could run far and fast and for a moment he wants to. Then he surrounds Castiel with his arms and his wings and says, "I've got you, alright? I...I've got you,"
Fine then, wings, and dragon-blessings aren't the worst thing that could happen. Sammy got unicorns. Sparkly ones.

Labyrinth, Sarah, she used to use fantasies to escape the real world, now she uses the real world to escape the fantasies.

<3 Awesome. I love how annoyed Dean is with new wings.

Poor Dean! I'm so glad he found Cas. Thank you so much!

thank you! So glad you liked it.

You're welcome. I'm glad Dean found Cas, too. Or did Cas find Dean? Lol.

Lol. I also failed at porn!

I love how your story is so different from mine even though they're from the same prompt.

Well, we both agree about some things. Dean+wings=fail.
Dean+Cas+wings=love XD
I like how your story mirrors their canon life so well.

Firefly, Simon/Jayne, Simon has this way of making it safe for him to open up about his fantasies and Jayne admits for the first time that he's always wanted someone he could surrender control to.

Too true. =)

I think the fact that my story mirrored canon so much is why it was so easy to write. I barely had an original thought.

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