http://hobnailedboots.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] hobnailedboots.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] comment_fic2012-05-08 11:13 am

Tuesday: Tropes

Good morning! I'm [livejournal.com profile] hobnailedboots and I'm hosting this week.

The theme for today is tropes (for which, see tvtropes.org): maybe someone's show is falling victim to Executive Meddling? Perhaps people need to be Undercover Lovers?

As always, remember the rules:

-No more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills one of your prompts, you are then free to prompt again!
-No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
-No spoilers in prompts!
-If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

Prompts should be formatted as follows:
-Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

Some examples:

-Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, Belligerent Sexual Tension
-Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Green-Eyed Epiphany
-Harry Potter, Malfoys, Magical Nanny

You don't need to link to a specific trope; as long as it's a known archetype or convention then it's fine (e.g. shared body heat).

Have fun, everyone!

tag=tropes

This is Dean/Cas mid season 6 AU- continued in my journal as it inspired an idea for a longer fic.

[identity profile] iamala.livejournal.com 2012-05-08 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
They were just about the corner the creature and cremate his slimy ass when Dean’s torch caught against the damp walls and fell, rapidly extinguished.
“Ah crap.” Echoed around the mine as Dean watched his only weapon destroyed and knew the Wendigo had seen it too.
“TORCH HIM SAMMY!”
“DEAN!” But Dean wasn’t fast enough to out run a desperate wendigo and as he stumbled he felt clammy hands push him to the ground and-
SNAP.
“DEAN?!” But Sam’s cry was unheard as Dean let out a piercing shriek of pain and gripped his leg. He was aware long enough to see a furious Castiel charge at his attacker brandishing several handmade molotovs before blacking out.
*
He was fuzzily aware of arms around him, pushing him into what he thought must be the Impala as he brother’s voice sounded urgently somewhere to his left.
“The woods yeah... tree fell... badly broken...”
“Dean? Dean.” Castiel’s voice snapped him into focus for a second. “Sam has called an ambulance, they will meet us at the road, you will be healed soon.” His voice was serious but oddly emotionless, as if he had was Cas from the early days as Heaven’s bitch delivering an order. Dean panicked suddenly that Castiel had got his Grace back and- but the blackness enveloped him before he could think anymore.
*
“Looks like a femur break...”
“Could be bleeding...”
“Need to get him moving...”
“Morphine...”
Dean struggled to open his eyes as he felt himself being jostled, moved somewhere. A sudden stab of excruciating pain in his leg. Voices. Sam. Castiel.
Castiel. Wait- Cas was acting oddly he- he had Grace- he- leaving- Cas couldn’t leave- needed Cas- not safe in Heaven-
“Stay with me.” Slurred out and he reached out wildly for some part of Cas.
“I’m sorry only family can-“
“I’m his brother!”
“Cas...” A hand suddenly found his and he squeezed it tight. “Cas don’t go... not safe.”
Sam watched as his brother slurred, delirious with pain and gripping onto Cas like a lifeline. The paramedics moved to get Dean into the back of the ambulance.
“I’m sorry sir, only one person can travel with him and family gets priority.” The short haired paramedic tried to pull Dean’s hand away but Dean objected loudly.
“Cas!”
“He’s his fiancé.” Sam spat out before he could think. Cas looked at his sharply, eyes wide. “He’s his fiancé- same as family. Take him, I’ll follow in the car.” That seemed good enough for the paramedic who climbed in and pulled Cas after her, slamming the doors shut unceremoniously.
Sam dragged a hand through his hair and climbed into the Impala, hoping for once, that the angel would remember to lie.