Monday - Music & Lyrics

[weesta.livejournal.com]

Greetings! I'm weesta and I'll be your guest hostess for the week. It may be a little lighter and fluffier than you're used to around here this week, but it'll all be in good fun!

Today's theme is MUSIC & LYRICS.

Do you have a song you 'ship your favorite pair to? Is there a character with some musical talent just screaming to get out? Do you just want to write a scene with people singing naked kareoke? Go for it! Prompt with an artist, lyric or song title, instrument or anything musically related and see what magic our writers will make.

Please be kind to the Code Monkeys and remember the posting format: Your Fandom or Crossover, Your Pairing, "Your prompt". One prompt per comment.

Examples:

CWRPS, Steve Carlson/Jensen Ackles, "Peaceful Easy Feeling" (Eagles)

Lost, Claire/Charlie, lullaby

More than one writer can respond to a prompt. You may leave more than one prompt, and you can answer your own prompts.

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[weesta.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, "Broken Wings" (Mr. Mister)

[wendyr.livejournal.com]

This is more of an "inspired by" "Broken Wings" than actually adhering to the song...and I mainly focused on the "your half of the flesh and blood that makes me whole" line. Hope you enjoy :)



“I’m leaving,” Castiel speaks as if he is explaining quantum physics to a particularly slow five year old, “because I have no reason to stay.” He has been among the humans, and especially alongside Dean, long enough to know that the flash of emotion in Dean’s eyes is agony. He watches curiously as Dean struggles to mask it.
Dean simply stares at him mutely, because he is convinced that if he speaks, the he won’t be able to hold the floodgates, and Dean Winchester does not cry over ridiculous things like angels going back where they belong.
“Dean?” Castiel waits for a moment, but no response is forthcoming. “Is something wrong?” He prods gently
“I can’t believe you’re just going to go.” Dean’s voice is barely audible, but to Castiel, each word is like an explosion.
“I thought you would be glad to be rid of me.”
“You were wrong.”
“Dean…you don’t need me. You and your brother were fighting evil long before I came to you. You’ll do the same after I’m gone.”
“Yeah… only… Sammy really isn’t himself lately, and I don’t know how to fix that. I have nobody to turn to, Cas. You’re it.” Dean finally makes eye contact. “Why does everybody leave me?”
“Dean…”
“I mean… I know I’m really not that great a reason to stay, but I don’t know how I’m going to do this without you.”
“Do what without me?”
“Live.” Dean sighs heavily and sinks down onto the nearest chair, defeated. “Some part of me broke after everything Sammy and I went through. I feel… when you’re not here, I feel like part of me is missing… and you’re that part. And now that the war is over, you’re abandoning me, just like everybody else.”
“Wait. Stop.” Castiel sits beside Dean, reaching one hand out to him. “I had only planned to leave because I thought you would want me to go after everything was done. If you want me to stay, I’ll stay. I am, after all, supposed to look after you.”
Dean takes Castiel’s offered hand. “I want you to stay.”
Smiling now feels almost as natural to Castiel as flexing his wings, and when he smiles at Dean this time, he finds that he truly means it for the first time in… well, maybe ever.

[lorilann.livejournal.com]

Aww, I'm glad Castiel stayed for Dean and for himself.