THURSDAY! - THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS

[canadiangoddess.livejournal.com]

Well this is my last day as your Guest Host and so I am leaving you with one final prompt:

Through the Looking Glass - this is the ULTIMATE AU

Think mirror!verse, bodyswap!, anything and everything that makes you see how the other side lives.



And the rules one more time –

No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after publication/air date.

If there are spoilers in your story, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt again.

Respect our code monkeys, and follow the standard format with your prompts. Such as:

Leverage, Eliot/Parker, bodyswap! How the hell is he supposed to walk in these heels? And why won't Parker come out of the bathroom?

KANE RPS, Kane/Carlson, Steve's always been the famous one...Chris is just his back-up singing best friend

Supernatural, Sam+Dean (no wincest please), Sam went to hell in Dean's place and lasted two weeks

Don't forget the Lonely Prompts if there's nothing here that interests you today!

Ready...and...GO!!

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Comments

Blue Eyes, Dean/Cas

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

(( Note that I am a good Jewish girl and know next to nothing about Christianity. ))

When he was a child, a blue-eyed angel stood watch over his crib.

It was cheap plastic, painted white with tiny gray-edged wings and eyes as blue as the sky he had believed it used to fly through. He lost it in a fire when he was four, and somehow the half-forgotten toy stood for everything else he lost that night: a home, and a brother, and the love of two parents who never really looked directly at him again.

There was a church down the street from the new house, and some afternoons when Mom cried over singed photo albums and Dad glowered over the rim of a bottle he would slip out of the house and go find Father Robert, a kindly old priest who always had time for a snack and a story and a lonely little boy.

Dean is a little older now, with his own priestly robes (often forgotten, much to the displeasure of the senior priests) and the Good Book tucked under his arm, and a man with blue eyes is waiting for him when he leaves the pulpit.

"Brother Dean," the man says, and Dean notes with some surprise that his expression hardly seems to change at all. "My name is Castiel."

"Castiel," he repeats, the name falling smoothly from his tongue. "The Angel of Thursday, right?"

"Yes." Castiel seems pleased. "I have a message for you."

Dean smiles. "Shoot."

Castiel looks momentarily confused but presses onwards. His tone is flat, rehearsed, as if he's repeating someone else's words verbatim. "The Apocalypse is nigh. You must be prepared."

Dean doesn't think Castiel is a madman. Maybe it makes him crazy, but he truly believes Castiel is a Messenger of God -- the blue of his eyes told him that.

[shi-mo.livejournal.com]

*giggles* now he belives!

thank you!

Re: Blue Eyes, Dean/Cas

[pesha.livejournal.com]

Awww! That's a great look at an AU life. I love your snippet! I'd forgotten how much fun these snippets of fiction could be. Thanks for sharing!