comment_fic 71-75: Charmed, Supernatural, Gilmore Girls
Title: lions and witches, oh my
Fandom: Charmed
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: changed future
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 150
Point of view: third
Prompt: Wyatt/Chris, magically going on vacation somewhere
"Look, I'm not sure this is such a good idea," Chris says right before they go. "Wyatt, we could change everything!"
Wyatt scoffs. "You know us better than that, Chris. C'mon. Don’t you want to get away from demons for awhile?"
"Well, yeah." Chris glances at the portal. "And it'd be fascinating..." He shakes his head. "No! It's too dangerous."
"You didn't think that last month when we planned it," Wyatt says, crossing his arms. He’s not pouting, but it’s a close thing. “It’ll be fun. We won’t change their culture or set ourselves up as gods. We’ll just be tourists.”
Chris bites his lip. “Do you… do you really think he’ll be there?”
“Yeah, Chris,” Wyatt tells him, waving the portal open. “I’m pretty sure Aslan’ll show up to check on us.” It’d be the smart thing to do.
Wyatt went through first, reaching back to pull Chris after him.
Title: eternity
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: pre-Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 115
Point of view: third
Prompt: Castiel/Dean, "I can wait for you to love me"
Castiel is the last angel in existence, one of Samuel's generals, and the only creature not related by blood to the king that Samuel trusts.
He survived the Purge that destroyed angels and demons alike because Dean asked his brother to spare the being that raised him from Hell.
Samuel rules existence unopposed. He is just and patient, and despite everything, he actually cares about his subjects. He had been one of them. He understands them.
Dean rarely leaves his brother’s side and barely speaks to Castiel except on business. But Castiel has the patience of the eons, and Dean had requested that he be spared.
Since they all three are immortal now, Castiel can wait.
Title: second chance
Fandom: Gilmore Girls
Disclaimer: only Lena is mine
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: Dean/Rory
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 95
Point of view: third
Prompt: Rory/Dean, trying again
Notes: part of this 'verse
He stops by her house every few days, at first. He brings gossip for Rory and little trinkets and coloring books for Lena. Rory asks him in to dinner and they spend hours talking.
It isn't long before Lena's crawling all over him like she did Grandpa and still does Luke. Dean is good with her and Rory wonders-
"Dean," she says one night after Lena's exhausted herself and is stretched out over Dean's lap. "Would you, uh, maybe-"
She glances up at him and he's smiling. "Yeah," he answers quietly. "I would."
Title: payback
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: takes place during 4.16(On the Head of a Pin)
Pairings: none stated
Rating: R
Wordcount: 150
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean/Alistair, "Your job is to craft my doom, so I am not sure how well I should wish you. But I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun." (Hannibal)
Dean had a lot of time in Hell, on and off the rack, to think about this moment. To fine-tune it to the smallest detail.
The one pleasure he had in Hell was imagining Alistair on the rack. Even when Castiel pulled him out, he still dreamed about Alistair screaming.
Part of him knows this is a bad idea. Walking into the room, pushing a cart of toys. Alistair bound and chained. Helpless.
Part of him knows he can't give in, can't go back. Shouldn't. That he'll change.
Part of him is begging for him to stop. To tell Castiel no. To leave, even if he has to fight an angel to do it.
Part of him, the part that Alistair trained and taught and tortured is whispering, Yes.
Part of him, that small dark part who picked up the razor and relished the blood, looks Alistair in the eye and smiles.
Title: all things end
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 4
Pairings: could be wincest; could be gen. up to you
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 43
Point of view: third
Prompt: Sam/Dean, "We ride together. We die together." (Bad Boys II)
They look at each other, bathed in light as Lucifer rises. "I'm sorry," Sam says.
Dean nods. "Me, too."
Each has hold of the other, as close as they can be, and Lucifer howls, finally free.
"Sam," Dean whispers.
He whispers back, "Dean."