Cowboyguy's "Starting Over" Supernatural meme! (prompts post)

[cowboyguy]

Alright, here goes...



Hi, everyone! Welcome to my first ever Supernatural commentfic meme! In honor of the fact that I'm going to be moving soon, the theme of this meme is "starting over." God knows the Winchesters have been separated and reunited, argued and apologized, died and been brought back enough times, so I figure we've got lots of source material to start from. As long as there's something along this general theme, I don't care what you do. It can range from, "Hey, let's fix this apocalypse we started." to "Sammy, I'm sorry, I've been a total jerk today. Want a pizza?" (And who doesn't love a good curtainfic?) And, because it's me, any h/c you add in there can never, ever be a bad thing. No mpreg, though, because it generally squicks me. And warn for various levels of kink or possible triggers, just in case. Besides that, do what you want, and we'll operate under the "don't like, don't read" policy.

So here's what you do:
1. Post prompts. As many prompts as you like, one per comment. Seriously, there is no such thing as too many prompts.
2. Especially since we're getting closer to season 10, warn for spoilers. Since I have some friends who still haven't seen season 9, I'm gonna count that as spoiler-y, too. Anything up through the end of 8, though, we'll assume everyone has seen.
3. Any pairings or non-pairings you want. Wincest, gen, Destiel, whatever.
4. Fill the prompts! All the prompts! Fill as many prompts as you want, and multiple fills for one prompt are totally okay. Either post it as a reply to the original comment, or post with a link to the fic.
5. (Pssst! Share this with your friends. The more people, the better!)
6. Prompting and posting will continue either as long as people are interested, or until I'm drowned in a sea of fic. No deadlines on fics, either. We can wait. :)
7. Everybody have fun, be nice, and have an awesome time!

Let the prompting begin!

(Fills post located here.)

Comments

[cowboyguy.livejournal.com]

Destiel cute x 1,000. Because they're soul mates, or share a bond, or whatever - Dean and Cas BOTH end up getting de-aged somehow, so it's up to Sam to raise them. They both remember some of their old lives, but mentally they're like little kids. (Only perhaps a little more shy or traumatized that your average five-year-old.)

And today is their first day of kindergarten.

[absenthe-wrae.livejournal.com]

AWWW!!! This is going to happen.

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[absenthe-wrae.livejournal.com]

Sam surveyed the children in front of him. Dean, all three and a half feet of him, was sitting calmly at the kitchen table, his legs swinging as he munched toast, while Cas was practically vibrating with excitement and had hardly touched his breakfast. It was the first day of school for the two five year old boys, a mere five months after an accident with a cursed school bus, had left them a whole lot younger than they'd been before. So far Sam hadn't found a reversal for it, he had others working on it while he focused on caring for them, but he was starting to lose hope of ever finding a cure – and, if he were perfectly honest, the desire to find one.
The boys had been a handful at first but they were an absolute joy to have around and Sam was thrilled to be able to give Dean a better childhood than the one he'd got the first time around. Cas, broken and childlike as he had been, fell even more easily into his role than Dean had. They were relatively well-adjusted now, though Cas still had problems riding in cars and buses so Sam was stuck walking the two to the nearest elementary school from the bunker meaning they would have to leave earlier... at least the weather was good, he thought.
“Are you both ready for your very first day of kindergarten?” Sam asked.
“Yes!” Cas cried, leaping up and snagging his bright yellow Spongebob backpack from the counter and struggling into it.
Dean followed him, saying nothing as he donned his Batman backpack and then looked down at his shoes where his laces dangled uselessly. Cas had velcro still but Dean had insisted on 'big-boy' shoes, though he had yet to master tying them.
Sam followed Dean's gaze and tapped the chair where he'd been sitting, “I'll get them for you.”
Dean climbed back onto the chair and held out his feet while Sam started with the left, showing him clearly the method he was using, “See, you tie a regular knot first, I know you've got that part down.”
Dean nodded.
“Then you take two loops, the rabbit ears, and tie a knot with them just like you did with the two strands before.”
Cas was waiting impatiently, standing at the door and shifting his weight from foot to foot.
“You try with the other foot.”
Dean, his brows knit together and his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth because he was concentrating so hard, fumbled with the laces until he got it. It was a little lopsided but he was evidently very proud as he beamed up at Sam, “I did it!”
“Yes you did, good job buddy!” Sam patted him on the head and let him hop down, “We need to get going, we don't want to be late on your first day.”
When he opened the door Cas burst forth into the world, an unrestrained storm of excitement, and Dean followed behind, neutral, while Sam locked up behind them. They waited at the sidewalk until Sam came up and grasped them by the hand on either side and started towards the school. It was a beautiful, clear fall day, practically summer still but with an edge of crispness to the air that whispered of the seasons to come.
“I can't wait for school,” Cas babbled, “I hope our teacher is nice. Do you think they will be Dean?”
“Mhmm, Conner at the playground said she is. He did kindergarten at the same school last year.”
“What's her name?”
“Ms Roslyn,” provided Sam.
“Miss or Mrs?” asked Dean.
“Neither,” said Sam, “the enrolment papers just say Ms, it means that she could be either but she doesn't want to say.”
“I bet it's Miss but she doesn't want attention from the dads.”
“Why?” asked Cas.
“I bet she's real pretty,” muttered Dean, staring intently down at the first golden leaves gathering in the gutter.
Sam let that comment slide and said instead, “Ms Roslyn probably just doesn't want to mix her work and personal life. I don't blame her, that's never gone well for us.”

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Dean started sulking; for some reason Dean was a bigger cock-block as a five year old than he ever had been as an adult. He was possessive of Sam's attention and didn't want his brother to date. To be fair his worries had been well-founded when a date of Sam's, a precious night away from the little ones (Charlie babysat) with a woman he met on the internet, had gone badly when she turned out to be a witch seeking revenge... but that was one singular date. It was the first one Sam had been on in ages and didn't he deserve that much at least?
“I hope the other kids are nice,” said Cas, “I want to make some friends. I don't have any... except you guys and Gabe.”
Gabriel was, much to Sam's frustration and amusement, Castiel's imaginary friend.
“Do they have a sandbox? I think I heard Connor say there was a sandbox with dinosaurs... I hope so, I love dinosaurs. Brontosaurus is my favourite, what about yours?”
“T-rex,” said Dean.
“Did you know dinosaur means terrible lizard in Latin?” said Cas, “I remember how to speak Latin, but I'm out of practice. Quis non ad cum latina.”
Cas was a talkative child and the thirty-five minute walk to the school passed quickly. For some kids their age this may have been a long walk, but they were energetic and used to it because Sam had been taking them to the school playground a few days a week most of the summer to allow them to burn off energy and socialize, that was where they met Connor, a boy a year older than them.

The school was just around the corner. They rounded the bend and then the building came into view, a low brick structure circa 1982 with barred windows slightly reminiscent of a prison or asylum, though the happy coloured paper leaves in the windows helped brighten it.
Ms Roslyn greeted them at the door. She had received a letter informing her that Dean Winchester and Castiel Campbell would be joining her this year and they may have some emotional difficulties while adjusting as the cousins had both lost their parents in a car accident five months ago. Angela Campbell, a single mother, had been travelling with her sister, Mary Winchester, and Mary's husband when another vehicle had lost control and struck their car from the side, driving it into an oncoming bus. All passengers had been killed instantly. Dean had been, the letter explained, a late surprise for the Winchesters so their older son, Sam, was old enough that he now found himself the legal guardian of both boys. The whereabouts of Castiel's father were unknown. In fact, he'd been babysitting the boys when the accident had occurred. Castiel remained fearful of vehicles and all toy cars had been removed from the classroom prior to his arrival, to be reintroduced later, after sufficient sessions with the school counsellor.
Ms Roslyn was indeed very pretty, a short woman in her late thirties wearing a vintage-inspired dress and horn-rimmed glasses, her curly hair hardly contained in a high, loose bun... yes, all very much Sam's type.
Dean scowled as he approached and she smiled sweetly, “You must be Sam Winchester? And these little guys would be Dean and Castiel?”
“We are, Ms Roslyn I assume?” Sam shook her hand warmly, “We just call him Cas at home.”
“Hello Cas, Dean,” she introduced herself, “You can call me Ms Roslyn.”
Dean continued to scowl but Cas grinned broadly and ran into the classroom's entrance-room. “Go ahead and pick out a peg to hang up your backpack, today we'll be making name tags for your pegs and for your desks.”
Other children were arriving and Ms Roslyn continued to greet parents and direct the children inside. “I don't have much time to talk to you I'm afraid, but I did get the notice about Dean and Cas, poor dears... do you think they'll be okay alone today? We usually don't allow guardians to stay on the first day, it sets a bad precedent, but given what they've been through...”
Sam glanced to where Dean and Cas were picking out pegs next to each other and Cas was already talking excitedly with a cute little Hispanic girl, “You know what? I think they'll be fine. You should have my cell as an emergency contact so I can be here quickly if there are any problems, I work from home.”
“Sounds good,” Ms Roslyn nodded and went into the classroom to start her day.

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At 2pm, an hour earlier than the other children got out, the kindergarten class let their captives free. Two dozen little balls of excitement rushed out of the room into the yard where parents were already milling around.
“How did they do?” Sam asked Ms Roslyn when she was free of other parents who were no doubt asking the same question of their own little angels, “They did fine. Cas got a little quiet and looked upset when another boy took out his Cars lunchbox but Dean quickly distracted him. They have one another to help them through the tragedy and that makes all the difference in the world.”
“They help me too,” said Sam, “I've been too busy to get lost in grief. You sound like you speak from experience...”
“I... oh. I guess... I...” she wondered at how Sam had inferred that from her tone, “My daughter and I... I lost my husband about half a year ago. This is my first semester back.”
“I'm sorry to hear. How old is your girl?”
“Thirteen. She acts like she's taking it well but I can tell she's hurting. I hear her talking to him still. Some nights I swear I hear him talking back, but that's not possible of course, just the mind playing tricks.”
“Sometimes we hear what we want to hear,” agreed Sam, not quite believing it himself; something about the way she sounded like she was struggling to convince herself that she wasn't hearing her dead husband was setting off haunted warning bells.
Just then Den and Cas came out to greet Sam. Cas reached out for a hug, and started babbling excitedly, “There's a sandbox loaded with dinosaurs and we're allowed to play with it as long as we want during free hour! It's so cool, the sand is red, and there are rocks made out of lava, igneous rocks, all full off little holes.”
“I take it you enjoyed your first day?” Sam chuckled, hugging Cas and patting Dean on the head before taking both boys by the hands and setting off for home. He turned back to nod at Ms Roslyn who was already busy with another parent.
“Yep,” said Dean.
“Did you make any friends?”
“I did!” said Cas, “Her name is Maria, and Liam too, he just moved here and he's really cool, his dad is a pilot!”
“The teacher's house is haunted,” said Dean.
“How do you know that?” asked Sam.
“I was heard you talking to her and some of the stuff she said in class... just little things... she's tired and distracted. We should help her.”
“So we should do a ghost hunt?”
“Yep,” Dean nodded, “Old fashioned salt 'n burn prolly.”
“Okay, sounds good. How should we begin?” Sam asked. It was a bit of like old times, planning a hunt with his brother, Castiel tagging along, only this time they'd probably need a nap when they got home before they could start planning. Oh yeah, just like old times.

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[cowboyguy.livejournal.com]

Oh, this was awesome! I feel bad that it took me so long to comment on it. I read it this morning right before work, and then never had a chance to come back and say anything about it.

But I loved the way you wrote it -- Cas's enthusiasm and excitement about everything, and Dean being a little more reserved and quiet. And their personalities, that are just a little bit more adult than regular kids. I can just imagine Cas rambling on and on about all the things he knows. And “Old fashioned salt 'n burn prolly.”? Probably my new favorite sentence. Little five-year-old Dean planning hunting strategies. Awwww.

...I kind of want to see more of these guys. (psst! What if maybe one night there's a really bad thunderstorm, and Dean is maybe a little scared, but he'll never admit it?) :D

Anyway, great job! Loved it!

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[absenthe-wrae.livejournal.com]

Glad you enjoyed it, there's something super cute about de-aged Winchesters, and of course Cas being a loveable little weirdo. <3 <3 <3