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.)

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Gen, Kid!Gabriel, curtain-fic(ish)

[princess-aleera.livejournal.com]

(A/N: this is a tiny little thing, and I haven't written in this fandom for a year, but I hope you still like it :3 )


"I don't like you anymore," the seven-year old tells him, very seriously.

"I know, kid," Dean says and tries to be casual about it. In truth, he's a little hurt, but he understands. He's just glad Gabriel can't kill him two hundred times over again - at least not for a while. "It's not permanent, remember?"

"I don't trust you anymore," Gabriel says quietly and ouch, yeah, that hurts a bit. Sam has the pinched look of someone who's been punched in the face with a lemon, and even Dean can feel his smile slipping.

He picks up the kid instead and sets him on his lap. "Listen, you know what we talked about, Gabriel. C'mon. Once you turn..." He waits, waggles his eyebrows, and hopes Gabriel will go along with them.

He does, bless his archangel-trickster-rapped-in-a-kid's-body soul. "Once I turn eighteen, you and Uncle Sammy will remove the spells that keep my powers under wraps."

"That's right, buddy," Dean says. "Aaand?"

"And when Uncle Cas comes around to visit, he will teach me to fly," Gabriel says, reciting the words exactly like Dean told him. He's starting to brighten now, though, at the thought of flying in the near future. Strangely enough, that's a thought that makes Dean's stomach churn uncomfortably - waht if he falls and breaks something? - but he's just happy that Gabriel's stopped looking betrayed.

"Are you ready for some breakfast now, Gabe?" Sam asks, puppy-eyes still on maximum mode.

"Yeah," Gabriel says, and it sounds like he's indulging them. Even if Cas has long ago established that this version of Gabriel is an actual kid, not just looks like it, Gabriel isn't a normal kid by any stretch. He's part angel, part human, and part Trickster - and how that works, fuck if anyone knows - with abilities and personality traits of all three.

"C'mon, champ," Sam says and takes the seven-year old by the hand, who skips along to the bunker kitchen.

Dean rubs his face with both hands. At least he didn't cry again.

"Uncle Dean?" comes a plaintive voice from the doorway, and when he looks up, Gabriel looks uncertainly at him. He's biting his lip.

"Yeah, kid?"

"You coming with? Uncle Sam's gonna show me how to make you coffee," Gabriel says. He's got the most heartbreaking little uncertain smile, jesus fuck.

"I thought you were mad at me," Dean teases, but he gets up from the table and walks over to him.

"I got over it," Gabriel says, dead serious. He links their pinkies and drags Dean to the kitchen. "I want jam and sugar and honey on my pancakes, please."

"Absolutely not," Dean says, and knows he's lying.

~*~

Re: Gen, Kid!Gabriel, curtain-fic(ish)

[absenthe-wrae.livejournal.com]

*squee* So cute!
Of course he wants jam and sugar and honey and probably syrup and whipped cream and every other sugary topping there is. <3

Re: Gen, Kid!Gabriel, curtain-fic(ish)

[cowboyguy.livejournal.com]

Awww... cute! I love how he's just so matter-of-fact about everything. "I don't like you anymore." "I got over it." Ah, the ever-changing emotions of seven-year-olds. :)