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Title: Drink to Forget
Chuck lifted the bottle to his lips, drowning the latest vision in booze. But suddenly it was not there. "Chuck," Zachariah drawled in his highly condescending way, "there are better ways to forget. You don't have to sink that low." Zach grabbed Chuck's chin and pulled him in, hard. The bottle fell to the floor and lay forgotten, soaking the rug.


Title: Tastes
Zachariah tastes like whiskey. He doesn't drink, so there could be only reason why. He tastes like Chuck. Chuck should be grossed out that he doesn't brush his teeth, but instead he finds it incredibly hot. Plus he thinks of the other things he could get Zach to taste of.


Title: Capture
Dean was not the only one who had learned something from Castiel. Only, the signs that Chuck learned were not of the “banishment” type. He wants to call them “angel's trap” but it's not lyrical enough. Plus, he has no reason to call them anything. What happens next will not be in any book. If only because his publishers probably won't print it.

Nothing happens for a while. The angels have their own business to deal with (and Chuck tried not to think about Lucifer) and Chuck has his drinking. The marks stay were they are, slowly staining the wood.

Then Chuck makes a mistake. The latest fan he sent to the boys wasn't as circumspect and the angels know what he is doing now. Dean's also pissed that he seems to only be sending Sam girls. (Chuck can't explain that it's hard enough with one set of angels after him, he doesn't need to piss of Castiel, too. Dean will figure that out, soon enough.)

But Zachariah comes down- to scold him or something, Chuck doesn't know. He just grins when he steps on to the rug. He has him now.


Title: Guardian
Chuck could feel the eyes on him. It was very strange, now that he knew. Before he just thought he had some paranoia thing going on, but now it was different.

Angels were watching out for him.

Angels were watching him.

But, there was no danger right now. Only a trip to the store, to get more booze. Feeling reckless, he also stopped by the drug store and picked up some condoms. If the angels wanted to watch as he went out and picked up strangers, let them. He would not let this crazy apocalypse thing mess with his routine. He would drink enough to blur the world, and then let someone fuck the world away. The world that was not just his crazy mind, but actually happening.

Hell, for all he knew he could be fucking a werewolf or a witch or any of the other baddies he wrote of. And he would never know. He knew everything about who Dean and Sam fucked and met, but he was blind to his reality.

He could still feel them looking, watching, when he got to the bar. The gaze came form everywhere and nowhere. It was there when he got on his knees in the bathroom and let some anonymous man fuck his mouth. And three drinks later when he followed someone out to a car, to a crappy apartment.

It wasn't like this, before. He did not have the armies of heaven watching every profane and debasing action. He never felt like he was polluting something holy, either. Chuck had never felt the weight of the world.

When he got home, much much later, his computer was on, cursor blinking. He sat down and began to write.

They stopped watching.






Title: That Time Cas Turned into a Unicorn, by Dean Winchester
"Hey, why does Cas like you?" was the first thing Dean said when the unicorn cuddled up to Sam. Sam just looked a little frightened, as one would, with a ton of equine with sharp, gleaming teeth and a razor horn lipping their hair.

"I don't know Dean. Aren't unicorns only supposed to like girls?"

Dean was silent for a moment. And then he broke into a huge grin. "Well, they like maidens. So I guess I can start callin' ya Princess Sammy?"

"Shut up! That still doesn't explain why he tried to gore you."

Dean winked as Cas. "Well, I'm a big girl now."


Title:Photographer!Cas au snippet
Castiel only saw Dean's eyes through the lens. He didn't dare look without his camera for protection. He would say that it was because he liked to be professional, but that was a bald-faced lie. So he didn't say anything.

Dean would try to catch him, trip him up. Every time he turned around, Castiel was looking somewhere else. Never at him. He once even tried just standing in Castiel's way, making him look.

It never worked. Dean was accustomed to being looked at, not doing it himself.

When he was sitting, slumped over in an over-large hoodie, biting his thumb through the sleeve, he could feel the heat of Castiel's gaze on him. But Dean didn't look up. He just flicked through a beat up Readers' Digest someone left and wondered when the make-up woman would get here.



Crossover: Dean/Tony Stark, cars
Dean smirked as he looked around the garage. "You've got some nice cars here. Are they just for show?" How the other man, Tony-fucking-Stark, looked at him could only be classified as predatory.

"You want to go for a ride?" His goatee looked devious in the light.

"Well, if you're up for it, old man," Dean shot back.


Crossover: Dean/Merlin, hats
Dean just stared at the other man. "So, you're like, Merlin then? With the hat and the sword and the animals?"


"I don't know what you are talking about, but I am Merlin. There was never a hat."
"Dude, everything I've ever seen that talked about you either showed or mentioned the hat. And a beard. You look kinda young."

"You've read things about me?- and bugger. It's Arthur's fault about the hat. Must I relive that day always?"



Crossover:Dean/George, Being inHuman
"So, you're a werewolf," Dean asked the man in scrubs, obviously not believing him.

"Werewolves are real!" he squeaked, visibly panicking.

"Yeah, I know," Dean replied. "You just, don't really look all that evil and wolfish. More like a puppy."

The other man seemed to try to growl at him. "I can be quite vicious, I'll have you know," he shot back.

"Well, then I'll have to kill you."

"Wait! I don't hurt people! I never have. I'm always locked up, or alone."

"Sorry, no. I've never met a werewolf that's not killed."

"Maybe they are different over here, then. The worst I've done was eat a poodle one time. It was lost in the woods. My friends would never let me kill."

Dean again look unconvinced. "Yeah, how will your friends stop you? A rabid werewolf?"

"I'm not rabid! I don't even have fleas. My friend is a ghost- she can sometimes go poltergeist. My b- my other friend is a vampire. He would let me bite him before anyone else."

"So that's three I need to gank, it'll be a long weekend."



Crossover: Castiel/Voldemort, omg, sorry I just set Cas up to be raped by Voldie
It had been ten years since he had started his journey to retrieve the soul of Dean Winchester. Hell, which always smelt of a charnel house, seemed be be getting thicker with every movement Castiel made. One every side was he surrounded by the souls of the damned, their profane hands leaving greasy tails along the whole length of Castiel. His wings felt tacky with blood.

Suddenly, he could not move. Some darker than all the other souls had a hold of him. His wing was yanked back and twisted. When Castiel cautiously turned he saw something impossible, something horrifying. It was not a soul. It might have once been, but now it was something else. He could not even call it a demon. Castiel tried to place this creature, but he had no knowledge.

"Oh, what's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?" it hissed out, hands gripping tighter, almost breaking feathers. Castiel shivered. He had almost made it to Dean, but this... it would be a while.

Date: 2009-09-17 02:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] neierathima.livejournal.com
OMG I ADORE YOUR ZACH/CHUCK. YOU ENABLE ME SO HORRIBLE.

...THAT SAID, I WILL CONTINUE TO OFFER YOU PORNS OF YOUR CHOICE. B/C I'M SICK, SICK I SAY.

:DDDDDDDD

<3

I THINK THAT IS ALL. EXCEPT THAT YOU ARE AWESOME. AESOME, EVEN, THE W IS OFF PORNING THE C.

...I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.

Date: 2009-09-17 02:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] moralimperative.livejournal.com
...OMFG all i see is your warning note that cas will be raped by voldemort, and i want to weep. weep. :'(

dean, why can't you properly protect anyone you love? GROW A PAIR, DAMNIT. "dad raised us to be warriors" my ass....

btw! i made [livejournal.com profile] spn_speakpie, and it'd be great if you joined! i'm still tinkering with it, but i wanted to let you know that it's there :)

Date: 2009-09-17 11:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-want-2.livejournal.com
Zach/Chuck! Hee! Those are great! You did a wonderful job.

The unicorn one...that made have naughty beasty thoughts.

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