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[misachan]

(which is of course totally different from the pants party.:)

Internets, I have had a day. Not a bad day, really, but just a day of running around going "That thing! Where is that thing?", then finding it and ten minutes later having to go "That other thing! Where is that other thing?" And on top of that it's rainy and blargh and traffic was wretched and I have to do dishes in a bit.

And while I can't watch the premiere tonight I still want to celebrate, so here's what we're doing: prompt me.

Give me a one word (or two or three, whatever) prompt

OR

request a missing scene/coda/timestamp/what-have-you from something I've written


and I'll write you comment fic. See? Party!

(It may not happen immediately, but I promise I will answer every prompt!)

ETA: I am working on everything! *flail!* The party will go all weekend, so anyone who came late feel free to join in!

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Embers 1/2 (Dean/Cas, ...And Into the Fire coda)

[misachan.livejournal.com]

(hope this is around what you wanted! Apologies for any typos I may have missed.)

Castiel was still so out of it when they got back to the motel Dean practically had to carry him up to the door. "C'mon, Sammy, open up," he said, kicking the door when knocking didn't seem to work. Sam finally appeared, his phone pressed to his ear and God, was Dean glad to see him.

"Hey, Bobby, yeah, Dean just pulled up," Sam said into the phone, closing the door and stepping aside to let Dean pass; Dean winced but was too busy dragging 180 pounds of angelic dead weight to defend himself. "Yeah, he's got Cas with him." A pause, and then, "You think I know? Like he tells me anything."

Dean dropped Castiel on the bed with a soft oof and sank down against the wall. "Dude, how in the hell are you so heavy?"

Cas just answered with a mhmm sound, face down in the pillows and not even making a token effort to move. Dean shook his head and helped him roll over, easing him out of his coat. He heard Sam wrapping up, saying, "Got it, Bobby. Yeah, I'll definitely kick his ass. I'll even send you pictures." He ended the call and gave Dean a what the hell? look.

Dean just waved that away. "Later, Sam. It's been a day."

"Hello, Sam," Castiel slurred, raising one hand in what could generously be called a wave.

"Hey, Cas," Sam answered back, sending a wary look from Dean to Castiel and back again. "So, who got who into trouble here?"

"I got myself in," Dean said, using his best we're not talking about this now voice. "We'll go over it later, promise, but right now I'm just fucking tired, okay?" Castiel was giving him that look again, that same stunned gratitude from the car and Dean couldn't deal with that right now. "Go back to sleep, Sam."

Sam almost burst out laughing. "Yeah, 'cause that's happening." He raked his hand through his hair. "I'm gonna get some coffee. You two want coffee?"

Dean didn't feel like drinking anything that wasn't at least 50 proof but Cas spoke up, saying "I don't think I've ever had any."

Sam's expression softened a fraction. "You got it." Sam paused by the door. "So, Cas. Take it you're sticking around awhile," he said, addressing Castiel but looking to Dean for the confirmation.

Dean felt Cas tense. "I...if that's all right." Sam cocked his head to side, studying them both; Dean could see he had about a thousand questions and Dean just glared at him, warning him off. He felt Sam zero in on the way he had his arm resting on the bed next to Cas, then he shrugged. "Hey, man. Dean's cool with it, so am I. Be like old times, right?"

Castiel stared at the door long after Sam left. "He doesn't trust me."

"Give him some time, Cas. He didn't have the whole up in Heaven bonding session we did." He saw Castiel take a deep breath, his hand again pressed over his chest. "Everything okay in there?"

Castiel nodded. "I tried to heal your soul, once," he said softly, almost like a confession. "When I first found you in the Pit. To take away the scars you'd accumulated, not just from the Pit but prior."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "That sounds like project."

Castiel's lips twitched up for a moment. "You could say that. I didn't account for how the energies of Hell would interfere with my powers." Dean felt Castiel's fingertips brush against his shoulder, against the handprint hidden under his clothes. "I burned you instead. I didn't intend that."

Dean shrugged. "Hey. No harm, no foul."

"I'm glad I failed. It was an...arrogant thing to attempt. Humans are made up of their scars and I didn't understand that at the time. It would have changed you."

"For the better, probably."

"No. I would have never known you."

Re: Embers 2/2 (Dean/Cas, ...And Into the Fire coda)

[misachan.livejournal.com]

This was all getting too mushy for Dean. "How long you gonna be laid up?"

"I'm not sure. This isn't exactly a common occurrence."

Cas' eyelids drifted, like he was having trouble keeping them open. Dean moved Cas' hand from his shoulder and checked his pulse; it was stronger it had been outside the barn but still miles from healthy. "Well, I'll be happy when you don't look like crap anymore."

Castiel stared at him for a long time. Twice he started to say something, then seemed to reconsider it, saying instead, "You need to rest as well, Dean."

Dean scoffed at that. "Why? Just died and came back to life. That's an average day at the office for me lately." He didn't want to admit that he was afraid to close his eyes, that this would all turn out to be part of that first dream. He didn't know what would be worse, waking up having dreamt the whole rescue and knowing now it was too late or the whole thing being all in his head, that there had never been a fight to rescue him from in the first place. Which made him feel like a dick, wanting a friend to get hurt that bad, but he couldn't go back to the sniping and bitching. Hell, being able to call Cas a friend again without having to put quotes around the word was worth the whole soul thing. "I'm good right here."

Dean saw Castiel rub his chest again. "What's that feel like? You know, the whole soul thing. It hurt?"

"No, Dean. Your soul is the only part of me that doesn't hurt right now." His lips twitched up for a moment. "I don't think I grasped before just how difficult you find it to stand still." He looked at Dean, exhaustion lining his face and something very close to an apology in his eyes. "We'll be hunted, you know. The both of us."

"Ooh, angels are pissed at me. Like that's anything new."

Castiel shook his head. "Dean, you killed six angels. In Heaven. With my sword. Their wrath will be...."

"Biblical?"

Cas didn't seem to appreciate the joke. "I'm not sure we've given the Winchester Gospel the ending you'd hoped for."

"Yeah, well. We'll worry about that when Chuck writes it." He grinned. "Then we'll wreck it until he writes a better one."

"You'll need something, then." At Dean's confused look he gestured toward his coat. "If you would?" Dean handed it over and Castiel pulled out that silver sword. "I won't be in any shape to use it for some time," he said, handing it to Dean. "You've earned it. And you'll need it."

Dean tested the balance of the sword. It didn't hum this time and his handprint didn't burn, but it still felt right in his hand. "How'd you know I killed six? After the first two you were mostly out cold."

"I know everything you've done, Dean," he said, his hand back against his chest. "As if I'd done it."

Dean had to look away. Everything was a pretty big word when it came to what he'd done in his life. He listened to Castiel's breathing slowly deepen, his own eyes getting heavy. His back ached from sitting on the floor and the empty bed on the other side of the room was starting to call his name.

Instead he checked Cas' pulse once more. He remembered doing that compulsively in Heaven, how his pulse was weaker every time he checked until he could barely feel it. Remembered watching Cas fight for breath like he was underwater and not being able to do a damn thing. Castiel's eyes were closed now, his face still turned toward Dean. "Cas? You still up?"

There was no answer and Dean pulled the blanket up over his shoulders; Castiel sighed and shifted under the covers, practically snuggling into the warmth. Dean cracked a grin and had the stray thought that he wished the beds were bigger. Castiel's hand twitched toward him and Dean took it without thinking.

So, apparently they had the wrath of Heaven coming down on them.

Dean twirled the sword in his hand once, watching the blade catch the light. He still knew how to use it. He settled back against the wall, squeezing Cas' hand once as he stared at the motel door.

Let them come.

Re: Embers 2/2 (Dean/Cas, ...And Into the Fire coda)

[morganoconner.livejournal.com]

Oh my god. Oh my god bb, this is exactly what I was hoping for, only better. ♥___♥ This little verse is honest-to-god one of my favorite things in the world. I don't even know what it is about it, but...

*flails madly*

Thank you so much!!