some more sabriel,
sastiel
debriel
calthazar
salthazar
also, It doesn’t have to be pairings! It can be general fiction stuff
My actual routine while she’s at the hospital is get up and 8 am, go to the hospital with her to help her walk, take care of the baby, and stuff like that. Then at 10:30 pm my dad comes from work, picks me up, we go home and sleep. Then repeat. not a lot of time for writing.
Buuut, I have 25 awesome prompts!
Oh, thank you! It’s been torture waiting!
Also, if you’ve sent me a prompt that still hasn’t been posted yet, ask me about it! It’s most likely because I’m trying to think up something good enough for it, but I could also not have gotten it. I apologize for that!
“Dean,” His voice is too small in the expanse of the room and nearly doesn’t wake Dean up. After hearing it once more though, he is awake enough to roll over, opening his eyes to tiny slits. It’s dark and his eyes take a long time to adjust enough to see the five year old standing there.
“What, Sammy?” He groans, but sits up and pushes his cover off. His little brother is apprehensive to say anything, but eventually tugs on Dean’s shirt, leading him toward the closet. Each step is slower than the last.
“Sam,” He sighs, wrenching the younger boy’s grip away from his shirt. “Just tell me.” Sam rubs at his face like he always does when he’s scared and stammers out his answer so quietly that Dean has to lean down to hear.
“There’s a monster in the closet. I heard it.” Dean fights back the urge to gripe at his baby brother for waking him up for that, but he’s in that stage where every noise is automatically a monster. Sure, there are monsters everywhere, but not usually in a young kid’s closet. Usually.
Just in case though, he goes back to his bed. Under his pillow, he always keeps a 9mm handgun. He grabs onto it, heavy and hard to manage in his still small hands and goes back to the closet, opening it with only a little hesitation.
It is empty, but he steps inside and turns to stare at Sammy just to make his point. “Nothing’s in here.” He steps back out, closes the door, and tracks back to his bed. He crawls back under his covers and replaces his gun where he always keeps it, but doesn’t hear Sam wriggling in his own bed to find a comfortable position.
Rolling over, Sam is standing beside his bed again, hands scrubbing at his round face. Another deep sigh tumbles from Dean’s mouth, a gesture he likes to use to voice his annoyance all the time, and pulls the covers back. Sammy’s face instantly softens and he crawls up onto the mattress, snuggling into his big brother’s chest easily.
Oh, thank you! It really means a lot! (I was actually kind of worried about that prompt because it was the first calthazar I’ve ever written. In fact, most of these pairings are a first for me. The only one I’ve ever written prior to this is sastiel) But I’ll definitely start doing the text post style!
I probably should have thought of that, but I’m kind of a dumby when it comes to that kind of stuff! I’ll definitely start doing that!
It is such a foreign, and almost comical thought. Who can say they’ve actually done anything with theirself? Not many, he’s sure. But he can say for one that he is a damn good kisser.
He mimics all his own moves, knows each of them because they’re his. His future self is colder though, rougher and less willing to take it slow. Future him is all teeth and tongue and desperation. And he could be wrong, but considering he knows the other guy pretty damn well, he figures he can understand why.
He can’t imagine the stress and guilt and anger riding on the future him’s shoulders. He’s bitter and alone since Sam said yes. He is so damn mad that his little brother, their little brother, could possibly give in and agree, leaving him there alone.
The guilt alone is probably enough to have changed him so severely. Knowing that Sam is out there living as a suit for Lucifer, having to see and feel first-hand the horrors that his body is doing and praying for an end to it, for anything else. The thought alone is too much for him to bear, much less actually imagine going through.
