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PROMPT MEME: SPN Halloween

Welcome to the SPN Halloween themes prompt meme!

Bats, spells and broomsticks, costumes, campfire ghost stories, candy eating, costume stealing, ghoul pov, true horror and playful horror - this is the place!

Rules:
1) One prompt per message. Use the subject line to write a pairing or main character/s, and maybe a plot point, kink, etc. Prompt as many times as you like, it's fun!

2) All pairings, no pairings, RPF, go for it.

3) All sorts of fills, including double fills, anon fills etc, are very much welcome! Any form of fanwork is awesome! Sketches and drabbles are awesome! Please start the subject line of your fill with "FILL", so it's easier to find.

4) Please warn for triggers on the first line of your post. If you're not sure whether a warning is required - warn just in case.

5) NO SPOILERS AT ALL FOR UNAIRED EPISODES, not notions, not casting, not ANYTHING, please, please. If you want, you can post a very carefully unspoilery link, with spoiler warnings, to a spoilery fill or prompt on your journal.

6) You are cool people, you're gonna be kind, right?

7) If you're unsure about how this works, you can contact me privately, no problem
tl;dr: nothing remotely like a spoiler out in the open, trigger warnings, be kind, have fun.

Promote!

FILLS:
the night before halloween is the real one to watch out for. what is rowena up to?

There's a legend, an urban myth, that if on Halloween you visit a particular place, at a particular time, with a special gift, you will be rewarded with a visit from a lost one, someone who died, but was never forgotten. Sam and/or Dean check it out.

Sam dances with a skeleton. Whose?

Sam dances with a skeleton. Whose? (second fill, inspired by the first, because you people are beautiful!)

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Sam dances with a skeleton. Whose?

Edited 2015-10-30 15:33 (UTC)

Heaven is having a Halloween party and all the supernatural people who have passed meet up and party angels and all

the night before halloween is the real one to watch out for. what is rowena up to?

"They never could account for all the missing bodies."

Stone

Best night of the year
for a wee scry,
and the Grand
can hang itself in knickers
and the future's dark as an underbelly
and a pig's ear-hair o
Cailleach, mother of all, boar-
tusk and bear-shin
tooth your consort,
ground yourself.
Take up the keek-stane, flush
a blood-bowl; fill it widder-
shins with what the Book
chokes up; there's
a good little sending, here's
the first-footer
o the New Year
o Samuel, dark-
haired youngblood bearer
of peat; we'll get you yet.

Happy Devil's Night! ( ;

this is AMAZING WOW omg thanks so much!!

There's a legend, an urban myth, that if on Halloween you visit a particular place, at a particular time, with a special gift, you will be rewarded with a visit from a lost one, someone who died, but was never forgotten. Sam and/or Dean check it out.

Suddenly your nights, begin to seem so long
There's no one there to touch, when things start going wrong
You finally realise, you've never loved at all
and everywhere you look, you see the white wall

Your father's been too far, your mother's been too near
And now you're on your own, withdrawing in your fear
Through long and sleepless nights, the foxes are running free
You long to be with them, when the scare meets the sea

Sam can't get the song out of his head. It's suddenly sinister instead of melancholy - he doesn't know where he is and more importantly, where's Dean?

Edited 2015-10-31 11:14 (UTC)

You make Rowena much creepier and more dangerous than the show...

(pairing or gen)

Current day Sam and Dean are working a case during a busy Halloween celebration at a small town, and get caught up a bit in the things going on. Can include the case, or not, I'm hoping for some brotherliness and the little things.

There's a rickety old Halloween ride, or haunted house that's famous for being a thrill, or is nostalgic, or appealing for some other reason (or just close by). One of the boys convinces the other to go.

On the SPN Parody, Osric was a pretty appealing Sam - according to Jared, at least.
According to Osric, Jared always makes a pretty appealing Sam....

That was such a great prompt! Love Rowena on Devil's Night...and love that old idea that the first visitor on the morning of new year has to be a dark-haired young man with coal or dirt or salt; seemed very Sammy (and Sam & Rowena; there's some power there, isn't there...) Hope there are more fills for this or you decide to write one yourself! ( : Happy happy Hallows.

Edited 2015-10-30 23:43 (UTC)

Feeling more power & danger all threaded through and under the campy bits--must be Halloween! ( :

Castiel can see ghosts, even when they cannot manifest. The same way he can see demons true demonic being under their vessel's skin.
He is lonely, and so is Kevin.
They spend the night telling stories - their versions of horror stories, or regular stories - sometimes it is hard to find a story that is not horror.

Wonderful! So creative!

Jess watches one too many Discovery Channel ghost-hunting shows and tries to get Sam to play along, Ghostfacers style.

Gods. You don't even write poems, do you? Always with the spells! I'ma need a night light!

You know you want to....
Extra points for first time/kiss

(like with all my prompts, you can change to other characters if you'd rather)

I've prompted for this before and I'll prompt for it again (now)!
I just want John popping into Dean and Sam's lives, weirded out (or other things) by how they are living it, I want the clash between the hunter dusty physical life on the road, and the bunker, and maybe some shippy sneaking around, John finding out - but gen is awesome too, and first time is lovely.

(warning for possible consent issues)

It was no fun when Sam tied her up, but that doesn't mean there is no fun to be had.... and Halloween is the night in which this sort of potion is strongest.

Up to writer whether she is feeling shippy or wants to play herself.
Bonus points for brotherly pining, and for consent being considered - maybe it is even all consensual - but NOT must.

Remember that Buffy ep where some of them turned into the things they'd dressed up as?

A dusty book of Appalachian lore sets his pulse racing.

Come All Hallows Eve, ye jes hunt up that ol red oak down the holler. The one what dont go green in the summertime nor drop its leaves come the fall. Brang wi ye a halfpint o whisky and sacks o salt and flour, and somethin what belonged to the one ye lost.

All these years it’s gnawed him. Curdled in the back of his mind.

“I know what happened to your girlfriend!”

Some random mook demon with a plane crash fetish fucked with him in ways even Lucifer never quite managed.

“Even now, she's burning!”

He figures the hard part’ll be talking Dean into a trip to Kentucky.

**

“Meth hogs.”

“Come again?”

“Basically regular wild pigs, mutated from drinking meth lab runoff.”

“So, no bacon then.”

A chuckle. “No, I-uh, wouldn’t recommend it.”

Dean stands. “Where to?”

“Harlan, Kentucky.”

“Sweet! Like Justified. Gimme ten.”

“You got it, Boyd.”

“Boyd? Pft. I’m totally Raylan.”

Not so hard after all.

**

The story is bullshit. One article on some goofball Haunted Kentucky website, no sources, no corroboration. Speaks to how stir crazy Dean’s been ever since…

Couple of days of locals looking at them like they’re the ones drinking the meth lab runoff and Dean’s ready to call it quits.

“Let’s give it the night.” Yawn. Stretch. “We head out in the morning we won’t have to sleep in the car.”

Narrow eyes, but “All right.” Dean ditches his Fed suit, grabs the keys. “Don’t wait up.”

**

Edited 2015-10-31 05:57 (UTC)

Two a.m. Dean stumbles face-first into his mattress. Go time.

Siri takes him out of town, within a mile and a half of the coordinates the Men of Letters recorded. After that he’s on foot. Flashlight cuts a cone through the black. Steep slopes and wet leaves make the going treacherous. He toes around in the underbrush for sturdy roots, braces his hands on thick trunks.

He’s a lot more concerned about snakes than meth hogs.

Up and over a little rise there’s a clearing. Would have seen the oak’s red leaves a mile back in the daylight. Its neighbors thrust bare branches toward the stars, but this tree – must be three hundred years old or more, the trunk’s so thick – carries a full canopy.

He unshoulders his pack and digs out the prescribed ingredients. From his wallet, a golden curl tied with thin red ribbon. Been there, tucked behind Jess’s old high school senior picture since they changed their relationship statuses. That was, how many wallets ago?

He pours a circle with the salt and sets the flour inside. Drinks a sip of whiskey and drains the rest into the ground. Lays the lock of Jess’s hair on the flour sack. Waits. Prays.

Rustling. Gibbous moon high overhead lights the clearing. Fluttering white cloth appears, fritzes, then –

“Sam?”

His teeth clench, eyes squeeze shut. If he looks, if she’s burned, if she’s black-eyed…

“Sam.”

A sharp exhale. Somehow he’d forgotten the exact pitch of her don’t-fuck-with-me voice. He faces her.

“Jess.”

“What’s going on? I was at the party where we first met and I – ” Her head tilts. “Sam you look…” Her mouth falls open, recognition breaking. “I’ve been dead a long time, haven’t I?”

He chokes up, eyes stinging. “Yeah.” He steps toward her, breathes deep. All he smells is the woods.

Jess walks the inside of the salt circle. Chin up, she takes in the mountains, the moon. “Where are we?”

“Kentucky.”

The smile he once missed like a phantom limb spreads across her features. “Too bad. There’d be a Field of Dreams joke here if it was Iowa.”

Soft laughter. “There’s no mountains in Iowa, babe.”

Jess shrugs. Looks him over. “So. You got a plan here? Some deep question about, I dunno, the meaning of life? What happens when we die?”

He swallows hard. “I-uh.” Drags a hand across his chin. “No. Tell the truth I really didn’t think this was gonna work.”

She laughs, wide-mouthed and honest. “Of course you didn’t. This isn’t like you, Sam. Dabbling in the mysterious. I didn’t think you even believed in an afterlife.”

At this rate he’s gonna grind his teeth down to the nub. “Jess? Are you okay? Are you happy?”

She gets serious as she studies him. “Yeah.” Her forehead crinkles. “I mean, it’s weird. I knew I was dead, but I don’t… You texted me. Said you’d be home soon, and then Brady came over and…” Another shrug. “Then I was back at that party, remember? Sig Ep. End of the World.”

She doesn’t remember. Tears well up and fall in relief. After Adam…

“Sam? What happened to me?”

He freezes.

He can’t…

“You slipped.” The lie rolls out easy. “Hit your head. Brady tried…”

She nods, lips pressed to a line. “It’s okay, Sam. Well. It sucks, but…” Eyes wide. “How ’bout you? Are you okay? ’Cause, I gotta say, you calling me here, it’s – ”

“Stalkery?” His smile is thin. He knows it.

She doesn’t call him out though. “Worrying.”

God, she hasn’t changed. Still looking out for him. Real smile, this time. “Don’t. Please. I’m good.” He drops his chin, cuts his eyes up toward her. “Curiosity just got the better of me, I guess.”

Jess folds her arms, fakes stern. “You know about curiosity and the cat, right?”

A chuckle. And under his breath, “But he has nine lives, apparently.”

Her brows draw down. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

He spreads his palms. “Nothing!”

“Uh-huh.”

“Seriously! I just thought we were swapping clichés.”

She shakes her head. Fritzes. “Sam?”

“I think our time is up.”

“Oh.”

“It’s good to see you.”

One last smile, and “I love you, Sam. Be hap – ”

**

He gets back to the room with the rising sun. Dean’s had his four hours, and then some. If he’s busted, well…

Snoring greets him as he eases through the door, balancing grease-stained bags and coffee.

Dean pushes up to his elbows. “Breakfast?”

“Just how you like it. Extra grease.”

“Sweet.”

Aww jeeeeez. I love this so much. Was hoping to see this filled and....!! The lore, the ritual, the language, Appalachia, Justified (another great love of mine), the oak, the meth hogs, Sam suddenly grown in poignant-apparition Jess's eyes. Going to remember this ha'nting. Like all good ghost stories.

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PROMPT MEME: SPN Halloween

dia de los muertos

halloween party

devil's night (pairings radical and welcome)

Sam/Dean, teen!chesters, seance in a haunted orphanage

FILL: devil's night (pairings radical and welcome)

RE: FILL: devil's night (pairings radical and welcome)

Gen. Sam and/or Dean. A visit from a ghost.

White Wall

RE: FILL: devil's night (pairings radical and welcome)

Dean&Sam

Dean&Sam or Dean/Sam, "haunted house" or ride

Samcest-y Osric/Jared (and Jensen's always welcome too)

RE: FILL: devil's night (pairings radical and welcome)

RE: FILL: devil's night (pairings radical and welcome)

Campfire horror stories, Castiel & Kevin, or others

RE: FILL: devil's night (pairings radical and welcome)

Jessica Moore, horror junkie

RE: FILL: devil's night (pairings radical and welcome)

Sam, Dean, Rocky Horror

Ghost John at the bunker

Rowena and/or Sam and/or Dean, love potion, compulsion

Sam/Dean or anyone you want, turning into costumes

FILL: "Red Oak" (1/2) - Gen. Sam. A visit from a ghost.

FILL: "Red Oak" (2/2) - Gen. Sam. A visit from a ghost.

RE: FILL: "Red Oak" (2/2) - Gen. Sam. A visit from a ghost.