PROMPT MEME: SPN Halloween
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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!)
FILL: "Red Oak" (1/2) - Gen. Sam. A visit from a ghost.
Date: 2015-10-31 05:56 am (UTC)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.”
**
FILL: "Red Oak" (2/2) - Gen. Sam. A visit from a ghost.
Date: 2015-10-31 05:58 am (UTC)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.”
RE: FILL: "Red Oak" (2/2) - Gen. Sam. A visit from a ghost.
Date: 2015-10-31 06:09 am (UTC)Re: FILL:
Date: 2015-10-31 06:15 am (UTC)RE: FILL: "Red Oak" (2/2) - Gen. Sam. A visit from a ghost.
Date: 2015-10-31 08:23 pm (UTC)RE: FILL: "Red Oak" (2/2) - Gen. Sam. A visit from a ghost.
Date: 2015-10-31 10:15 pm (UTC)Thank you!! :D
RE: FILL: "Red Oak" (2/2) - Gen. Sam. A visit from a ghost.
Date: 2015-10-31 09:21 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for filling my prompt, this is wonderful :)
RE: FILL: "Red Oak" (2/2) - Gen. Sam. A visit from a ghost.
Date: 2015-10-31 10:23 pm (UTC)In my head Jessica had to have a strong personality, sense of humor. Sam's not an easy guy, you know? Writing the lie kind of broke my heart, such a Winchester move. And phew I'm relieved you liked the party! Worried it might be too much, heh.
In short, you're so very welcome. Happy Halloween! (^_^)
RE: FILL: "Red Oak" (2/2) - Gen. Sam. A visit from a ghost.
Date: 2015-10-31 09:36 pm (UTC)RE: FILL: "Red Oak" (2/2) - Gen. Sam. A visit from a ghost.
Date: 2015-10-31 10:24 pm (UTC)RE: FILL: "Red Oak" (2/2) - Gen. Sam. A visit from a ghost.
Date: 2015-10-31 10:32 pm (UTC)It seems we might have been on the same wavelength, you and I, bringing Jess back for Sam, in different ways. This is so lovely and sad, yet kind of uplifting, to give Sam this tiny comfort. And us! Knowing Heaven as we do, giving us Jess in a heaven that she is happy in - that's real kind of you.
RE: FILL: "Red Oak" (2/2) - Gen. Sam. A visit from a ghost.
Date: 2015-10-31 10:49 pm (UTC)Thank you. Always pleased to provide happy sighs. ;)
Re: FILL: "Red Oak" (2/2) - Gen. Sam. A visit from a ghost.
Date: 2015-11-01 09:21 am (UTC)Re: FILL:
Date: 2015-11-01 05:43 pm (UTC)