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citrusjava) wrote2016-11-10 05:12 am
citrusjava) wrote2016-11-10 05:12 am
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SPN 'Something Good Today' Prompt Meme
Lets bring something good into the world. Let's hold hands, if only virtually, and not be alone in this. Let's reaffirm that we care about each other, and we don't stand for bigotry. Let's write (and draw and record and stuff).
Prompts are open for anything - any or no ships, any or no kinks, go for it.
Extra cookies if your prompt negates some bigoted concept, we could give love in places it's particularly lacking right now. We can reaffirm that we all have a place here, that we stand with each other. Women, POC, survivors, immigrants, disabled people, fat people, MOGAI people, poor people, etc - especially anyone that's more than one of those things - deserve some extra love, today and in general.... But prompts don't have to do that - anything comforting is welcome, and different things comfort different people! Fun, fluffy, funny, porny, angry, dark, it's ok!
Fills:
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toratio, Sam&Dean, money issuesSam/Dean, body autonomy, lived experience of mi, by anon
It's the end of the world as we know it (and I feel fine) by
toratio Domestic end of the world! In the Bones by laughablelament, aer leaving the bunker with John's journal, Mary ends up using it as a roadmap
(ETA: !!!! I am so excited and comforted by you being here and caring and by your generousity! Ahh! I has only been a few hours and already we have fills! Thank you!!!! And that you to the people sharing this - you are awesome!!!!)
How this works:
How to prompt: Leave a comment with a prompt, preferably with some basic information in the subject line (ship/gen/character, kink, genre - whatever works for you). You can leave as many prompts as you like.
How to fill: Comment to any prompt you like with fic, art, podfic, playlists, gifsets - any form of fanwork is welcome. Feel free to fill prompts that were already filled. If you feel like leaving anon fills, go for it! If you feel like leaving cute little 'created in ten minutes' fills for fun - those are welcome too!
Rules:
1) Be kind.
2) No spoilers for unaired episodes without a cut/link, please.
3) Use content warnings generously, please. It only takes a moment, and can make the difference between brightening someone's day and making it horrible. We've got enough horrible.
4) Anything promoting bigotry should not be included. If you're not sure, you're welcome to ask me, we can try to figure it out together. If something bothers you - same thing. Sometimes things can be bigoted without bad intent, we'll try to navigate this with compassion if it happens here now. Most things are ok if you clearly warn for them.
Tell the world!
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RE: Fill: "In the Bones" 2/3
County Sheriff’s truck rumbles up the drive. Lights flash and Mary kind of, puts her hands up. Blinks when a woman climbs out.
“Ma’am, you know this is private property.”
“Yes, yes of course. Bobby Singer was my uncle, and I—”
“I’m gonna stop you right there.” Sheriff shows a palm. “I knew Bobby Singer twenty years. Knew all his family and most of his, associates.”
Mary can’t help herself. “Did you know John Winchester?”
“Winchester?” The sheriff’s demeanor shifts. She studies Mary. “Who are you? And, you can tell me the truth. I know about… things.”
Mary hedges. “John was my husband.”
Brown eyes wide. “Are you a ghost?”
“Nope. Flesh and blood.” She tries to smile.
“But you’re…”
“Back from the dead.”
“Okay.” The woman nods, but stays wary. “Do, Sam and Dean know you’re—”
“They know.”
Sheriff stands down a notch.
“You know my babies?”
“I didn’t meet em until they were grown,” she says, “but yeah.” Handshake, tentative but, “Jody Mills.”
*
Missouri holds her hands. “Now, we turn this cup over right into the cloth, you hear me?”
“I remember.”
(Smoking hookah-loads off this coffee table. “I don’t know what you talkin bout, girl. John Winchester is fine. For Wonderbread. Now flip.”)
Past and present Mary casts the bones. Her old friend old friend covers her mouth; hands, thick nails, arthritic knuckles.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothin’s wrong.” Missouri stares. “Just, ain’t never seen this before. Mary, you’re free.”
*
“C’mere. Somethin you oughta see.” Jody cocks her head and takes off into a labyrinth of rusting hulks. Mary follows. “I kinda, keep an eye on the place since Bobby passed. Found this out here last summer.”
Jody leads to a storage building, sheet metal walls with a pitched roof. Corner of the concrete pad, two tiny handprints.
S.W.
D.W.
1985
Tears tumble down Mary’s face. She kneels, finger-traces the worn depressions.
“Bobby loved those boys like they were his own,” Jody says. “Best I can tell, they always had a home here.”
“Thank you.” Mary breathes.
“Wait here a minute.”
Mary doesn’t know how long she cries, there on her knees. Only pulls it together when she hears the sheriff’s footsteps.
“Coffee?” Jody hands her a thermos and a box of tissues. “I brought,” plaster of Paris, cardboard forms, “stuff to make an impression. If you wanna keep those.”
*
RE: Fill: "In the Bones" 3/3
“I still can’t believe that’s a phone.”
“You have one!”
“Which, I barely know how to use.” Mary taps at the screen, frowns. “Sam tried to show me a bunch of stuff, but I… Hey I figured out Uber!”
Missouri laughs. Then, “You sure about this?”
“No.” Mary rolls her shoulders. “What… do you think we’ll find out there?”
“Alpha and Omega, or. The other way around,” Missouri says.
Mary eyes her. “Thanks, Obi-wan.”
“You’ll be pleased to know that’s still a relevant reference.”
“Are we doin this?” Mary leaves the car. Sun shines but she suppresses a shiver.
They pick their way between weed-choked headstones and toppled monuments. “Here,” Missouri says, and a bare patch stretches in front of them. Dip in the ground, perfect circle. “Sam gave his life here, and Dean did his level best to give his.”
Mary looks up, summer sky. Too peaceful, here, where the world was supposed to end. “I can’t do this, Miz.”
“Do what, honey?” Missouri slips an arm around her.
“Live! Now. Like this. My sons re-wrote the book of Revelation. They’re… they’re legends. And they look at me like I’m some kind of mythical creature and if I’m their mother I guess I am, but. I never wanted this. I can’t handle it. John’s gone. And I—”
“John’s not gone.” Lace-edged handkerchief dabs at her face. “He’s alive and well in those two boys he raised.”
Mary takes the hanky. “Why did you bring me here?”
Missouri sighs. “Because, this is where destiny broke, where your boys broke it. And now…” Soft smile. “Destiny’s got no use for you anymore.” Missouri brushes hair behind her ear. “You can let go. Three of you build whatever kind of family you want.”
*
Jody leads the way back toward the main drive. “Neighbor that called you in, said a car dropped you off. You need a ride back to town?”
“Yeah,” Mary says. “I’d appreciate that.”
“Matter-fact,” Jody gives her a long look. “Why don’t you join me for dinner? Meet my girls.”
“I don’t—”
“Aw, come onnnn.” Jody grins, but then. “Meet some of the people they’ve saved.”
(“You keep nosin in that book,” Missouri’d said, just before Mary climbed on the bus. “It’ll lead you where you need to go.”)
“All right,” Mary nods. “Thanks, Jody.”
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