I know you're not updating any more but I found this on my live journal. I'd written it back in 2012 and thought you and some of you followers might enjoy reading it. It's a WIP because I just haven';'t had the chance to go back and finish it.
Title: One Summer.
Author: lilithrain (aka theblessedbear, askmisssashamagick, andthecuteneighbour and gimmeyourkeys on tumblr).
Pairing:None as yet.
Rating: NC-17.
Fic type: WIP.
Spoilers: Not really, if you watch the show, then you're good to go. Mind you, reading the blog below might help clear a few things up.
Warnings: hurt/comfort, child tantrums, possessiveness, fluff, angst, amnesia.
Word Count: 8,811.
Feedback: Yes please.
Disclaimer: Do not own 'Supernatural' in any way, shape, or form.
Notes: Written from the inspiration of the Frigging Witches blog aka http://askspnbbverse.tumblr.com/ along with it being a crossover story with my Summer Harvest TV Verse; which I will post a little later on. Unbeta-ed, any mistakes are my own.
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ahhh okay i knew Iâd get a question like this sooner or later and well
iâm sorry to say that the answer is probably never :c i could give a ton of excuses but honestly, the truth is, iâve lost interest in this story as well as spn in general. it was a great ride, but iâve moved on to personal projects that demand my attention now.
i know this is lame as hell and iâm sorry. i appreciate every single one of you guys, whether you contributed fanart or fanfiction or sent me a nice encouraging message or even just followed this silly little ask blog. iâm astonished it got as much attention as it did, and iâll always treasure the things you guys have given me in return.
So sorry to hear that! But all that is very understandable. Humble request? Donât delete the blog, please? Itâs still a nice place to see art and fiction for a relatively small community of fans (for this specific AU compared to the rest of the Supernatural fandom of course). Thanks for starting this wonderful thing, your art is precious and adorable.
thank you so much!! and don't worry, i have no intentions of deleting this blog! people still send in the occasional submission, which is really awesome. :))
ahhh okay i knew I'd get a question like this sooner or later and well
i'm sorry to say that the answer is probably never :c i could give a ton of excuses but honestly, the truth is, i've lost interest in this story as well as spn in general. it was a great ride, but i've moved on to personal projects that demand my attention now.
i know this is lame as hell and i'm sorry. i appreciate every single one of you guys, whether you contributed fanart or fanfiction or sent me a nice encouraging message or even just followed this silly little ask blog. i'm astonished it got as much attention as it did, and i'll always treasure the things you guys have given me in return.
Howdy! I really, really, love your blog and this au, so I wrote a fanfiction for you! It's about Balthazar because there can never be enough love for him, hehe. There's going to be two chapters to it, so here's part 1!
The alcohol cabinet. A place filled with wonder and mystery for an alcoholic-angel-turned-toddler. More namely, Balthazar.
Said angel was on his tiptoes reaching for the cabinet. His fluffy silver wings were flapping around wildly;he wasn't quite used to the fact he couldn't fly anymore now that he was a toddler and he just flapped his wings around out of habit(It certainly got on Dean's nerves after he accidentally hit Castiel one time.)
Bobby had left the cupboard unlocked while in a tipsy state last night and it was sheer luck Balthazar had seen him do so. He enjoyed watching the old man mutter about "friggen witches" and "stupid toddler angel things" even though he, too, despised the curse.
The moose was making lunch in the kitchen. Dean was out at the store, and Bobby, of course, was upstairs napping away a hang over.
This was a perfect opportunity to sneak a bottle or two of wine. No one would even notice! They were always fighting about who drank what; why should this be any different?
After a few futile minutes of jumping around at the base of the cabinet, Balthazar raced to grab five of the largest books off the shelf across the room; whose titles included War and Peace as well as the huge tome of Fantastic Beasts and Where to find them. He made a ladder of sorts out of the novels and eagerly climbed up it to the awaiting cabinet. His uncoordinated toddler hands managed to pry open the door, reaching to grab the neck of a wine bottle when-
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
"Castiel? Balthazar? Gabriel? Lunch is ready!"
The gigantor stomped into the room in search of Balthazar and his siblings.
Uh-oh.
Not allowing himself to panic-which was shockingly good restraint for a toddler!-little Balthazar did the only thing that would prevent him from getting in trouble. He climbed right into that cupboard and shut the door quietly behind him. He sat squeezed between two bottles of red wine, and held his breath as Sam gave the room a very quick once over. When he heard the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse theme song blaring from the tv in the next room over, he automatically jogged into the next room(seeing as it was Gabe's favorite show, he assumed he'd forced the rest of the angels to watch it with him.)
Balthazar sighed in relief when he was certain Sam had left. He pushed against the door gently, trying to open it, but it seemed as if the door needed more effort. He tried again, harder, but it still wouldn't move. He scooted back up to the back panel of the cupboard and slammed his little body against the door. Again, it wouldn't budge.Â
He groaned quietly, realizing what had happened. He had locked himself in the cupboard. Well...at least he had the wine bottles to keep him company.
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written for spnbbverse: The angels don't appreciate being woken on Sunday mornings and after Cas' latest explosive episode, Sam and Dean want to know why.
"Cas...buddy, câmonâŠitâs late."Â
"But Dean, sleeping is difficult. Especially in this size bodyâŠthat and Gabriel keeps kicking meâŠ"
Dean being domestic with Cas, still stuck in his tiny inconvenient body, whiling away the wee hours. The coffee mug was a gag gift from Sam.
And one thing is for sure, you cannot truly be called a Winchester until you own and wear plaid.
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Another batch of angel BBs. Watching some mesmerizing Disney movie or something. Gabe is captivated, Cas is worried, Balthazar is pissed, and DeanâŠis done.
Roughly inspired by the Askspnbbverse blog and my favorite birthday present, an ongoing fic written for me by my significant other. I adore her face.
Image inspired by THIS fic called âDean Smashâ which I later learned was inspired by the Ask Spnbbverse blog (which is so cute, btw). Anyway, bunch of bb!angels with wings squooshed under heavy coats being cranky and giving Dean a run for his money. And Gabe being a little shit, as always. This verse is a super adorable guilty pleasure of mine so, this might not be the last of these three.
Multi chapter fic I've been working on for months! Hope you like? Let me know if there's anything you'd like me to write or if you have any suggestions.Â
(âCause when itâs Fall, everyone likes to throw leaves and spin on themselves while they fall around. Why would Cas be an exception ? And why Dean wouldnât introduce him to the magic of the Fall ?)
I noticed the disturbing lack of death-fics on this blog :)
 Gabriel hummed softly to his brothers, trying to drown out the fight that was going on outside of their hiding place.
 âIs it over?â Balthazar asked quietly. Gabriel hushed him and crept to the attic door, gently opening it. He was glad that it was kept well-oiled, so it didn't squeak.
 "Câmon,â he beckoned. The other two ran up and gripped onto his shirt and hand, and they snuck down the hall. Gabriel could feel two beating hearts in his grace, but whether human or demon he couldn't tell. They went down the stairs, and Castiel let out a small sob when he saw the bodies.
 âDean,â he sniffed, sitting down next to him, âDean, get up.â Balthazar looked around, and let out a cry when he spotted a blood-stained plaid shirt.
 âSam!â he said, running over to the man and shaking him, âSam, wake up! Please!â Gabriel wasn't thinking about them, because if their hearts weren't beating, then something elseâs was. He had a plan, and if it was going to work, he would need all the grace he could muster. He held he hands out, feeling the heartbeats come closer, and began humming again.
 âG-Gabriel?â Castiel asked, âWhat are youâŠ?â
 âIâm going to bring them back,â he said, humming louder with the increased volume of the heartbeats.
 âYouâre not at full power!â Balthazar yelled, âYouâll die!â Gabriel ignored him. The heartbeats were close, not much longer now.
 âGot you, brats!â a demon laughed, bursting into the room with another. Gabriel let out a small yell and the demons froze. Slowly, they turned to stone and crumbled, and a small light came from their bodies and went into Sam and Dean. Gabriel collapsed.
 âGabriel!â Castiel screamed, moving away from Dean and shaking his brother, âGabriel!â He started crying harder, sobs wracking his small body, âGabriel!â He felt someone scoop him up, and clung to their shirt. Dean hugged Castiel tightly, whispering small âIts okayâs and âHeâll be fineâs.
 But it wasn't, and he wouldn't. Sam would come over with Balthazar, and he would be the one to confirm Gabrielâs death. Castiel and Balthazar would be completely inconsolable for a few days, refusing to come down from the attic. Eventually, Dean would ask how to properly bury an angel, and Balthazar would tell him between sobs that âYou donât just bury them! They have to go back to Heaven!â Dean, Sam, and Bobby would keep up a running prayer for someone, anyone, to come collect Gabriel. No one would answer, and Dean would decide to give Gabriel a hunterâs burial. Castiel and Balthazar wouldn't like it, but they would still come down to see him off. They would give him the burial, and life would continue; a bit quieter than it was before.
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« Later that night, Belle sneacked out of her room to eat and explore the castle. Cogsworth and LumiĂšre started to give Belle a tour, but she slipped away to see the forbidden west wing. âI wonderwhat heâs hiding there,â she said. When she came to Beastâs room, she found the enchanted rose under a bell jar. She was about to touch itâs soft petals when the Beast came charging towards her. » Dean stoped his reading when Samâs head come resting against his and a low snoring followed. The hunterâs lips twitched and he grinned.
The day had been exhausting. The television had broken down for no reason in the morning, and without the contraption, it was more difficult to have the little angels (more exactly two of them) to behave. And on a rainy afternoon there wasnât much to do. So Dean and Sam had tuck ed the kids with them in the couch for a little nap and it was a success. The hunter was only halfway trough the story and the kids where already fast asleep ⊠Sam inclued. Deanâs smile softened and he chuckled quietly to himself.
«Dean ? » Castielâs very quiet and sleepy voice rose, surprising the hunter.
« Sorry Cas, did I wake you ? » he asked, his tone soft as he let his hand run through the angel soft dark locks.
The pint-sized angel brought his trenchcoat(/security blanket) closer to him and snuggled into Dean chest, small hands fisting into his shirt.
« Dean, what happend next ? »
Dean lowered his voice, not needing the same volume as before now that he had just one listener left.
« âDonât touch that !â he bellowed. âI told you not to come here ! Get out !â Bell ran from the room, down the stairs and out into the freezing night. She leaped onto Phillipe and began to race him through the woods. She would not stay at the castle with the horrible Beast, no matter what she had promised ! »
Castiel closed his eyes as Dean continued to narrate the fairytale. He liked the hunterâs voice and for once he was glad that Gabriel had done something he certainly shouldnât have do.
