#gen!fic

Me: gonna write me some meaningless fluff

'meaningless fluff' outline, two hours later: CHARACTER is good at UNIQUE ABILITY but it's held back by MAJOR FLAW. They have PROBLEM, which they notice as SYMPTOM. If they do RESPONSE then they will get OUTCOME. In the end, they actually DO/DON'T and this is GOOD/BAD.

Summary: Gabriel is back but in order to really help the Winchesters, he needs a new vessel.

Characters: Gabriel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Arthur Ketch (mentioned), Asmodeus (mentioned), Mary Winchester (mentioned), Jack (mentioned)

Word Count: 983

Warnings: cursing, mention of past torture, angel possession

A/N: So, I read this article about Dean in the coming episodes (there are some vague season 13 spoilers if you read it) and this was the first thing that popped into my head.  I couldn’t focus on anything else until I got it down on paper and I’m not convinced that something like this won’t actually happen...

Also, I’m making this an entry into the @gabriel-monthly-challenge for March!  One of the prompts was a song called Broken Halos by Chris Stapleton and the chorus really feels like it fits this one.  I’m hoping to write another with one or more of the other amazing prompts, too!

New Vessel - 

Seen my share of broken halos Folded wings that used to fly They've all gone wherever they go Broken halos that used to shine      - Broken Halos by Chris Stapleton

“I can’t do it.”  Gabriel’s voice was firm and steady, despite the fact that he hadn’t been able to use it for much of the past decade.  With Ketch’s help, Sam, Dean, and Cas had been able to break him out of the prison Asmodeus had created for him.  The brothers had loaded the archangel into the back of the Impala and then driven him back to the bunker where they began to nurse him back to health.  It had been slow going but, after they had convinced Gabriel that they were real and not just another hallucination created to torture him into submission, he had started making real progress.  

With Sam standing at his side, Dean had just told Gabriel about their predicament.  They still hadn’t been able to track down a way to get to Jack and Mary.  They had all the ingredients to open the portal except one - the grace of an archangel.  They didn’t need all of it, Sam had assured him, and Castiel was willing to share his grace with Gabriel until he had returned to his full power but the recently rescued archangel had still bristled at the idea.

But—despite my internalised cringing—in fact, my lighthearted writing doesn't cheapen my serious writing, or the other way round! And it's not like one fic can't be both—I've seen people describe the drunk!Eula fic as an almost-humour character study and an almost-dark crackfic, and neither is wrong. Serious!silly and silly!serious are important aesthetics ♥️

Format:

Title - Square Filled - Pairing(s)

Presidential Pilgrimage - Historian!Dean - Dean x Reader

Thar Be Dragons - Fairytale AU - Pre-Sabriel

Someone Like You - Internet Dating - Destiel

Promposal - High School!AU - Destiel

Now with 100% more art!!

Talk To Him - Mechanic!Cas - Destiel

Art and ficlet - Rock Star!Dean - gen

Malinger - Single Parent!AU - Sabriel

Deuces Wild - Vegas Card Dealer!Dean - Destiel

Poseidon Rising - Diver!Cas - gen

The Bestest Job - Zookeeper!Dean - gen

Skin Wars - Model!Cas - Destiel

The Full Vegas Experience - Accidental Marriage - Sabriel

Guten Tag - Free Space - Sabriel (model!Sam, Fashion Designer!Gabriel)

Art and ficlet - Prince!Sam - gen

Summary: Dean thinks that he’s got the best job as the zookeeper.  His favorite thing to do is play with the animals, especially the cheetahs.

Written for @spnaubingo, square filled Zookeeper!Dean Written for @spnfluffbingo, square filled child AU

Pairing: gen!fic

Word Count: 506

Rating: General Warnings: None

A/N: This is based on real life events that I witnessed and it was just the cutest thing and I had to write about it.  That is all.  Also, thanks to @nobodys-baby-now for assuring me that this is, in fact, adorable and not dumb like I was worried.  Also, also, sorry to my forevers who are getting tagged a bunch today... hopefully you’re enjoying the drabbles, though!

The Bestest Job - 

Being the zookeeper was the bestest job and Dean loved it!  He got to play with all the animals and got to be in charge of something important.  Dean was strolling through his zoo, a wide smile on his face.  He walked around, stopping to check in on the various animals, his wide brimmed cap protecting his eyes from the sun.  Dean said hello to a few of the zoo’s guests who were eating at a nearby table and then a thought struck him that made the zookeeper take off running.

“I have to let the cheetahs out!  I have to let the cheetahs out!” Dean shouted as he ran through the zoo.  He held his keys up high above his head as he moved, dashing and dodging his way through excited crowds of people.  Everyone wanted to see the cheetahs and they were relying on Dean to make it happen for them.  Dean’s zoo had the finest cheetah’s in the world.  They were the fastest and prettiest animals Dean had ever seen and they were, by far, his favorite.  There were three cheetahs at the zoo that day and Dean couldn’t wait to play with them.

Dean made it to the cheetahs’ enclosure in record time and jammed his key into the lock, flinging the door open wide.  As soon as the door was open, the cheetahs ran out.  Dean laughed as he gave chase to the cats who were purring and growling at the zoo’s delighted patrons.  One of the cheetahs even stopped to let someone pet her before she moved on.

Now that the cheetahs were free, Dean chased them around the zoo, high five-ing the people that he passed.  It was the most fun thing to do on a warm day like today.  Dean was having the time of his life and he could tell that the cheetahs were enjoying themselves too.

“Dean,” someone called and the zookeeper looked over his shoulder, “it’s time to go, sweetie!  Sammy needs his nap.”  

Dean took off running again, this time toward his mom and dad.  The paper hat he had been wearing flew off as he launched himself into his dad’s arms.  His mom leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek before checking on baby Sammy in his stroller.  “Say goodbye to your friends.”

Dean waved back at Benny, Gabriel, and Jo, who were all just getting back to their feet after prancing around on their hands and knees while pretending to be the cheetahs.  “Bye guys!  See you at school tomorrow,” he hollered at his friends.  

“Bye Dean,” Benny and Jo called back while Gabriel yelled “Next time, I get to be the zookeeper!”

Dean’s parents walked him and Sam away as Gabriel, Benny, and Jo started arguing about who got to be the next zookeeper and which animals they would have the others be.

The last thing he heard as the door closed behind him was an exasperated Jo asking “How do you even pretend to be a platypus?”

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Created for @spnaubingo; square filled: Prince!Sam

Sam was nervous.  He had an official audience with his father, the King, and he wasn’t sure how is father was going to respond to his news.  Lawrence was a small country filled with proud people and what he was asking might be interpreted as a slight to the nation.  Yet, Sam knew he had to try.

Despite his preference for more casual clothing, Sam dressed in his royal finery, his cloak and crown weighing heavy on his shoulders and brow, both literally and figuratively.  He knew his father and the nobles who were gathered in the throne room would appreciate the gesture.  It might even placate them some to see Sam embracing his heritage.

It was nearly time.  Sam gathered what he needed, slipping the letter into a pocket, and stepped into the hallway.  Two palace guards in neat suits snapped to attention.  “At ease,” Sam muttered, not much one for all of the formality.  He was well trained, himself, and yet everywhere Sam went, there were guards of one sort or another following him.  It was one of the reasons he hoped his father would grant him his petition.  He knew that he would never be without some sort of entourage but outside of Lawrence, his face was not well known and his status as Prince even less so.

Upon his arrival to the throne room, Sam’s presence was announced.  He walked straight to where his father sat, dropping to one knee and bowing his head in deference to the King and remaining in place until his father told him to rise.  Sam took a deep, calming breath and got back to his feet.  Though he was sure his nerves were displayed plainly on his face, he looked his father in the eye and made his request.

“Father, I have been accepted into a prestigious American university.  I ask your permission to attend.”

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