Check-In #1!

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Welcome to the first check-in for the Team Free Will Big Bang! It's time to see how everyone's doing!

[Poll #1975262]

If you'd like to post a snippet of your fic in the comments, we'd love to see what you're working on! But to keep things interesting, comment ANONYMOUSLY with your snippet of no more than 100 words. That way we don't spoil the surprises at claims!

(And we know not everyone has a livejournal, so you can't all vote in the poll. Send us an email or an ask and let us know how you're doing, if you don't have an LJ account!)

We can't wait to see what everyone's up to!

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Snippet :-)

[(Anonymous)]

Dean dives behind the console as the doors slide shut with a click on either side of the station, leaving him stranded as the cracks on the viewport spiderweb out from the impact. He starts towards the one he knows Sam and Cas are behind, feet slipping in the residue, but there’s the sound of shattering glass behind him and it’s all he can do to dive behind the security station and brace himself.

[(Anonymous)]

Dean parked the car, and they each grabbed a gun just in case, before walking to the door. The plant was, as expected, empty and dark, and very much locked. These are the kinds of things magic is good for, Dean thought, carefully picking his way through the third lock they had encountered. Harry Potter coulda just Alohamora’d the shit out of this.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh THIS sounds exciting!!

[(Anonymous)]

(oh god ohhh god I'm super excited!!! I might be doing another idea I have stored instead of this one. Regardless, this is super exciting!!!)

Sam nodded in silent agreement. "Anyway, last day before Thanksgiving, and we'll be out after that." He threw a quick grin. "You still up for the dinner?"

Castiel returned the easy smile. "I think so."

"Great. As you were, officer." Sam mock-saluted with a crooked grin.

"As you were." Castiel replied with a grin, and resumed on the reports.

[chickcheney.livejournal.com]

Awww, this sounds adorable.

[(Anonymous)]

Dean sighed heavily. "How about you figure out a plan, and I'll think about going along with it?"
"That's all I'm getting out of you tonight, isn't it?" Sam asked.
"Probably."
"You won't even come down to see the crime scene?" Sam jerked his head toward the door again.
"What's the point?" Dean asked. "I don't know what the hell I'm looking for. You're the detective. Go detect. If you need something punched, you know where to find me."

[(Anonymous)]

Digging is easier with three of them. It surprises Dean, actually, because he and Sam have had a system for their entire lives, and Cas slots right in like it's no big deal.

It's kind of a big deal.

He can tell Sam's impressed by the way his mood lightens. He's always bitchy when they have to do this part, and it's not like Dean doesn't understand – it sucks – but there's nothing to do but do it. The longer it takes, the bitchier Sam is, usually, but tonight he's humming under his breath, like this is great fun.

oh god oh god *hides*

[(Anonymous)]

Dean merely watches him; studies the curve of his lips, the flex of his jaw, the bob of his neck as he swallows. Follows his eyes crawl over Dean like he's up for sale, tracks the red smoke roiling beneath flushed skin, so hot the air around him shimmers like asphalt baking in the sun.

"Your new brethren," Crowley explains, explaining nothing. "Brothers and sisters. Aunts and uncles. Cousins a thousand times removed. Millions of them, tortured souls all. Most of them are completely useless, tell you the truth, but when God gives you sinners, you — well," he says, shrugging, "you make do."

Re: oh god oh god *hides*

[meatball42.livejournal.com]

OMG this sounds totally epic

[chickcheney.livejournal.com]

This sounds really, really interesting.

[(Anonymous)]

Finally, after another five minutes, Dean arrived. He didn’t order anything particularly complicated, just a plain black coffee. Some things never changed. Sam’s mouth went dry. It wasn’t like his voice had changed over the years, or that his sweet tooth had gone away. Sure his coffee was black (gotta drink your coffee like a man, Sammy) but the place was having a special on almond croissants so Dean was taking three of them like one wasn’t enough sugar and fat to get you through a week of hunting. And that voice – God, that voice.

[(Anonymous)]

Meg had to admit that this angel had guts. "Because he was bought by Dean as in the Knight of Hell Dean, Alistair's star pupil. He's already killed the two demons who roughed up your dear Sammy, didn't like the idea of anyone but him marking what's his, if Sam's going to be any marks they will be his. Only a fool or someone with a death wish would dare try and take Sam away from Dean and feathers you look like a lot of things but fool you are not."

[(Anonymous)]

Then there’s the night when Sam, Castiel and Deanna are all driving back from errands. Castiel is in the back seat with the bags of things like toilet paper and dish soap. She’s watching the houses and cracked sidewalks flow past the window when Sam slams on the breaks.
“Fucking hell,” Deanna yelps.
“Look!” Sam points. Castiel and Deanna crowd to their windows.
“What?” Castiel is the first to ask.
“It’s a foldable table.”
And yes, Castiel can see a brown square of what looks like plastic and metal leaning against a tree, and yes it has one leg sticking out into the air.
“Ok.” Deanna draws the word out.
“I’m taking it,” Sam clacks the door open.

snippet

[(Anonymous)]

Dean hauled the atlas out. “If we take 56 west,” indicating the route on the map, “we’ll be in Stanford by dawn. But,” he said, tracing a different path, “if we continue south on 15-”
“Las Vegas.” Sam looked dubious.
Dean smiled broadly, one eyebrow quirked up puckishly.
“I’ve never been to Vegas,” said Cas. “I would be happy to stop for a night or two, if the schedule permits. I can pay; I’ve got money.”
“And if we break down and get stranded ’til Monday?”
“Then you and Cas can get out and push,” Dean grinned.

[(Anonymous)]

“Ain’t she a beaut?” Dean says with a flourish towards the house. Beside him Castiel shrugs noncommittally and Sam pulls a face.

Beside him, Sam frowns. “It’s kind of... ratty, don’t you think?”

Dean waves him off. “She’s just a fixer, Sammy. Think of it as a project. Something to keep your hands busy.” He turns to Castiel and gives an encouraging grin. “You like it, don’t you, Cas?”

Castiel just shrugs again. Dean takes it as an agreement.

[coragyps.livejournal.com]

Mmm, I smell a domestic curtain!fic and I CAN'T WAIT! My favorite :)

[(Anonymous)]

“You know… You’re right, Uriel is a dick.”
“And?”
“And Castiel isn’t.” Sam tilts his head. “He really listened to us. To you.”
“Yeah, guy’s convinced I’m the next Jesus or something.”
“I don’t think that’s what it was.”
Now that’s the voice of Sam getting some inspired idea, and Dean looks up, only to find a highly suspicious and wrong gleam in his brother’s eyes. “Oh hell no.”
“Are you telling me you didn’t notice? The way he stared at you when you talked? Or even when you didn’t. Dean, he stared at you when he was talking to me.” Sam laughs.
“It’s cause I’m the pretty one,” Dean retorts, and crap, he must be drunk if he’s leaving openings like that.

[(Anonymous)]

“You gotta do what you gotta do, but if you’re not back in a week I’m sending out search parties,” I said.

Cas thought that over for a second. “You can't send search parties to Heaven,” he said.

I managed to scrape out a smile. “I'd figure something out if I had to, Cas, but it's just a figure of speech.”

Cas inclined his head a little and I narrowed my eyes at him. “You knew that,” I said.

“I did,” he replied.

“Sneaky,” I said. Cas looked pleased with himself.

[(Anonymous)]

The place is packed and Sam looks around for an empty table, peering over the top of Dean's head. It's hella loud too, cutlery and crockery clattering and peoples voices babbling. It's not their kind of place at all and if it wasn't for the note, they wouldn't be here.

"Oh, God," Dean groans, and he points to a table in the corner with one person sitting there, reading a book.

"Cas," Sam says resigned.

"Here we go again," Dean mutters and heads towards the table.

"Cas. Hey."

Castiel looks up from his book and stares at them, his face pulled into a puzzled frown.

"I'm sorry. Have we met?"

[meatball42.livejournal.com]

ooooooooooooooohhh *wants*

[(Anonymous)]

Sam cleared his throat, rustling the newspaper. “Anyway. Doctors are calling it ‘post-traumatic amnesia’.”

There was a tense silence in which Dean frowned at the side of Sam’s head and Sam firmly ignored him.

Finally, Dean scoffed, flexing his fingers on the Impala’s well-worn wheel, and Sam relaxed, slumping against the door. “Post-traumatic amnesia, huh? Well, sounds like us. Where’re we headed?”

Sam scanned the article and snorted. “Pine Bluff, Ohio. Sounds charming.”

“Bet you a slice of pie they’ve got one stoplight and a diner run by a guy named Willy.”

“You’re on.”

[(Anonymous)]

Oooooooh I love your writing style! I can't wait to read more of this!!

Excerpt!

[(Anonymous)]

“Take it easy today, okay? Stay off your feet, drink lots of water, no caffeine. We can’t have any relapses, capiche?”

“Capiche,” said Cas, submitting to having his forehead tested for fever, then kissed when none was found.

“Take a break every hour or so and eat something, even if it's just a couple bites. Sam, make sure he eats? Even if he says he's not hungry or it tastes like molecules or something.”

“That was one time,” said Cas with dignity. “And I had a fever.”

“I'll make sure he eats,” said Sam, rolling his eyes.

[(Anonymous)]

'Visiting the godswoods.' Samantha declares with only the briefest of hesitation, knowing just what reaction her sister is going to have when those words leave her mouth.

'You were… visiting the godswoods? Why?' Deanna grimaces, as she loops her arm through her younger sister's, and starts to steer them back to the castle, deciding that they had been away too long, and that their father would come looking for them at any moment.

And right now, the last thing either of them want to see is their father, John Winchester.

'Because I believe, Dee.'

[(Anonymous)]

Dean's eyes widen as Sam plummets to the ground unconscious. Revealed behind his brother's hulking form is Cas, his face carved in determination.

"Now you know what your brother is willing to do for you, Dean," the creature before him states solemnly, "the length he's willing to go is the same as yours." Dean can't dispute it now or deny the staggering mix or agony and relief that whatever he had done in Sam's name was now reciprocated in full on his behalf. He sat with the ache of that for a long stretch of time, not in peace with the idea--never that--but at least a form of acceptance.

And then Cas brought him back with four simple words.

"And this is mine."

[(Anonymous)]

NICE! I'd totally read this...

Spoiler for season 5, don't read this if you've not seen it

[(Anonymous)]

This is the boy with the demon blood, the vessel of Darkness. This is the Other Brother.

Castiel’s family is shattered, torn apart at the seams by a wish to follow orders and do what is right. But as he watches this young boy’s adoration for his elder sibling, he wonders how Lucifer felt fighting his brother. How Sam will when battling Dean.

He takes one last look at the child’s dimpled smile and decides he doesn’t want to know.