Novel - drabble for open_on_Sunday

Title: Novel
Characters: Angel, Spike
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Sadly, they are not mine.
A/N: for open_on_sunday

He hadn’t asked to be turned into what he was – a vampire with a soul. Angel was cursed with it, and hated it for a century before he learned to live a different life. The soul had changed him, but it wasn’t anything he would have wished for.

Certainly, it wasn’t anything he would’ve fought for. Not the way Spike had gone up against Demon Trials to earn a soul of his very own. Whatever reasons he may have had, the first time he saw Angel after he got his soul he asked, “Not so novel now, are you, Peaches?”

Not A Drop To Drink for spn_30snapshots

Title: Not A Drop To Drink
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #26, Water
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: They were being followed.

In the depths of tonight’s drunken thoughts, it occurred to Dean that there was a theme woven through the most important moments he’d had with his angel.

Castiel in his dream as he sat by a pier, fishing, looking out onto a beautiful lake.

Both of them trying to figure out why the hell he didn’t have the power to get himself off a shrimping boat off the coast of Delacroix, and making the realization of just how far Castiel had fallen. For Dean.

It was pouring down rain outside the first time they kissed, Dean’s hands sliding under Castiel’s wet shirt and feeling Castiel grabbing onto his dripping hair.

The last glimpse he caught of his angel, the thing that had taken Cas over was walking slowly out into the water until he disappeared underneath it.

Dean had just wrung out the dripping trenchcoat he’d recovered and kept moving. There was nothing else he could do.

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Title: Not Just In My Head
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Chuck
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #04, Listen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: He didn’t ask for this.

At first, he tried to block it out.

Maybe Chuck really had been drinking too much, spending too many days and weeks cooped up alone in his house. He just couldn’t do anything else, though, with this crazy perception making its way from his body to his brain, a feeling like something was taking control of him.

And then it started. The voices, the pictures, the stories.

He didn’t want to hear them, but he had no choice except to listen. They weren’t going anywhere.

So he started to write. Hell, if he had to listen to all this nonsense, he ought to make other people listen to it too.

FIC - Dean's Colt (for ladytiferet) - reposted

I wrote this ficlet for a friend about Dean's relationship with his weapons six months ago but I decided to repost since I got some really great feedback on it via email recently and I added a little pic. Hope y'all like it.

http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/25425.html