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amberdreamsWar amongst the rebels
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SPN100 Drabble Challenge: word count 100
Challenge word: mad
Warnings: None
Summary: Castiel is carrying more than souls inside him, there are darker things contributing to his God delusion.
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Red mist descends. Everything is red – crimson, carmine, alizarin – blood. Who’d have thought madness would look as beautiful as this; like a hundred glowing sunsets across the sedimentary layers of the Grand Canyon.
Ironic, really, when its origins lie in the molten tar-blackness of the thousands of leviathans that squirm inside him.
Red clears to crystal blue. Finally Castiel can see the destruction he’s wrought – dark shadowed wings burnt into grass no longer fresh and green.
He waits for the horror that never comes; then after a moment, he smiles.
God looks on his creation and it is good.
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This next one is part of a set of six, all by different writers - you can read the set on fanfic.net.
Donut Fear
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SPN100 Drabble Challenge: word count 100
Challenge word: mad
Warnings:
Summary: Sheriffs Mills and Hanscomb join the Winchesters, Castiel and Crowley on a haunted train.
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The train whistle screeches as they enter a tunnel.
Donna’s not scared. Nope. She can cope with a simple ghost hunt, you betcha. It’s no worse than dealing with Joe Wiggins when he gets drunk on a Saturday night.
She follows Jody’s lead, searching the carriage for anything this ghost might be attached to. She doesn’t know what happened to the Winchesters, but the tense set of Jody’s shoulders speaks volumes.
Guess they shouldn’t have made the ghost mad. She’d been close to shoving Dean’s over-protective ass off the train herself, mind.
Not until after he’d shared his donuts though.
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SPN100 Drabble Challenge: word count 100
Challenge word: mad
Warnings: None
Summary: Castiel is carrying more than souls inside him, there are darker things contributing to his God delusion.
***********
Red mist descends. Everything is red – crimson, carmine, alizarin – blood. Who’d have thought madness would look as beautiful as this; like a hundred glowing sunsets across the sedimentary layers of the Grand Canyon.
Ironic, really, when its origins lie in the molten tar-blackness of the thousands of leviathans that squirm inside him.
Red clears to crystal blue. Finally Castiel can see the destruction he’s wrought – dark shadowed wings burnt into grass no longer fresh and green.
He waits for the horror that never comes; then after a moment, he smiles.
God looks on his creation and it is good.
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This next one is part of a set of six, all by different writers - you can read the set on fanfic.net.
Donut Fear
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SPN100 Drabble Challenge: word count 100
Challenge word: mad
Warnings:
Summary: Sheriffs Mills and Hanscomb join the Winchesters, Castiel and Crowley on a haunted train.
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The train whistle screeches as they enter a tunnel.
Donna’s not scared. Nope. She can cope with a simple ghost hunt, you betcha. It’s no worse than dealing with Joe Wiggins when he gets drunk on a Saturday night.
She follows Jody’s lead, searching the carriage for anything this ghost might be attached to. She doesn’t know what happened to the Winchesters, but the tense set of Jody’s shoulders speaks volumes.
Guess they shouldn’t have made the ghost mad. She’d been close to shoving Dean’s over-protective ass off the train herself, mind.
Not until after he’d shared his donuts though.
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Date: 2015-03-03 06:18 pm (UTC)and Sam/Jody, so they could double-date!
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Date: 2015-03-03 06:17 pm (UTC)"Red mist descends. Everything is red – crimson, carmine, alizarin – blood. Who’d have thought madness would look as beautiful as this; like a hundred glowing sunsets across the sedimentary layers of the Grand Canyon."