The Song Remains the Same
Rating: PG-13/T
Genre: Romance/Humor/Tragedy/Hurt/Comfort/Drama/Angst
Summary: Will have more than one chapter. Drabbles for just about every pairing under the sun, slash and het alike. Spoiler-heavy in some places.
Author's Note: I don't know. It just kind of hit me one Saturday morning, and I thought… YESH, I CAN DO THAT. It was a manageable amount of writing for each pairing, and the only thing I had to live up to was my promise of many different pairings.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. It belongs to Eric Kripke.
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.she pulled on his hand with a devilish grin. (Dean/Bela)
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"Sam'll be back any minute."
Dean's voice was hesitant and a little slurred from the lip-lock he'd just gotten out of, but his pace never slowed. He could feel Bela's manicured nails through his t-shirt, which she currently had a fistful of as she yanked him towards the motel room.
She whipped around, dragged him forward and pulled him into yet another bruising kiss, and he could feel her smirking against his lips. When she pulled back, Dean knew he must have looked like a slack-jawed idiot, and waited for her rebuttal. But all he got was,
"Angry sex only works when we're angry, Dean," She cooed. "If we have it when we're not angry, then we might end up lovers. You wouldn't want that, now would you?"
Dean shivered, and for a moment forgot who she was and how much he hated her and only just barely managed to stop himself from saying "I don't give a damn."
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.things i felt but i never said. (Bobby/Ellen)
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"Bobby Singer, pick your dang head up and get your wheel-coated ass over here." Ellen was nothing if not blunt.
Jo giggled a little, but then wisely zipped it and found a reason to saunter off into the kitchen when her mother gave her a flat, pointed look. The Ellen locked her eyes on Bobby again.
"I don't give a damn if you can't walk, Singer. You're alive, and you still have arms, don't you? You're still useful, and I don't want to hear any of this 'poor pitiful me' bullshit from you of all people. It's bad enough from the boys."
Bobby rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I lo-"(-ve you too) Halfway through, Jo's voice called out,
"Mom! Where did you put the sawed-off?"
"It's still in the trunk!" She turned back to him. "What was that, Bobby?"
"Nothing."
The next night, when Sam, Dean and Cas return without mother and daughter, Bobby wished he'd finished his sentence.
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.i like it here beside you dear. (Castiel/Rachel)
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After a solid week of tracking four of Raphael's followers through the Midwest on what Castiel was now seriously suspecting to be a wild goose chase, he, Rachel, Tabris, Nuriel and Daniel were exhausted. They sat, Behind the Curtain, along the wall outside of some brick building somewhere in a small town in Oklahoma.
The rain started, and they didn't care if they got wet. They were too tired. Too focused on recuperation. But to his right, Castiel saw Rachel shiver; normally angels weren't as sensitive to temperature, but when in a vessel and low on power they became more susceptible.
For a moment, he thought about taking off the jacket that wasn't his but Jimmy Novak's and draping it around her, but that required too much finagling. He had a much more efficient solution anyway.
"Rachel." She turned to look at him only to feel what was unmistakably a smooth and silky wing brushing her cheek as it curled around her, creating a warm and soft cocoon and inviting her to get closer to him.
"Cas, you don't have to-"
The only response she got was the wing tightening around her and Castiel's arm sliding around her shoulders as well, and she fell silent.
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.tell me it's over i'll still love you the same. (Castiel/Dean)
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"What do you want from me?"
Castiel tilted his head to the side, as though it were obvious. It wasn't as though this was the first time he'd come to Dean's room (or wherever it was he happened to be sleeping on a given night) and giving him that Look.
"I thought it was obvious."
Dean stared at him. "You think," He said slowly, dangerously, eyes darkening in a way that had always been so very attractive in spite of the fury they implied, "That I want to hop into bed with you? I don't even want to see you right now! Get out!"
"Why?"
"Because you're a walking, talking, nuclear-fucking-reactor right now and I don't give a shit if you're God now get your ass out!"
Dean was huffing and puffing and glaring so hard at Castiel with such a cold, ugly look that the former angel took a step back.
And even through the shield of souls pulsing beneath his skin, Castiel felt the words penetrate and sting and hurt, and the old God had given humans free will and no one used it more than Dean, so Castiel left without another word.
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.do i attract you do i repulse you. (Balthazar/Atropos)
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"Be still my beating heart! You actually have a sense of humor!" After a performance clown fell to his death from a trapeze into a box of squeaky-horns, managing to somehow produce the tune 'Camptown Races' perfectly before falling still.
Atropos didn't even look up as she crossed off the name in her book. "You don't have a heart, Balthazar."
"Aisa! I'm offended by that. And besides, as long as I'm possessing this fellow, I do in fact have a heart."
She snorted, spun on her heel and walked away. "Like heck you do." Her attempts at avoiding profanity had always been adorable to him.
"You still made that I left before you woke up, darling?" Atropos turned on her heel to glare at him, but he had disappeared from sight, and the next moment he'd snatched her book from her.
"Hey!"
"How about this," Balthazar said, thumbing through the pages until he found a list of un-crossed names. "I'll take you out to dinner tonight, and then we can go axe that lawyer who's doing the carnival dunk-tank for charity. Should be a hoot."
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.your heart is real it isn't bulletproof. (Gabriel/Kali)
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"So if I show myself, are you going to stab me again?"
Kali puffed up like an angry bird. If she had feathers, they would have been ruffled.
"Get out."
Gabriel materialized out of thin air. "What'd I do?"
"You know what you did."
"Faking my death?"
Kali glared at him with the sort of eyes that most people usually saw right before they died a slow and painful death, and it clicked.
"You're still angry about the angel thing?"
"You lied to me."
"I lie to a lot of people."
"You lied to me."
And Gabriel wanted to pretend that he couldn't get that, that he was really that stupid, but when a woman like Kali let you in to the inner workings of her mind for a couple hundred years and then you betray her, it wasn't easy to figure out why she didn't want to talk to you anymore.
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.i wanna roll with her a hard pair we will be. (Lucifer/Lilith)
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The sweetness of sin was always the strongest with her.
Her, his golden-haired angel-who-was-actually-human, his strong-willed Lilith with the coy smile and dancing eyes, the combination of which was a clear "come hither" if he'd ever seen one.
"You are beautiful," Lucifer cooed as she slid away from him, teasing. "Will you be my wife?" And for a moment her expression darkened, and she frowned, and he knew she was thinking of God and Adam and how her strong and outspoken ways had gotten her thrown out of Eden, and how she would never want to be forced into submission to another man again.
But Lucifer caught her quickly and cupped her face. "You will never submit to me," He whispered. "Others will submit to you. Because you're the first. The best. My favorite. And as long as you love me, I will never make you submit."
And Lilith smiled again, the mischief and the vigor and certainty returning, and she kissed him hard before pulling back, arms around his neck.
"I can do that. Easily."
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.i'll drive so fucking far away that i never cross your mind. (Dean/Lisa)
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Dean watched, parked around the corner as Ben hopped out of the car door and immediately raced around to the other side to help his mom out.
Lisa laughed. "Ben, the doctors okayed me to drive. I think I can get out of a car on my own." But she leaned down and kissed his forehead. "But thank you anyway, my little gentleman." Ben grinned and puffed out his chest.
Dean's lips twitched upwards, and against his will he felt his eyes burning and tearing up, and without another word he put the Impala into drive and took off down the road, not looking back.
Lisa, meanwhile, was fishing the keys out of her purse and moving to unlock the door when she noticed that the garage seemed a little shabby and that she should really get around to re-painting it. Suddenly the image of a man appeared in her mind's eye, dressed in a black t-shirt and holding a paint roller in hand and working on the wall, muscles flexing visibly beneath the shirt. I'll ask him to do it, Was the sentence that rolled through her mind reflexively, unbidden.
Lisa blinked.
That was weird.
She didn't know any guys who looked like that, never mind ones she could comfortably as to paint her garage.
She shook her head and wondered if maybe the doctors had let her home earlier than was wise.
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.i can feel you falling away. (Balthazar/Castiel)
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"Are you sure there's nothing I can say or do that will talk you out of this?"
Balthazar watched Castiel's expression and most importantly his eyes as his brother turned to look at him.
Castiel looked tired, unhappy and haunted to a point that had Balthazar more than a touch nervous and wondering about his brother's sanity. He had a feeling as to what Castiel would say before he said it, but held out the hope that it would be better than what he was expecting and that he wouldn't have to go running to the bloody Winchesters to help them stop him.
Castiel looked him in the eye, and Balthazar flinched at how penetrating the stare was. "Yes, Balthazar. I'm sure." And slowly, he turned to look away again, not at any particular place or object.
Balthazar took a deep breath, hopped off the table he'd been sitting on and went over to his brother, wrapping his arms around his shoulders in a tight embrace, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"I'll be back soon, then."
Castiel did not look at him. "Take your time."
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.i'll never forget those eyes that beautiful smile. (Sam/Jess)
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In the good dreams, when he had them, Jess was in the bedroom in their house or the kitchen. She had usually been happy, usually been content, but in those two places she had been at her best. In bed she was snuggling with Sam, and in the kitchen she was baking, her favorite hobby.
Sam would come back from one of his classes, usually through the kitchen, and if she was in a particularly bubbly mood or not immediately in the middle of a project, he'd get a tackle-hug, a kiss, and then an offering of whatever it was she'd been making. If something was already in the process of baking, she would offer him the bowl and let him sample the dough.
And he would grin and compliment her, perfect as always, and her eyes would light up and she would smile wide and sweet, and everything about her would glow.
On the few nights when he didn't dream about her stuck to the ceiling, mouth open in frightened surprised and eyes frozen in terror, this was what he remembered of Jessica, what he missed the most.