Title: six words

Disclaimer: not my characters

Warnings: AUish, some take place in Hell

Pairings: various-gen, slash, het

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 470

Point of view: third

Note: prompts will be in bold

Supernatural, Lucifer, Father

Shake the throne - make him hurt.

Supernatural, Castiel, flying

So long since he soared eternity.

Supernatural, Lucifer, falling

In the end, all is light.

SPN, Castiel, most human words he ever said

I'll always die fighting... for you.

Supernatural, Castiel, nightmare

He's falling; Dean doesn't catch him.

Supernatural, Anna/Crowley, he did it all for her

Made a deal; keeps his word.

Supernatural, any/any, Thunder

Lucifer smiles, victorious, as Heaven falls.
On the throne, he embraces eternity.
"Now, Sam, don't you feel... proud?"
Dean broken before them, bloody, bowed.

"We close the Thunderer's mighty fist."
He misses the simplicity of storms.

Supernatural, Lucifer, Sorry

He will not bow, not ever.
Regret is sharp; pride still wins.

Even for Michael, there's no apology.

Supernatural, Castiel, waning powers

Dean: broken ribs, concussion, blood-
Useless.

Supernatural, Lucifer, Butterfly

"You're my cocoon, Sam. So comfortable."

Supernatural, Sam/Castiel, Low self-esteem

"Sam, everything breaks. You will heal."

Supernatural, Crowley, hellhounds

Eventually, he'll have those boys trained.

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, what might have been

A fearsome struggle—Castiel's grip slipped.

Castiel clutched tight; Alistair clutched tighter.

"Sammy, this is Cas Milton, my boyfriend."

Here lies Cas, the best of—

"Dean, darling, I got you somethin'."
"He's so shiny, Boss-an angel?"
"He came for you. Take this."
"Your special razor? Ooh, so nice."
"Hear that, kid? All for you."
"Thanks, Boss. I'll carve him up."

When Dean said yes, Castiel wept.

Supernatural; Lucifer/Dean; bloody hands

You're the Righteous Man, my dear.
Your hands broke the first seal.
Everything I do-because of you.
A hurricane couldn't wash you clean.
Take my hand... follow me home.

Supernatural; Vampire Alpha/Dean; hunger

Drink, this is my blood, immortality.
Alistair's brand fades beneath Father's bite.
Sunlight, bright and burning, this man.
His youngest, strongest childe-the best.
There is no cure, only suppression.

Supernatural; Castiel/Sam; broken things

Shattered bones, tattered wings—Heaven lost.
He fell to save the world.
The world is saved; where's Sam?
All that's lost can be found.
A small speck of sunshine chained.
come, Sam, to me, be free
Bones healed, wings mended, Heaven anew.
"Dudes-a sock on the door!"