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caramelsilver's Three-Sentence Ficathon.
Title: Feel the Flame
Rating: PG
Summary: Claire Novak watches the apocalypse.
Word Count: 136
Claire watches the lightning: on the news, the economy isn't improving, neither is the climate, a country in Africa is about to make it illegal to be both alive and gay (and whatever God's thoughts on gays, if He meant them to die, He wouldn't let them live), another town in America has taken a bloody nosedive off the radar.
Claire watches the lightning: her father is out there somewhere, the armor of God so that an angel can take his stand against the devil's schemes; for a while, she was the same, and she might yet be again, because it's in her blood to ride the lightning.
Claire turns from the window: she has a project for social studies, and a sleepover with Amy and Taneisha; it's just lightning—it's not the end of the world.
Title: Calm the Storm
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sometimes Mary of the hunters Winchester needs a silent night.
Word Count: 430
Mary sits in the back of the small Lutheran church and listens to the bell choir ring out "O Come All Ye Faithful", to the young woman singing Did you know that your baby boy has walked where angels trod?, to the familiar stories of Mary and Joseph and the census and the shepherds; John is beside her, paying attention only when the lights dim and the flame is passed from candle to candle—he only cares about the parts of the Bible that help him on the hunt, which the Joyful Mysteries don't—and strangers sit where Dean and Sam belong, but her boys were alive and doing their job as of this morning's check-in, and Dean and Sam are as good at their job with a combined fifty years of experience as John and Mary are with seventy-five hunting plus John's Marine tour, so she needn't worry about them.
John the Baptist (I baptize you with water, but he will baptize you with the Holy Spirit) and Mary the Blessed (blessed are you among women and blessed is the fruit of your womb) and their boys, one Jesus and one Judas Iscariot or Judas Thaddeus or the beloved disciple and damned if anyone knows which is which (take this cup from me and greetings, teacher; friend, do what you came for and here is your son; here is your mother and they know not what they do but mostly one for God and one for Azazel, one a sacrifice and one a scapegoat): they're the most fucked-up family that's lived since Jesus's own, but that's fair, since they're also the most burdened family since Jesus's own.
It's all right, because they're Winchesters—it matters not how strait the gate, they are masters of their fate: Sam and Dean will do what Jesus (self-evidently) couldn't, and Mary and John will be with them every step of the way (except for the bits such as now where the boys are en route to a haunting in Arizona while she and John investigate what might be, for all they know so far, Mr. Heat Miser in Pennsylvania, or possibly Mr. Snow Miser by the Chesapeake and there's just a limited amount of precipitation to go around)—but sometimes Mary needs a night to shed Mary Campbell the hunter and Mary Winchester of the Holy Fucking Family and the boys of the NYPD choir singing "Galway Bay": she's alive and so are her husband and sons and hundreds of innocents despite the world's best efforts to the contrary, and the bells are ringing out for tomorrow's Christmas Day.
Title: In Human Vesture
Rating: PG
Summary: Dean is why Castiel still believes.
Word Count: 190
Dean Winchester complains—infrequently, because it is in his nature to be glad of what is his, not to covet what is not his, but he does complain—that the world abounds with bad things happening to good people and with evildoers running amuck, that it is the seventh day and God is resting (in Tijuana with tequila and a hot senorita, Dean says, but Castiel has looked and God is not there) and God never checks his voicemail. But Dean himself is the one spoken of by age-old revelation from a prophet of God—Jophiel, Habakkuk, John, Chuck—the one who will end this evil, or lock the worst of it away for another age as did Yeshua ben Maryam when angels last walked the earth (but not so many Seals had opened when Michael restored them through Yeshua).
Dean Winchester does not believe there is a God, and for a long time he believed there never was; if Dean had any sense of self-worth, it would be worth telling him (because then he might believe) that the only reason Castiel still believes there is a God is because God gave him Dean Winchester.
caramelsilver's Three-Sentence Ficathon.Title: Feel the Flame
Rating: PG
Summary: Claire Novak watches the apocalypse.
Word Count: 136
Claire watches the lightning: on the news, the economy isn't improving, neither is the climate, a country in Africa is about to make it illegal to be both alive and gay (and whatever God's thoughts on gays, if He meant them to die, He wouldn't let them live), another town in America has taken a bloody nosedive off the radar.
Claire watches the lightning: her father is out there somewhere, the armor of God so that an angel can take his stand against the devil's schemes; for a while, she was the same, and she might yet be again, because it's in her blood to ride the lightning.
Claire turns from the window: she has a project for social studies, and a sleepover with Amy and Taneisha; it's just lightning—it's not the end of the world.
Title: Calm the Storm
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sometimes Mary of the hunters Winchester needs a silent night.
Word Count: 430
Mary sits in the back of the small Lutheran church and listens to the bell choir ring out "O Come All Ye Faithful", to the young woman singing Did you know that your baby boy has walked where angels trod?, to the familiar stories of Mary and Joseph and the census and the shepherds; John is beside her, paying attention only when the lights dim and the flame is passed from candle to candle—he only cares about the parts of the Bible that help him on the hunt, which the Joyful Mysteries don't—and strangers sit where Dean and Sam belong, but her boys were alive and doing their job as of this morning's check-in, and Dean and Sam are as good at their job with a combined fifty years of experience as John and Mary are with seventy-five hunting plus John's Marine tour, so she needn't worry about them.
John the Baptist (I baptize you with water, but he will baptize you with the Holy Spirit) and Mary the Blessed (blessed are you among women and blessed is the fruit of your womb) and their boys, one Jesus and one Judas Iscariot or Judas Thaddeus or the beloved disciple and damned if anyone knows which is which (take this cup from me and greetings, teacher; friend, do what you came for and here is your son; here is your mother and they know not what they do but mostly one for God and one for Azazel, one a sacrifice and one a scapegoat): they're the most fucked-up family that's lived since Jesus's own, but that's fair, since they're also the most burdened family since Jesus's own.
It's all right, because they're Winchesters—it matters not how strait the gate, they are masters of their fate: Sam and Dean will do what Jesus (self-evidently) couldn't, and Mary and John will be with them every step of the way (except for the bits such as now where the boys are en route to a haunting in Arizona while she and John investigate what might be, for all they know so far, Mr. Heat Miser in Pennsylvania, or possibly Mr. Snow Miser by the Chesapeake and there's just a limited amount of precipitation to go around)—but sometimes Mary needs a night to shed Mary Campbell the hunter and Mary Winchester of the Holy Fucking Family and the boys of the NYPD choir singing "Galway Bay": she's alive and so are her husband and sons and hundreds of innocents despite the world's best efforts to the contrary, and the bells are ringing out for tomorrow's Christmas Day.
Title: In Human Vesture
Rating: PG
Summary: Dean is why Castiel still believes.
Word Count: 190
Dean Winchester complains—infrequently, because it is in his nature to be glad of what is his, not to covet what is not his, but he does complain—that the world abounds with bad things happening to good people and with evildoers running amuck, that it is the seventh day and God is resting (in Tijuana with tequila and a hot senorita, Dean says, but Castiel has looked and God is not there) and God never checks his voicemail. But Dean himself is the one spoken of by age-old revelation from a prophet of God—Jophiel, Habakkuk, John, Chuck—the one who will end this evil, or lock the worst of it away for another age as did Yeshua ben Maryam when angels last walked the earth (but not so many Seals had opened when Michael restored them through Yeshua).
Dean Winchester does not believe there is a God, and for a long time he believed there never was; if Dean had any sense of self-worth, it would be worth telling him (because then he might believe) that the only reason Castiel still believes there is a God is because God gave him Dean Winchester.
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