can I just give everyone a huge thank you?
Because I just checked AO3 and found out that my Sabriel mini-bang has over 800 views in addition to its numerous kudos (and I haven’t even looked at what it has on FF.net or LJ).
I just…thank you so much. Even though it’s been half a year since I worked on it, it still feels so completely and utterly close to my heart and knowing taht people are still reading it and still enjoying it…
I can’t tell you how good that makes me feel. Just…thank you so much. If you have read it, then you can be most assured that I love you.
In total rebellion against the Sabriel-hating anon…
HERE, LET ME WHORE OUT ALL MY SABRIEL FICS.
THIS IS HOW I REBEL.
WELL, THIS AND DIRECTED PEOPLE TO MY VARIETY OF SABRIEL POSTS.
TEAM BLITZKRIEG: “when mel met allie”
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HEY LOOK I’M SHAMELESSLY WHORING MYSELF OUT AGAIN
I really apologise for this, but…this story is like my child. And I just want to know what people think.
LJ | AO3 | FF.net
Title: The Completely Accurate and True Story of How Gabriel Saved Everyone’s Asses and Stopped the Apocalypse
Genre: gen, pre-slash, slash
Rating: M/R (mostly for language)
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Castiel, mentions of past “Loki” relationships
Warnings: AU for Season Five, blatant misuse of Norse and Trickster mythology since I am no expert
Summary: Hello, all you mere mortals! Gabriel here. I’m told you need a summary for this little story. Of course, I don’t see why. The title isn’t a description enough? If you really need more than that, this is the story of how the completely awesome and practically all-powerful Trickster/pagan god/Archangel saved humanity with some help from the most ragtag bunch of creatures in the universe. No, really. Okay, so maybe they did more than give a little help. But it was all my idea so the credit is mine.
So yeah. If you could take a chance to read and let me know what you think, I will love you forever!
Guys! My mini-bang! I’ve finally posted!
Title: The Completely Accurate and True Story of How Gabriel Saved Everyone’s Asses and Stopped the Apocalypse
Genre: gen, pre-slash, slash
Rating: M/R (mostly for language)
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Castiel, mentions of past “Loki” relationships
Warnings: AU for Season Five, blatant misuse of Norse and Trickster mythology since I am no expert
Summary: Hello, all you mere mortals! Gabriel here. I’m told you need a summary for this little story. Of course, I don’t see why. The title isn’t a description enough? If you really need more than that, this is the story of how the completely awesome and practically all-powerful Trickster/pagan god/Archangel saved humanity with some help from the most ragtag bunch of creatures in the universe. No, really. Okay, so maybe they did more than give a little help. But it was all my idea so the credit is mine.
Follow the link to see the masterpost, author’s notes, link to the artpost, and acknowledgements. I just…I’m so proud of this, you guys. I just can’t.
reality; hannifer ruins allie’s life and mel is dean
Okay, it is really weird to talk about yourself and your friends in the third person. Really. Fucking. Weird. For those of you who don’t know, this is about Hannah and Mel, two of my favourite people ever. We thrive on each other’s pain, but Hannah is the most successful at causing it.
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Anonymous asked: "Bobby/Crowley See what they were doing during the Alien AU? -AlienAU Anon"
Bobby Singer didn’t give a damn either way about the aliens that seemed to have come to Earth. People were getting worked up over nothing. The aliens were here and weren’t going to leave.
Then again, he didn’t have room to be upset. He had an alien living in his house, after all.
Crowley wasn’t one of the Angels. In fact, he stated loudly and obnoxiously that the Angels annoyed the ever-living crap out of him. No, he was an alien that had been passing through that had stayed behind.
Bobby still doesn’t know why the alien is in his house. Getting rid of him was impossible. Everytime Bobby tried to kick him out, he showed up a few days later with whiskey in hand to get Bobby stinking drunk and do things Bobby refused to acknowledge in the light of the day.
It wasn’t so bad. Sure, Crowley was an asshole, but Bobby had never been bothered by assholes very much. Plus, he always managed to get his hands on the best alcohol.
So yeah, keeping an alien in his house had its perks.
first meetings; superwho
The Winchesters and the Doctor never meet in the right order.
That isn’t anything new for the Doctor. He’s used to meeting people out of order. In fact, it makes things more fun. Most of the time. Sometimes it just makes things more complicated, but the Doctor isn’t going to talk about that.
Sam and Dean Winchester were two of the Doctors favourite people. He just had to break them of the nasty habit of killing all those interesting creatures on sight. But he couldn’t really blame them – not with the life they had.
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interspecies relations; au sabriel
The alliance was a hasty one. It was made quickly and definitely not as well as it should have been under the circumstances. The government heads of both planets just wanted to be able to stop the fighting.
The Enochians, who were simply called “the Angels” by all of the humans, were forced off of their own planet and entered Earth’s solar system. The sudden appearance of aliens was not completely unprecedented. Over the years, Earth had been visited by dozens of different races. From what could be gathered, their solar system seemed to be a halfway point for many planets.
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“sam and frodo”; a supernatural drabble
This is all Mel’s fault. Seriously. She was watching Lord of the Rings today and mentioned how Sam and Dean were Frodo and Sam. And then…well, this happened.
It started when they were kids. Sam had always loved to read and loved stories. Even before he could read, Dean would talk and make up stories just to get him to shut up for five seconds. But Sammy had always wanted to read things that were too old for him. He would sit in their motel room with something like Moby Dick or Frankenstein and would have to stop every two seconds to ask Dean questions.
Eventually, Dean would end up snatching whatever book it was away from him. Sam would protest until Dean flopped down next to him and started reading. He might not have known what the words meant any better than Sam did, but he could at least tell what they were trying to say.
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spnbagoftricks:
ohhicas:
a meeses
I’m touched. Its cute.
This is so freaking adorable. I cannot even describe how cute I find this. I want to write something for this. Eh, why not.
Gabriel really regretted ever giving Castiel a sense of humour. Sure, he could laugh at his jokes now (when he wanted to, at least), but it wasn’t really worth it when Dean used him for revenge. It wasn’t like Gabriel had done anything too horrible. He had just made Dean unable to speak in anything except sonnets for a day or two. It wasn’t that bad.
Dean didn’t agree, apparently. And he had somehow convinced Castiel that the best way to exact his revenge was to have Castiel mojo his brother instead of Gabriel. And now that Castiel had all his juice back and more, Gabriel couldn’t fix it.
So now Gabriel was stuck having to deal with a Sam that he was pretty sure came off as high. Or a three year old. He couldn’t focus on anything. At all. And had become fixated on butterflies, wings, and how much taller he was than Gabriel.
He would ask questions incessantly and Gabriel would answer in a monotone, trying to resist the urge to murder Dean. Sam would be upset once this…whatever it was wore off.
“Hey, Gabe? Why can’t I see your wings?”
“Because they would burn your face off, Sam.”
“Why are you so short? Is yoru true form small too or is it just the vessel?”
“It’s the vessel, Sam.”
“But why? If your true form is so big, then why isn’t your vessel bigger? I mean it’s your vessel. Shouldn’t it fit right?”
“It does fit right, Sam.”
“Can I please see your wings? Dean saw Cas’ wings.”
“Dean saw the shadow of Castiel’s wings, kiddo. Even the shadow of mine would hurt you.”
“Does that butterfly look weird to you or is it just me?”
Eventually, Gabriel found that kissing him senseless got him to shut up. Dean wasn’t happy when he came back to the motel room and his bed was the one that was a mess, but that’s just how things went nowadays.
team free will 2.0 thirty day challenge - day ten
Day Ten: Claire somehow manages to track down Castiel. How does she react?
Hmmm…Why explain it when I could write it?
She was out of practice. That was the only explanation. She had spent too much time at Lucas’ getting her strength back. Sure, she was only eighteen, but she was good at what she did. Somehow, though, she had gotten soft. A couple of demons shouldn’t have been a problem. They weren’t even big game-players. They were low-level demons. Grunts, at best.
And yet, they had managed to tie her up and were getting ready to use her to complete some ridiculous ritual.
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since I saw people asking for sabriel earlier…
I thought I would shamelessly whore out my fics.
Title: Patience Is Not A Virtue
Rating: T
Word Count: 1,343
Pairing: Sam Wesson/Gabriel
Summary: In which Gabriel takes full advantage of the angel-induced amnesia to get what he wants.
Title: Positive Reinforcement
Rating: T
Word Count: 1,621
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel, brief allusion to Dean/Castiel
Summary: Gabriel returns and is clued on the going’s-on since his death. post-The French Mistake
Title: Father Knows Best
Rating: K
Word Count: 3,639
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Summary: Gabriel returns from beyond the grave, but he has a lesson to learn.
Title: Read You Like A Polygraph
Rating: M
Word Count: 8,494
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Summary: When the Mother of All decides to bind gods and goddesses to her will, she gets more than she bargained for with Kali. Now that she has the blood of an archangel, she’ll be able to stop her children from being slaughtered and dispose of those pesky Winchesters. But Gabriel is more powerful than she bargained for and there are people willing to go to any length to save him. One human in particular. Written prior to “My Heart Will Go On,” but alludes to events in “The Man Who Would Be King.”
Yeah, so I don’t usually whore myself out like that. But…I didn’t feel like writing anything new and still wanted to spread some Sabriel love on Tuesday. So…yeah. There they are! You can also check out the “My Fanfic” link on my blog - most of the more recent entries are all Sabriel.
fuckyeahgabrielsam:
Sabriel doodles by Floral-print-boots
This drawing nearly made me cry. So does anything ever that has to do with Lucifer using Sam’s body and teasing Gabriel with it.
Before, Gabriel had thought everything would be better. He thought that if the Winchesters said yes it would all just stop. He thought that if Lucifer and Michael fought, everything would just stop.
He was wrong.
Worse than that, he had never expected to actually care about the Winchesters. He didn’t expect to miss driving around in that stupid death trap. He didn’t expect to miss Dean’s death threats if he didn’t change all the cassette’s back to normal. He didn’t expect to miss Sam’s bitch faces when he leapt on his back just to hear the complaints.
It only made sense that just when Gabriel decided the last thing he wanted was for to the humans to say yes, that was exactly what happened. It had started with Castiel dying for the boys. It had really just been bad luck. Gabriel hadn’t been there to protect them and Castiel’s powers had finally failed him. But he still refused to let the Winchesters down.
Things were never the same after that. Dean blamed everyone else for the angel’s death. He lashed out at everyone, especially Sam. Gabriel tried to fix things. He even tried looking for his Father. But nothing worked. The brothers were just broken.
After Dean said yes, it wasn’t long before Sam followed. Gabriel had tried to help him, tried to show him that he wasn’t alone. Sam wouldn’t hear it. His brother was gone. He didn’t have anything else to live for. He didn’t have anyone else to live for. Not even the archangel that had fallen in love with him.
Even back when Gabriel wanted the Winchesters to say yes, he had never expected Lucifer to beat Michael. Michael was powerful. He had never expected Lucifer to be able to beat him.
But he did. And now Gabriel had to endure being caged. Because Lucifer would not let him go. He would taunt Gabriel. Lucifer would bind him with shackles drenched in holy oil. He would touch Gabriel’s face and whisper mockingly. Humans, Gabriel? And pagans? How far you have fallen, little brother.
The worst part of it all was having to see his brother use Sam’s body. To see him twist Sam’s face in ways he had never seen and make his voice lilt and hiss in ways Sam’s never would. It tortured Gabriel.
He hated everything now. Humans, Earth, his family, his Father - but most of all he hated himself. Because he had wished for this. He had wanted this to happen.
Now all he wanted was to die.
