Multifandom prompt meme! :D

[snowdarkred]

Leave me a prompt (for a fandom/show/book/whatever that I am actually familiar with) and I'll write a drabble! And if anyone wants to get in on the action too, well, the more the merrier! 

Any pairing or non-pairing is fine; just be sensible about what I could write. We all know I'm wonderful, but I'm not that wonderful.  ;)

Suggested fandoms:
Inception
Star Trek XI
Glee
NCIS
NCIS:LA
Harry Potter
Leverage
White Collar
Sherlock BBC
Sherlock 2009
Tamora Pierce books (any)
Avengers/Iron Man/Captain America
The Losers
Supernatural
Criminal Minds
Robin McKinley books (any)
Heroes
Merlin
Gundam Wing
Law&Order: SVU
Numb3rs
Limited RPF for STXI and SPN
Covert Affairs
His Dark Materials
Brick
(500) Days of Summer
etc.

Go crazy! I'll try to do my best! :D

ETA: Also, feel free to pimp this wherever. :D

Filled:
Untitled, Avengers/Losers xover, gen
'Twas the Season, Protector of the Small, Kel/Dom
Mistletoe, Sherlock BBC, Sherlock/John
Lucky, SPN/STXI RPF, Pinto
Untitled Glee/SPN preview/snippet, gen
The Lowering Of; Provost's Dogs, Beka/Rosto
Soup, The Losers, Cougar/Jensen
A Father's Journal, Glee/SPN, slight hints of Puck/Kurt
Untitled, The Losers, celebrating the DADT repeal, J/C
Ready, Aim, Fire; The Losers, girl!C/J
.

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Lucky, SPN/STXI RPF, Pinto [1/2]

[snowdarkred.livejournal.com]

It was just supposed to be a simple road trip. Just two friends on a road trip through the middle of no where before filming the sequel started and they lost the right to free time. No muss, no fuss, no press.

But of course, that all went to hell, and far too literally for Chris's taste. Zach glanced over at him, terror in his eyes, as the creepy girl with tar-black eyes advanced on them.

“Oh,” she said with a cruel smirk that didn't fit her face. “Well, well, well. I must say, I'm a big fan of yours. Or at least, Annie here is.” There was no one there besides the two actors and the...thing that looked like a person. The thing threw back its head and laughed. “She's screaming at me right now, you know? Wants me to leave you alone. Poor Annie,” the black-eyed thing smirked. “What's going to happen to her when I leave and she's wanted for the murders of her favorite celebrities?”

Chris felt his skin crawl. There was something wrong here, something very, very wrong. He was an actor; he was an expert at reading body language, and there was something off about their attacker's. It – it just felt wrong to call the thing a she, although Chris had no idea why – had stopped their car in the middle of the woods with a wave of its hand, it had pulled them out without even a hint of strain, but its little movements were stiff. Wrong. Unnatural, but not just that. Rusty.

The thing stepped towards them sharply, like it was trying to scare them. It worked; Zach grabbed Chris's arm and dragged him back, away from the thing that looked like a young woman but wasn't.

“Stay away from us,” Zach said shakily. Chris twisted until he could grab Zach's hand, and he held on as if for dear life. The thing sneered at them and stepped forward again.

“Annie's gonna love this,” it said.

“I doubt it, hellbitch.”

A man appeared from behind a tree. His eyes were firmly locked on the woman-that-wasn't, and they were hate filled. He looked kind of like that guy from Dark Angel's hotter older brother. Another man loomed behind him, shadowed by the trees. There was a faint rustling on the opposite side of the road, but when Chris glanced over and back, there was no one there.

“Dean Winchester,” the thing giggled. It tossed its hair like a high school girl. “And little Sammy too. Aw, reunited once again. How was Hell? Crispy, right?”

“I wouldn't be mouthing off, if I were you,” Dean Winchester said with a sneer of his own. He stepped forward slight, catching himself in the moonlight. “You're not in any position to piss us off any more than you already have.”

“I can do what I want,” the thing snarled. “You can't stop me.”

“We already have,” the looming man said flatly. “Look up.”

The thing did, and so did Chris and Zach, because it wasn't like there was anything else that they could do. It took a second to stop them under the night sky, but then the clouds shifted and they could make out the faint gleam of wiring. Back and forth it went, twisting across the road in a pattern that seemed familiar.

A star. A pentagram. And they (and the woman-that-wasn't) were smack in the middle of it.

Lucky, SPN/STXI RPF, Pinto [2/2]

[snowdarkred.livejournal.com]

The thing shrieked in rage and lunged towards the men on the side of the road. Zach dragged Chris the rest of the way back, until they were out from under the wires and away from the thing. The thing got to the edge of the wires and then stopped, like it had slammed into a wall.

“Do not try it, demon,” a new voice intoned. The actors turned to stare at yet another man, who had appeared next to them in the space of a blink. It was like that trick were the camera turns and the actor has to scramble to get to their mark before it swings back around, except that this was real life and there were no cameras. He was wearing a trench coat. “I can and will fry you where you stand.”

“And then what about poor Annie?” the thing said. It sounded vaguely pleading. “You kill me, you kill her.”

“That's why we're going to exorcize your ass,” Dean Winchester said. He flipped open a ratty leather-bound notebook and began reciting something. The thing – demon? – screamed from inside the pentagram, almost drowning out his words, but the tall man in the shadows joined in and lent his voice. Chris kind of wanted to say it too, since it seemed to be hurting the not-woman, but he didn't know the words. It sounded Latin-y.

Suddenly, the demon threw back its head, and black smoke tore from its throat, reaching skywards. The man in the trench coat waved his hand, and the smoke...froze. Chris edged away from him, even though his eyes weren't black. He had had too many unpleasant surprises already tonight. With another wave, the black smoke was gone.

“Sorry 'bout that,” Dean Winchester said gruffly. “You guys alright?”

“Yeah,” Zach said shakily. “Yeah, we're fine. Our car isn't though.”

“Better than the alternative,” the man in the trench coat said stiffly. “Dean. Sam. Good-bye.” And then, just like that, he was gone.

“I hate it when he does that,” Dean complained. “Look, you guys hold on a second before you call someone to pick you up. We've gotta get these wires down first.”

“Whatever,” Chris said. He sat down, right there, in the middle of the road, and he dragged Zach down with him. They were still holding hands.

“I think we could have died tonight,” Zach whispered.

“I think we almost did,” Chris said. Neither of them let go of the other's hand.

Re: Lucky, SPN/STXI RPF, Pinto [2/2]

[high-flyer87.livejournal.com]

You. You are AWESOME! I mean, like...forreals.

It sounded Latin-y.

I freaking love you *smush*. I bow before you and your insane ability to write stuff like this in like, what did that take you, 20 minutes?

Now I want more. Maybe now I should finish my Pinto/SPN crossover I started a year ago *facepalm*.

Re: Lucky, SPN/STXI RPF, Pinto [2/2]

[snowdarkred.livejournal.com]

Hehehe *facepalm* I just now realized that I didn't give that poor woman any closure. Poor Annie. Also, typos. *bangs head against wall*

*blushes* Thank you!

Pinto/SPN crossover??????????? Yes, please do!