A/N: This is for @thesassywallflower for the @spnfanficpond’s Secret Santa Fic Exchange! (I had to pinch hit for the person who drew your name because they had a family emergency, so I hope you like this quickly-written thing!) They listed a few different pairings they would like, and my weird brain said, “SHOVE THEM ALL IN THERE!” Well, that wasn’t physically possible, but I fit three of them in, somehow. Not beta-read because I’m a savage and time is a cruel mistress.
Summary: This is technically post-15x19, but in a canon-divergent world where certain folks are somehow back because reasons.
Pairings: Dean x Donna, Sam x Eileen, Cas x Meg
Word count: 1230 words
Sam landed so heavily next to Dean that he sent the gliding seat flying back hard enough to nearly tip the thing over. It was a pea-green two-seater outdoor gliding rocker that had been Donna’s grandparents’ from sometime in the early ’70s, but she kept it greased and looking good. Dean appreciated the work she put into it, just like Donna appreciated the work Dean put into Baby. He shifted to counterweight his moose brother and successfully stopped an accident from happening while glaring at the culprit.
Sam was so drunk his cheeks were bright red and his eyes rested on somewhere near Donna’s garden shed, completely oblivious to how he’d nearly knocked everything over. Dean wanted to grunt at his brother in disapproval, it would have gone well with his mood, but Sam looked to be in a similar mood.
“I love how much Donna and Eileen and Cas and Meg are getting into the holidays, but man, I don’t think I can listen to another version of The 12 Days of Christmas. That last one was just dogs barking, I think? Who comes up with all of this stuff?”
Summary: Charlie runs the best damn team of Runners in the Sprawl. When the job of a lifetime comes up, she doesn’t hesitate to sign them up. Sure, her contact made it sound high risk, but this wasn’t like the jobs they normally took. Charlie’s crew could handle a security job. And the 15 million nuyen fee that the Mr. Johnson promised? Yeah, they could totally watch a few crates of state-of-the-art enhanced organs from one of the largest megacorporations for a night. What’s the worst that could happen?
Mentions of rape/non-con though not pictured, mentions of war and genocide, human slavery
Summary:
After The Fall, the angels took a parasitic approach to dealing with the humans. No longer was there free will, instead there was control. Sanctuaries were erected, sorting humans into four categories, and Castiel’s brothers and sisters loved the new world order. He, however, didn’t agree. Their Father had always taught them that all life had purpose and meaning, but Castiel was sure he didn’t mean this. Despite his aversion to keeping a human, he agreed to take on Dean, a human marked Corrupt and sentenced to death. The idea that he could save Dean brought a new direction to Castiel’s life and he found himself engaged in learning about how the world once was. With Dean’s help, Castiel finds his inner strength, his drive to save every human he can, and somehow… he learns what it means to be human.
Opening paragraph
The Fall was easy.
Heaven had been failing for ages, its power slowly ebbing away until the host was residing in an empty shell of half-hearted visions. Taking refuge on Earth was logical, comfortable for those that had spent time amongst humans before and quickly becoming home to those who hadn’t. The humans were receptive to celestial beings walking among them as well, a sign of good things to come.
