Before the intro post, some ficlets.

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This post is of the past week and a half's commentfics over on LJ's commentfic comm.  They're all also sorted chronologically; click the relevant cut, if you don't want to read everything.

EDIT: Okay, so cuts are apparently not working.  Look at the comments to this entry for the ficlets themselves.  Blargh.

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SPN, Sam/Lucifer, "Slice of Life in the Cage"

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"Can I smite him?"

Sam hears the voice come around from behind him and sighs. "No, Lucifer. You did that yesterday, and then he smote you back and you got all pissy over it."

"Him," of course, was Michael.

Sam had gotten used to life with two angry archangels and a pissed off half-brother in the Cage. Most of the time, he and Adam ignored everyone and thought about home and where they'd be if they weren't dead.

But sometimes, Lucifer had to go and make a nuisance of himself.

An explosion of Grace knocked Sam off balance.

"Why do you ask me if you can do things and then go do them anyway when I say no?" he asked, levering himself back up into a sitting position and pulling his remembered book back into his lap.

Lucifer made a gesture and the book disappeared. The Devil smirked. An instant later, he was in Sam's lap. "You know you love it."

Sam just rolled his eyes.

SPN, Sam + Dean/Cas, "Right and Wrong"

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“Okay, now that’s just wrong.”

Sam sends up a brief prayer when he hears Dean say the words. He knows exactly where this is going, and it’s not going to end well – most likely, it’ll end with Castiel poofing away, offended, and Dean drinking himself to sleep.

He looks up to see Castiel talking to a pretty redhead. Cas is only slightly interested in what she has to say, and he keeps looking back at his drink. But her hand is slowly, slowly sliding up his thigh, and he isn’t doing anything to stop her. That’s probably why Dean looks about ready to kill something – probably the girl, but quite possibly Cas.

Dean gets up before Sam can stop him, and he slides up to the bar, not-quite-accidentally knocking into Cas’s shoulder. That manages to startle both Cas and the woman, who gives Dean a measuring, judging look.

“Sorry, Cas,” Dean mutters, leaning in a little too close as he moves his face past the shell of Cas’s ear.

Sam watches the interplay cautiously – by now, he can’t hear what’s being said up at the bar. However, he is completely surprised when the girl walks away of her own accord, looking a little put out, and Dean’s hand ghosts over Cas’s hip for an instant, drawing the angel’s eyes.

Well, Sam thinks to himself, Maybe this is going to end well.

Avengers, Steve/Tony, "Boyfriend"

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“My boyfriend’s here and you’re gonna be in trouble,” Tony says, smirking as he draws out the last word in the sentence and sing-songs it in the most annoying way possible.

The Evil Scientist of the Week glares at him as the explosions keep going off.

Damn, if Steve’s letting Clint fire this many explosive arrows, he must be pretty pissed off. But then, places reversed, he’d be doing the same damn thing.

There’s a long moment before the door of the control room busts open, revealing Thor and Steve. Thor takes care of Evil Scientist – Tony doesn’t know his name (if the guy told it to him, he wasn’t paying attention) – as Steve makes quick work of the ropes holding Tony to the chair.

“My hero,” he teases as Steve pulls him to his feet.

Steve rolls his eyes fondly, and Tony turns to the freshly-subdued Evil Scientist and says, grinning, “Told you so.”

SPN, Dean/Cas, "Another Take on the Reunion Scene That's Bound to Happen"

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“I never meant for any of this to happen,” Castiel whispers, looking down at his shoes.

Dean knows that, he really does – he knows it as well as he knows his own name that Cas would never ever set out to hurt him, that everything Cas does, he does to try and help.

But that doesn’t fix it, not by a long shot. Dean still hurts, Sam’s still got Lucifer hanging around in his head, and Bobby’s still dead. The world is still well on its way to ending again, and this time there won’t be any kind of assistance from powers above or below.

Cas looks up at him, then, in the silence. Dean sees the fear and hurt in his eyes, just this side of terror, and he breaks a little. God, Cas is standing in front of him, and he looks like he’s about to fall apart.

“I know,” he mumbles, and crosses the room. “Just, please, stay.”

The words are out of his mouth before he’s registered them, but there’s a shimmer of something that fills the room, and he’s got his arms around his angel.

“Forever, if you wish it.”

Dean’s pretty sure he does.

SPN, Sam/Lucifer, "Posession"

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“You don’t own me; I’m not one of your little toys,” Sam says hotly, glaring down at Lucifer.

“You said yes to me once, Sammy, and for something a lot more…apocalyptic in scope. Besides, I’m up in here” – the devil taps his head – “and you can’t very well get away.”

“Shut up,” Sam growls, hand reaching for his injured one and pressing down.

This time, though, Lucifer doesn’t so much as flicker.

SPN, Bobby/Crowley, "First Date Jitters"

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Bela, sitting on the arm of a chair, was not at all sympathetic to Crowley's plight.

In fact, she outright laughed at him, the green eyes of her meatsuit sparkling. Crowley debated killing her for her insolence, but she was one of the precious few demons who had common sense, and he had bigger problems to deal with right now.

He was getting ready for his first date.

Mind, Crowley would have been dating type, had dating existed while he was human, but when you were a demon, your options were severely limited.

In all his centuries, he'd never had this opportunity, and he wasn't about to bollocks it up.

"Crowley, count it a victory he even agreed to go out with you at all and take a bloody breath." Bela was still chuckling every now and then, and Crowley turned back to the mirror, most certainly not pouting.

He was wearing his usual meatsuit, but he had no idea what to wear on it. Generally he wore the same-old, same-old black suit, but now he cycled through a range of colours and patterns in front of the mirror, occasionally stopping to ask Bela's opinion -- which, as previously stated, was not very helpful.

Just then, Crowley's phone buzzed in his pocket. Crowley pulled it out, and ther was a message from Bobby: You're late.

Part of the appeal, luv, he responded.

"Just go with the black, Crowley, and get out. You just got all fluttery over a text message," Bela said. "You look pretty enough -- just don't stand up your date."

"Aha, even you can't deny that I'm quite attractive." Crowley smirked.

Bela rolled her eyes. "Just shut up and go."

"Gladly."

And, with a new spring in his step, he did.

SPN, Castiel + Gabriel, "Archiving Godhood"

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They're in a library, fittingly enough, and Castiel isn't surprised to find Gabriel there.

They are, after all, both dead.

"Heard you got promoted, huh?" Gabriel glances up at him. "Clearly didn't go so well for you, did it?"

Castiel nods. He doesn't want to talk about it, or even think about it -- because thinking about it makes him think about Dean, and he can't handle that right now.

"Raph's hiding out somewhere farrrr away from the porn section. It's kinda funny, actually -- you'd think a guy who's comfortable changing the sex of his meatsuit wouldn't get so freakin' up in arms about the fact that people like to read about sex." Gabriel pats the chair beside him, motioning for Castiel to sit down. "Come, now tell the Agony Aunt all of your problems."

"I may have caused the end of humanity."

And there it is, the problem at its most basic. He is dead, and he doesn't seem to be anywhere near to coming back, and he has left the Winchesters, left Dean to deal with this alone.

Gabriel whistles. "Raph had said you'd gone all delusions-of-godhood, but really? Putting humanity through the meat grinder? That's a little exteme."

He pauses, then continues, "But hey, you aren't really an archangel if you don't try to achieve godhood at least once in your existence. Maybe not necessarily God-capital-G-godhood, but still godhood. I mean, I'm Loki, and Mikey and Lucifer? Jesus Christ, they're the easiest lessons on "power corrupts" that I've ever seen." He grins. "And Raph, fighting against the ordained order of Heaven -- and he still doesn't see the parallel."

Castiel feels himself smile, just a little.

"But anyway, Cassie, welcome to the club."

SPN, Bobby + Crowley, "Dealing in Peach"

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The world is ending -- again -- so here they are, in Bobby's study, looking at each other from opposite sides of a Devil's Trap.

Bobby scrubs a hand back into his hair and doesn't meet Crowley's eyes.

"Let me guess -- the morons have done something ridiculous enough that it requires a deal to fix it," Crowley drawls, but there's something off about the way it sounds. Tired, weary.

"That's about it."

"So, are you offering your soul?" Crowley's eyebrows rise for an instant and then fall, guarded again.

"If I have ta." Bobby sighs.

"What do you want from me?" Crowley stands at the edge of the trap, well within Bobby's personal space.

Bobby leans over and whispers into his ear.

When he pulls back, the look on Crowley's face is pensive -- almost reluctant.

"I'm not sure that's worth a soul," he says, quiet.

Bobby leans in again.

Crowley's eyebrows pop again, and he looks at Bobby and says, "I do like peaches. Throw in a peach and I'll do it."