Welcome to the Three Sentence Fic-A-Thon:

[caramelsilver]

This is a challenge where you answer a prompt with a fic consisting of only three sentences. It's open to all fandoms and you can post and answer as many prompts as you like. Only one prompt per comment please.

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Edit December 10th: Thanks to the brilliant grim_lupine we now have a delicious account. So head on over there to find some unfilled prompts: three_sentence_ficathon's delicious bookmarks.

A small note from grim_lupine who's organizing the delicious archive: "So I'm not familiar with all the fandoms here; sometimes when people post a ficlet they abbreviate a fandom and sometimes they don't (like BSG versus Battlestar Galactica, but I know that one) so I might have it listed twice in the delicious tags. If someone notices something messed up they can comment below." -- So do that, and when requesting something new, please use the fandom's whole name.

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[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

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 goat for God and one for Azazel, one a sin-offering 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.

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

Oh, good heavens! This is gorgeous. This—this makes me want a show with alive!Mary and HunterFamily!Winchesters so badly. So. Very. Badly.

he only cares about the parts of the Bible that help him on the hunt, which the Joyful Mysteries don't That is so John! I can picture him picking out quotes from the Bible that would give him that rush of adrenaline right before a hunt.

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.
Oh, yes! This is exactly the kind of attitude she’d have towards her boys—I have no worry, my boys are warriors, my boys are brilliant at their jobs.

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.
Heh. Nice touch of humor and irony.

It's all right, because they're Winchesters—it matters not how strait the gate, they are masters of their fate
That just completely encompasses all four of them. So much.

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.
Beautiful final line!

Thank you, thank you so much! <3

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

*dies of blushing*

I have the uncomfortable feeling that I'm going to be writing the rest of this 'verse. Probably beginning with Dean explaining to '73!Mary what's really up with Nov 2 1983.

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

You so should! I've wondered why there aren't more fics like this!(or maybe they are and I'm not looking hard enough? :p)

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

I've seen a few where John died and Mary raised the kids hunting, and more than a few (and they weren't all What Is-based, even) where Mary and John lived and nobody hunted, but I don't remember any where Mary and John raised the kids hunting, except one part of a Five Things somewhere.

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

I have the very uncomfortable feeling that this fic is set in the universe in which 5x13!Mary and 5x13!John never got mindwiped.