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.

When posting a prompt please format it this way:

fandom, character/pairing, prompt word/sentence.

Lastly, please pimp this to your flist, I'd like as many as possible to come and participate!

Have fun!

If you have any questions ask them to the first comment.

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.

Comments

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, "let all mortal flesh keep silence, and with fear and trembling stand"

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

There's light burning through his closed eyes, and the sort of screaming Dean knows is caused by burning flesh, and then things go silent.

When he opens his eyes, Castiel is still standing in the middle of the room, and then he sways just a little bit before turning around.

"They have been taken care of," he says, voice gravelly, and Dean blinks twice and instinctively reaches his hand out as Castiel approaches.

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Dean Winchester complains—infrequently, because it is in his nature to be glad of what is his, not to covet what is not his, but he does complain—that the world abounds with bad things happening to good people and with evildoers running amuck, that it is the seventh day and God is resting (in Tijuana with tequila and a hot senorita, Dean says, but Castiel has looked and God is not there) and God never checks his voicemail. But Dean himself is the one spoken of by age-old revelation from a prophet of God—Jophiel, Habakkuk, John, Chuck—the one who will end this evil, or lock the worst of it away for another age as did Yeshua ben Maryam when angels last walked the earth (but not so many Seals had opened when Michael restored them through Yeshua).

Dean Winchester does not believe there is a God, and for a long time he believed there never was; if Dean had any sense of self-worth, it would be worth telling him (because then he might believe) that the only reason Castiel still believes there is a God is because God gave him Dean Winchester.