Vicissitudes 9:24 - Fear not, for my blood is beyond fear

Summer Party Time!

2023-05-10T03:40:33Z

Who: The Whole Gang
What: It's backyard party time. And maybe a time to reunite with Elena.

It had been forever since the Salvatores had hosted their big start of summer party, a half decade or more.

Upon arrival, Nate had commodore the playlist, pulling up his own – a mix of indie and mainstream rock, mostly bands that he was friends and Damon had minimal knowledge of beyond their name, but it had set a good vibe. CJ and Richie had also come with their own dance mix for after everyone had eaten and was ready to party.

Caroline had immediately offered her help to Scarlett, and now a long table faintly groaned under the weight of a half-dozen sides, baskets of rolls and desserts for later, all of it looking irresistible to the point that Damon was pretty sure he spotted Caroline swatting Klaus’ hand playfully when he’d tried to swipe a handful of chips to snack on. Next to the table lay a giant tube filled with ice water and a mix of beverages – water, pop, beer, even some True Blood and behind it another table laden down with everyone’s alcohol of choice. Off to one side was a table for hybrid foods and snacks. There was an neatly labeled sign that read “Not for Violet.”

The promise of retribution that Violet had uttered in Damon’s ear after all the adults laughed good-naturedly at Violet’s expense had been well worth it.

Now though, Damon’s attention was firmly fixed on the grill listening intently as Tyler laid out where each item to be grilled should lay “Steaks here, chicken there, the corn right here,” Tyler said pointing with the tongs. “And we’ll still have plenty of room for the brats,” he said with a decisive nod. Tyler had volunteered his services as grillmaster as soon as he’d gotten the invite, and Damon was all for the help. He could get a bit overzealous, but the hydrid was the undisputed grilling champion of the gang.

“Sounds good to me,” Damon said with a nod as he took the tongs and laid down the first pieces of chicken, the grill angrily hissing as the first thighs went down. Once everything had been laid down, Damon took a moment to look around the yard. He could feel it in his bones, this party was going to be fantastic.

The only real question would be: would Elena actually come? She’d said she’d try when they’d talked when he was last in California, but that wasn’t promise. He’d kept true to his word and hadn’t bothered her about it. He hoped she did though. He had great relationships with his other Children now and wanted to rebuild the one he had with her. They were both older now, and a bit wiser. It felt right to do this now. He could only hope Elena would agree.

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gilded_lady @ 2018-12-06T21:02:00

2018-12-07T05:05:14Z

Title: Then the Morning Comes
Who: Gabriel, Ketch, Dr. Hess, MoL OC's
What: Lucifer is dead. Gabriel and Ketch start their new Lucifer-free life
Word Count: 3237
Warnings: Canon typical violence

( The morning after Lucifer died and he agreed to date Gabriel, Ketch woke to the smell of tea wafting through his house. )

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gilded_lady @ 2018-10-12T21:29:00

2018-10-13T04:32:24Z

Title: Coffee Break
Who: A bunch of demon OCs
What: Bill was one of the demons that escaped after Kip's death. He goes to chat with his coworkers in Hell.
Word Count: 704
Warnings: None

“Hey Bill!” a chorus of voices greeted their friend in the break room.

Bill approached the coffee maker to make a k-cup of baby blood. “Hey guys.”

“So how did things go with Kip?” Sue asked as she stirred some sugar into hers.

“As well as expected,” he said benignly.

John stood up and grabbed the red whiteboard marker and waved it in Bill’s direction.

Bill nodded.

John uncapped it and drew a neat line through Kip’s name on the list of “Hell’s Leadership Killed Directly or Indirectly by the Winchesters.” It was quite a long list at this point, though Kip by far was the most pathetic addition to it.

“You did try to warn him,” John remarked.

Bill sighed mournfully. “No one ever listens to me.”

“So what’s the plan now?” Sue asked. “We need a leader.”

“We start a betting pool on who the next sucker to try will be?” Steve asked looking up from where he was trying rescue burning popcorn from the microwave. “Damn thing.”

Bill made a face as the smell of scorched popcorn reached his nose. “Sam Winchester said that there could be no new King, that anyone who tried would have to go through him.”

John laughed. “Good luck with that.”

“Why don’t we just ask him?” Steve suggested as he tried to determine if any of the bag was salvageable.

“Ask Sam Winchester?” Sue asked. “To do what? Be King? Are you nuts?”

Steve took a bite and immediately spit it out, the burned flavor too strong. With a sigh, he tossed the whole bag in the bin. “He was the Boy King,” Steve pointed out. “And between him and his brother, they’ve directly or indirectly killed four Princes of Hell, Two Knights of Hell, one King of the Crossroads and oh, Lucifer Himself. What chance does anyone have against them? At least maybe if he takes the throne it’ll bring us some stability around here.”

John looked thoughtful. “He has a point.”

“Assuming he doesn’t kill us for asking,” Bill said thoughtfully as he took a sip of his now warmed up blood. “Although, he did lose Dean again. He’s kind of distracted right now.”

“How on earth did he lose him again?” Steve asked.

Bill shrugged. “Castiel didn’t say, and Kip couldn’t get it out of him.” He glanced up at the whiteboard. “Oh hey! Mark won the How Many Days Until the Next Winchester betting pool. Good. He owes me $50.”

“I think this idea has merit,” John said. “So how do we go about approaching him?”

“When Lilith died, we sent Crowley with gifts to Cain,” Sue recalled.

“And Crowley returned as King,” Bill said.

“True,” Steve said. “But seeing as he said no new Kings, I can’t see him telling us to take the spot. He’ll either turn us away or say yes. We could try?”

“It’d take a Hell of a gift,” Sue mused. “Maybe we could help him find his brother?”

Bill nodded. “If that doesn’t sway him nothing will.”

“So….we doing this?” Steve asked.

There was a heavy silence for a moment.

“If we don’t, I have to write up a report on Kip’s death,” Bill said. “Fuck it. I’m in.”

John shrugged. “I’m in.”

“Yeah. Let’s go. I can’t stand the stench of burnt popcorn,” Sue said glaring at Steve.

“Sorry!” Steve said unconvincingly. It wasn’t his fault the microwave always burnt popcorn. He was convinced it was rigged to do so, though that never stopped him from trying.

“All right. Let’s go find new hosts and meet at the diner at the edge of the Bunker’s wards in say….two hours?” Bill suggested.

Nods all around.

Bill tossed his styrofoam cup in the trash. “See you there.”

Two hours and five minutes later, the quartet of demons approached the door of the bunker.

“You knock,” Steve said to Bill.

Bill pushed Steve forward. “This was your idea, you knock.”

Steve glared at Bill but did as he was told.

After several moments, a stern looking blonde woman answered the door.

“Can I help you?” she asked wearily.

They put on their best smiles. “Is Sam Winchester home?” Steve asked. “We have a favor to ask.”

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gilded_lady @ 2018-09-28T22:45:00

2018-09-29T05:46:28Z

Title: Academic Integrity
Who: Ketch
What: We know Mick had to kill his friend Timothy to prove his loyalty to the Men of Letters, but what about Ketch?
Warnings: Canon typical violence.
Word count: 3104

*

( He tried not to fidget. )

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Gabe Gabriel, Sports Agent

2018-09-10T23:16:48Z

So I'm a dork who left half a chapter of Dedicant unposted on A03. I wrote the drabble to get a note out there saying to go reread said chapter now in tact. This is that crack.

Gabriel stared dumbly at the television set.

“Well?” Ketch asked, rather pleased with himself. Gabriel had been surprised that Ketch had wanted to watch football, until the ad had come on. He’d been silent for a good minute since.

“Dad asked you to get another job and this is what you came up with?” he asked dumbfounded when he finally found his voice.

“I’m rather proud of it, actually. A national campaign for my first campaign at that! My agent was rather gobsmacked, and I suppose I was too. I must say, Aaron was really quite nice and rather understanding about my inexperience on set.”

“You’re on a first name basis with Aaron Rodgers?” Gabriel asked tilting his head.

“Well, he insisted,” Ketch said. “When he invited me, I felt obligated to do so.”

“Okay,” Gabriel said. “That is actually pretty cool,” he admitted. “But Gabe Gabriel?”

“Not my idea, but when I saw that I knew I had to read for it.” Ketch paused. “You don’t think…”

“Think what?”

“That Chuck had something to do with this? I mean, what are the odds I get scouted and that this was my first job after?”

Gabriel snorted. “Now that you mention it, I wouldn’t put it past him. But that’s okay. Gabe Gabriel sounds like me making a claim. I like that thought,” he added with a wiggle of the eyebrow before pulling Ketch in for a kiss.

“Want to make that claim physical?” Ketch asked, with a hint of nerves. It was the first time he’d asked for sex with the archangel. He was just proud he didn’t sound like a blushing virgin.

Gabriel’s grin turned lascivious. “Heck yeah.” He kissed Ketch again, this time with more force and passion. “I told you I was going to blow your eye and I meant it. By the time I’m done, the only name you’ll know is mine.”

Ketch couldn’t wait.

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Dedicant Finale

2018-09-04T02:58:44Z

Woohoo! I did it :D

Dedicant - 11/11
Word Count - 2818
Warnings - cannon typical violence, death,

( The day had dawned clear )

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Dedicant 10/?

2018-08-28T04:17:09Z

Dedicant: 10/?
Word Count: 2604
Warnings: None

( This is not fucking funny, Gabriel )

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gilded_lady @ 2018-08-18T18:24:00

2018-08-19T01:25:36Z

Dedicant: 9/?
Who: The Gang
Warnings: None, unless fluff counts.
Word Count: 2872

( It does exist. )

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Dedicant 8/?

2018-08-07T04:32:58Z

Title: Dedicant (8/?)
Word Count: 1381
Warnings: Rowena teasing everyone?

( Group Chat - > Sewing Circle )

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gilded_lady @ 2018-07-30T21:16:00

2018-07-31T04:16:48Z

Dedicant 7/?
Word count: 1787
Warnings: None

( He ate anyway )

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gilded_lady @ 2018-07-22T21:53:00

2018-07-23T04:53:40Z

Dedicant 6/?
Warnings: None
Word out: 1683

( Surprising no one, despite his best efforts to find it, there was no “Guide to killing Satan” readily available. )

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gilded_lady @ 2018-07-21T09:12:00

2018-07-21T16:13:00Z

Dedicant 5/?
Word Count: 1909
Warnings: None

( Ketch's phone rang at 2:37 AM )

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Dedicant 4/?

2018-07-14T05:16:34Z

Title: Dedicant 4/?
Who: Ketch, Gabriel, Crowley and some random OCs
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1286

( Alexander Smith: Is it supposed to tingle? )

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Dedicant 3/?

2018-07-11T01:01:46Z

Title: Dedicant (3/?)
Word Count: 1450
Warnings: None

( The Chapterhouse netted Ketch almost $2000 )

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gilded_lady @ 2018-07-07T22:32:00

2018-07-08T05:33:19Z

Okay. This is a working title, but I'll go with it.

Title: Winchestered 2/?
Word count :1439
Warnings: None.

( So how DOES one come back from the dead (as a human) )

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Ketchbriel 2 1/?

2018-07-06T03:53:46Z

Title: Untitled Ketchbriel 2 1/?
Word Count - 1736
Warnings: None

( This is Ketch, I'd like to make a reservation for one, please. )

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Save Yourself 23/23

2018-06-15T03:43:23Z

Who: Ketchbriel, Rowena
What: Ketch finally gets that death-proof charm.
Word Count: 1048
Warnings: None

( After the first hour, they'd retired to Rowena's suite )

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gilded_lady @ 2018-06-10T16:21:00

2018-06-10T23:21:52Z

Who: Ketchbriel, Rowena
What: Ketch goes to negotiate a new anti-death charm
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1133

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( You know, I'm beginning to understand your suit fetish )

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Save Yourself 21/?

2018-06-04T03:46:01Z

Who: Ketchbriel
What: The boys arrive in NYC
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1110

( Read more... )

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Save Yourself 20/?

2018-05-31T04:07:51Z

Who: Ketch, Gabe and an OFC
What: The guys go for ramen and karaoke. In Japan. Because Gabe can.
Warnings: None.
Word count: 1946

( Read more... )

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Save Youself 19/?

2018-05-22T04:49:13Z

Save Yourself 19/?
Warnings: None
Word count: 786

Through out his stay in New York, Ketch had been working his contacts to try and track down Rowena so he could get that charm redone, but as of yet he didn’t have anything concrete. As frustrating as it was, he also oddly didn’t mind so much. They’d made a dinner date at the party and had decided it’d be the night that Gabriel would satisfy his end of the bet.

“Well, what do you think?” Gabriel said as he came out in his new suit that they’d picked up that afternoon. Ketch had claimed veto power when they’d gone back to the cottage and the only thing approaching a suit in the closet was some kind of 80s abomination. If he really wanted to be snobbish, he could turn up his nose at it being off the rack, but then he didn’t imagine he’d be going back to his tailor any time soon either.

“Very nice,” Ketch said approvingly, but then paused. “You know,” he said, “I’m starting to see why everyone at the party assumed we were an item.”

“Does it bother you?” Gabriel asked.

“At first I found it a bit…odd,” Ketch admitted. “But now? Not really. It’s certainly an easier explanation for us than the truth, isn’t it?”

“What?” Gabriel joked. “I mean, what’s so hard to believe that stuffy brits are stuffy when it comes to hunting monsters.”

“Strange, isn’t it?” Ketch mused while still amused. “Still, it’d be nice to actually be able to tell the truth a little more often.”

“Because you had such a social life that it was an issue?”

“Ouch,” Ketch said. “Perhaps not then, but now? Certainly.”

I’m sexy and I know it.

“Where did I put my phone?!’ the angel wondered as he started digging through the pile of discarded clothing, before he pulled it out of his pants, triumphant. “David! How are you?”

Their dinner plans had been with David and Karena tonight.

“Oh no!” Gabriel said as he started pacing. “I hope she feels better! We’ll reschedule, yeah? Okay. Talk to you soon.” The angel hung up and tossed the phone on the bed. “Welp. Change of plans. Karena has a nasty bout of food poisoning.”

“Why don’t we go out anyway?” Ketch said. “We’re already dressed and we don’t have much of anything in the fridge.”

Actually grocery shopping wasn’t a part of being domestic that either of them had mastered just quite yet. Today’s excuses had included “well, we are going out to dinner tonight” and “there’s a farmer’s market tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Gabriel said “Might as well.” Not that he needed to eat, but now that Gabriel was starting to feel stronger and Ketch had a car, they were starting to spend some time apart as they tended to kind of errands that all adults eventually had to get around to. “Waiiiiiiiiit.”

“Wait?” Ketch asked, even as he noticed the glimmer in Gabriel’s eyes. This was a look that he realized either meant something very good or very bad. It meant Gabriel had an Idea.

“You trust me, right?” Gabriel asked.

Ketch found himself answering without hesitation. “Yes, of course.” He hesitated at that lack of hesitation. The number of people he trusted that way was very small, less than one hand. But it didn’t make his answer any less true. He wondered when exactly Gabriel had managed that feet, but wasn’t going to question it.

He clapped his hands, clearly excited. “All right. Grab your wallet and yourp hone, and we’ll get moving.”

“Do I get to know where you’re taking us?” Ketch asked. He just knew he wasn’t going to be driving them.

“Of course not!” Gabriel said. “Then it wouldn’t be a surprise!”

“Can you blame me for asking?”

“Of course not. I’m glad that you did. It’s nice having a buddy who looks before they leap.”

“And yet you’re asking me to take that leap blindly.”

“But you have said faith in me,” Gabriel retorted as he slid his own wallet into his coat.

“I do,” Ketch agreed.

“Then what are we waiting for?” Gabriel asked as he touched Ketch’s shoulder before Ketch recognized that tug that preceded getting him tugged elsewhere. It’d never lasted as long as it had this time, it was the longest three seconds of his life.

Ketch stumbled when the ground became solid under him.

“Where are …” Ketch looked up at the skyline and was nearly blinded by the endless array of vivid billboards flashing everything – ads, music videos and who knows what else – flashing at him in a language that was decidedly not English. “You didn’t.”

“I did,” Gabriel said, looking all too pleased with himself. “Welcome to Tokyo!”

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Save Yourself 18/?

2018-05-19T04:57:58Z

Who: Ketch, Gabe, Loki
What: The guys finish of Gabriel's kill list
Word count: 2700
Warnings: Violence

( To help Gabriel conserve his Grace, they'd flown to the city and rented a hotel room. )

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gilded_lady @ 2018-05-11T21:27:00

2018-05-12T04:36:24Z

Save Yourself 17/?
Who: Ketch, Gabriel, Fenrir
Warnings: Violence
Word Count: 1000

( Ketch studied the list. )

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Save Yourself 16/?

2018-05-01T03:01:38Z

Who: Ketchbriel
What: Ketch makes good on the promise to wear the chaffeur's hat .
Word count: 1319
Warnings: None.

( After a few mildy torturous hours... )

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Save Yourself 15/?

2018-04-30T00:19:38Z

Save Yourself 15/?
Who: Ketchbriel
What: Ketch makes good on his promise to try raw cookie dough
Word count: 1115
Warnings: None

( After a lovely hour spent in the used bookstore , the pair made their way back to the cookie dough shop. )

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