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Thanks very much to the lovely folks at spn-bigpretzel for this drabble challenge.  I wrote 17 drabbles in all (my goal was 14).  :D

~Jody loves her house~

Even after everything, Jody has never considered selling the house. She remembers the first walk-through so clearly, when she and Sean fell in love with the place. She remembers choking and laughing through streaming tears when the flue didn’t work the first time they tried to use the fireplace. She remembers the precious love they made later, the roar of flames perfectly stoked. She remembers painting Owen’s room robin’s egg blue, love and hope devolving to heartbreak. She’s so glad now, the house is full of life again, girls becoming powerful women in the home she’ll fight to keep.


~wards~

Bobby Singer taught Jody all he knew about warding a home. She never knew such things existed, or rather, she regarded it as pleasant folklore or harmless superstition. Now she would never consider closing the year without tacking holly over every windowsill, or passing a cross-quarter day without smudging. She invited Father Christopher every year to bless the house, painted salt onto every sill, inscribed dozens of holy names round and round the house, Enochian and hoodoo inked onto every lintel, cold iron and silver blades ready to hand in every room. Bobby’s legacy means the world to Jody.


~Jody loves her job~

Jody Mills loves being Sheriff. Fighting monsters is something she does on her own time, but her everyday job entails bringing law and order to Minnehaha County. She checks in on the folks in rehab, the kids in juvenile detention, learns their names and their stories, and works hard to help them stay on the straight and narrow once they get out. Bobby Singer may have been a drunk, but he was so much more. So aren’t they all. Jody knows now just how many horror stories are true, and she’s ready with a listening ear and a warm gun.

~the firing range~

The women head out to the firing range for rest and relaxation, honing their skills side by side. Earmuffs in place, they fire round after round, accurate, deadly. It’s not competition between them, just a rare sisterhood in hitting the target, switching from pistol to rifle to shotgun, hand, eye, and body all working in harmony, talent, hard work and determination making them who they are. Back at the house, Jody and Donna lay out the weapons, supervising as the girls break down, clean, oil, and reassemble. The women are in it together, expert at every weapon in their arsenal.

~the world~

Castiel stood for thousands of years, a Watcher, a task no human could endure. But Castiel was made that way, glorying in all of his Father’s Creation, glorying in his blessed task of watching. Waves, clouds, wind in leaves, every minuscule grain of sand was miraculous to Castiel, showing forth God’s glory into Castiel’s many worshipful eyes. Castiel was reassigned, remade as a warrior of the Lord, but he never forgot how to see the wonder in every aspect of all his Father had made, all the Lord had proclaimed was good in the waters, on earth, beneath the heavens.


~places of worship~

Castiel loves alcoves. In a phone booth, rare as they are these days, one may stand, receiver held to one’s ear, watching the world hurry past. Castiel loves the darkest rear seat in a dive bar, benches in parks and at bus stops, corners where almsgivers drop their spare change into the begging cup. Castiel has been the one in need, many times now; he knows what it is to be seen or unseen, to be loved or uncared for. Castiel loves the opportunity for benison, for succor, for redemption. Castiel loves a quiet chapel, whenever, wherever it may appear.


~playgrounds~

Castiel loves a swing set. There’s a reason Angels build gateways to Heaven on playgrounds (not just that the sandbox makes a convenient staging ground for the transmigration mandala). The rocking cradle meditation of a swing set awakens children’s innocent insight: they remember the power of flight inscribed on the deepest part of the human soul. Children throw all the strength of their whole bodies into that urge to soar, to transcend the limitations of physical laws. Every child knows, deep down: it is possible to swing that hard, to go all the way up. Castiel’s been, and can confirm.

~a room of his own~

That robe hanging on the back of the door, maybe used to be some dead guy’s robe, but it’s Dean’s robe now. Those are his boots by the door, his clothes in the closet, his secret undies in the bureau. His beat-up paperbacks, porno mags, blankets, weapons, memory foam, Those are his empties, waiting for recycling. Everything in this room belongs to Dean, not just the creased and faded snaps of Mom and Dad and Sammy on the wall. That’s his stereo, his LPs (not John’s, not Mary’s). He’s not putting anybody out. It’s been a long time coming.

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Post the names of five fictional characters whose names begin with that letter, and your thoughts on each. The characters can be from books, movies, or TV shows. Comment, and I'll give you a letter!

[livejournal.com profile] fogsblue gave me the letter D.  It made me laugh because I kept thinking, does "the Doctor" begin with D, or not???  :P  raspberries at myself.  

Dean Winchester!   I love Dean in so many ways.  For the shallow reasons-- I like his sense of humor, his pop culture references, his hedonism, his car, and his taste in music.  But I also love him because of his bone-deep sense of duty, his devotion to his brother, and his unbending sense of the greater good, his refusal to ever compromise when it comes to saving people.  He is a true Hero in every sense of the word.

Dejah Thoris. Teehee!  I just watched "John Carter" yesterday and it is so great to see this pinup of the SF century finally developed as a character in her own right.  Plus its kind of amazing how much the actor, Lynn Colllins, actually resembles the pinup version -- especially the 12 inch action figure from 2009 -- it looks just like her!

Dana Scully.  It took me a long time to remember that Scully begins with D!  :P  I loved her in the second XFiles movie more than anything.  Mulder kind of goes to seed, but Scully is sharper than ever.  

Dale Cooper.  I loved Dale Cooper.  His autobiography is awesome too.   I used to actually rate movies by how many Damn Fine Cups of Coffee they represented -- that is, how awesome they were based on uniquely weird storytelling.  I'm going to have to rewatch Twin Peaks again sometime soon. :)

Donna Noble.  Catherine Tate gave great humanity -- strength, courage, bravado, compassion, and vulnerability to Donna.  The Doctor was so lucky to have her as a friend.  I think the destruction of her memories was one of the things that did him in.  

"The" Doctor.  I've now seen a little of every Doctor except still no Two or Seven.  It's wonderful to watch the character as he changes and still stays the same.  Nine is my favorite!  I love how Nine is suffering from the destruction of the Time Lords, but how he still has hope and the capacity for joy.  He's everything I love best about the Doctor.
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Don't forget to leave your valentines request!!  What, only two requests???  <3

Have you heard about [info]halfamoon?  a comm that focuses on women characters during the first two weeks of February.

I am inspired to want to write about  Martha and maybe also Donna.  If you have a prompt about either woman, I'd love to write it!

Bear in mind that I am a Rose shipper, but I respect and like Martha and Donna a great deal.

I'd really rather not write about Amy or River... I just don't think the canon is cohesive enough to even deal with.  D:

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