writing drabbles and things
Another day of the mini_nanowrimo, I am starting to think that the 200 words a day commitment might just do me in. I've made it alright so far - but I am failing at actually writing the fic I want to be writing.
But hey I wrote a drabble! For the first time in forever. It's Dean/Castiel-ish. Actually it's like Sam/Dean with a pining Castiel.
“Sammy.”
It was always Sammy, that was how it was supposed to be though. The love for his brother was what made Dean, Dean. Castiel knew that, knew it before he’d been sent into Hell to pull him out, Dean was a righteous man because of his love for his brother. Because he was constantly sacrificing himself for his family, for others, to save people he didn’t even know.
And yet - he hadn’t expected these, these emotions.
He couldn’t be sure if they belonged to Jimmy or they sprang from another source. But he was feeling things now, happiness, contentment, jealousy, love. And nothing he had ever done before could have prepared him for this. For feeling, for that feeling of want.
And it was made all the worse knowing it wasn’t returned.
Knowing Dean saw only Sam.
And yet, despite that, he would follow Dean to the ends of the Earth. Forsake his brethren; even fall from grace if that was required to stay at his side. He would give up anything, if only to follow him to the ends of the earth.
Sam could be all Dean needed, but Dean would always be all that Castiel ever desired.
But hey I wrote a drabble! For the first time in forever. It's Dean/Castiel-ish. Actually it's like Sam/Dean with a pining Castiel.
“Sammy.”
It was always Sammy, that was how it was supposed to be though. The love for his brother was what made Dean, Dean. Castiel knew that, knew it before he’d been sent into Hell to pull him out, Dean was a righteous man because of his love for his brother. Because he was constantly sacrificing himself for his family, for others, to save people he didn’t even know.
And yet - he hadn’t expected these, these emotions.
He couldn’t be sure if they belonged to Jimmy or they sprang from another source. But he was feeling things now, happiness, contentment, jealousy, love. And nothing he had ever done before could have prepared him for this. For feeling, for that feeling of want.
And it was made all the worse knowing it wasn’t returned.
Knowing Dean saw only Sam.
And yet, despite that, he would follow Dean to the ends of the Earth. Forsake his brethren; even fall from grace if that was required to stay at his side. He would give up anything, if only to follow him to the ends of the earth.
Sam could be all Dean needed, but Dean would always be all that Castiel ever desired.