whisper in a dead man's ear, that doesn't make it real.
Go freaking figure. I get over the cold and start coming down with… lord only knows what. Something involving nausea and pain and headaches and TIRED.
…chicken soup is helping, now that I've actually managed to finish it. And so is writing some whump-y, h/c starring Cas and Gabriel (for which I entirely blame this photo-set on tumblr). …it's just a one-shot to clear my head, which has been muddled up all day.
And it's all full of season seven spoilers, so… highlight the big black mess if you want to read the first little bit of it.
Castiel doesn't know where he wakes up, just that he blinks into awareness and it's decidedly not the bottom of a lake. Wherever he is, it's cold, and it's dark, and he feels nothing beyond the way that it gapes around him. Everything is much too much.
Other sensations hit him slowly, one after another, filtering in with something that's almost like respect for him. Slowly, yes, but they do come around. desire to move, coupled with a feeling heavier than any other burden he's born; something's weighing down his Grace; he's stuck in his body - his vessel- but there's nothing comfortable about it… Over the years, Castiel has gotten used to the corpse that used to be Jimmy Novak's. It's always moved so easily for him. Now, all he wants to do is lie here and sleep for an eternity.
Even though he doesn't know where here is.
…chicken soup is helping, now that I've actually managed to finish it. And so is writing some whump-y, h/c starring Cas and Gabriel (for which I entirely blame this photo-set on tumblr). …it's just a one-shot to clear my head, which has been muddled up all day.
And it's all full of season seven spoilers, so… highlight the big black mess if you want to read the first little bit of it.
Castiel doesn't know where he wakes up, just that he blinks into awareness and it's decidedly not the bottom of a lake. Wherever he is, it's cold, and it's dark, and he feels nothing beyond the way that it gapes around him. Everything is much too much.
Other sensations hit him slowly, one after another, filtering in with something that's almost like respect for him. Slowly, yes, but they do come around. desire to move, coupled with a feeling heavier than any other burden he's born; something's weighing down his Grace; he's stuck in his body - his vessel- but there's nothing comfortable about it… Over the years, Castiel has gotten used to the corpse that used to be Jimmy Novak's. It's always moved so easily for him. Now, all he wants to do is lie here and sleep for an eternity.
Even though he doesn't know where here is.