Random Fic-Bit
Supernatural "bolt from the blue" bit
eventual Dean/Cas
It's cold. It's fucking cold, his jacket offers minimal protection at best and he'd really rather be inside, nursing a beer.
But he can't - he thinks he might have promised - and he walks, following behind Cas, his boots crunching asphalt and then gravel and then dry, crackling grass.
They're in a field.
It's not big - but remote. Empty. The tall, dark telephone poles are all that break the skyline, sucking blue and the strained white of clouds down to wet, hard ground. Few cars pass down this road so it's silent, as well, and all he can hear is the wind and their footsteps.
Castiel walks with purpose, like he knows where he's going like that's where he has to go like he is being driven, pointed, aimed toward that one spot at the one time, and Dean can only follow, with limp determination, the gravity of the situation pressing in on him from all sides in thick, uncertain terms.
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-written 28 May 2010
Seriously. LIKE A DRUG. I started writing the "B" prompt for raphaellover for my alphabet meme, and I already had a great title and everything, but then I decided I wanted to save that idea for my deancasbigbang fic (I can only give away one snippet: a lyric from "Time Stand Still" by Rush - make each sensation a little bit stronger, which will probably be the title), and then I started writing this and decided to make it a whole new story.
Right.
Anyway, I'm working on all the fics, just... I get distracted easily.
eventual Dean/Cas
It's cold. It's fucking cold, his jacket offers minimal protection at best and he'd really rather be inside, nursing a beer.
But he can't - he thinks he might have promised - and he walks, following behind Cas, his boots crunching asphalt and then gravel and then dry, crackling grass.
They're in a field.
It's not big - but remote. Empty. The tall, dark telephone poles are all that break the skyline, sucking blue and the strained white of clouds down to wet, hard ground. Few cars pass down this road so it's silent, as well, and all he can hear is the wind and their footsteps.
Castiel walks with purpose, like he knows where he's going like that's where he has to go like he is being driven, pointed, aimed toward that one spot at the one time, and Dean can only follow, with limp determination, the gravity of the situation pressing in on him from all sides in thick, uncertain terms.
~~~
-written 28 May 2010
Seriously. LIKE A DRUG. I started writing the "B" prompt for raphaellover for my alphabet meme, and I already had a great title and everything, but then I decided I wanted to save that idea for my deancasbigbang fic (I can only give away one snippet: a lyric from "Time Stand Still" by Rush - make each sensation a little bit stronger, which will probably be the title), and then I started writing this and decided to make it a whole new story.
Right.
Anyway, I'm working on all the fics, just... I get distracted easily.