Fanfic: Love, Ascendant (Dean/Castiel)
Title: Love, Ascendant
Author:bellajayd
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Up to the most recent episode of Supernatural.
Warnings: Character death? Kinda? Happy ending!!
Disclaimer: This is all a beautiful lie, but let me tell it anyway.
Word Count: 300
Notes: timbitsu ’s lovely fanart made me write this. Go HERE and be dazzled.
Beta: Many, thanks to the glorious
aisling_door . All mistakes are my own.
Summary: Dean goes home.
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Everything slows down and time is measured by the slow thump-thumping beats of his failing heart.
Thump.
Dean knows that he’s dying.
The spear going through his guts is his first hint.
Then there’s the sensation of being pulled away from his body, while still being aware of the final twitches and tingles that his brain is able to process.
Thump.
He feels no pain, only the relief of a sure victory.
Sammy’s hands are clenched around the business end of the spear, eyes wide and quickly draining of their yellow poison. “Dean!”
He hears the human fear in his Sammy’s voice echoing around him, and sees the panic in his brother’s face.
Thump.
He smiles as best he can, swallowing the blood pooling in his mouth. “I love you Sammy.”
Things are fading fuzzily around him, and his awareness of a gentle hand on his shoulder grows.
It is pulling him away and up.
Thump.
The battlefield that will be his grave is gone and he’s surrounded by blissful blue skies.
He isn’t paying any attention to the scenery, even though he swears he can hear the throaty rumble of a ’67 Impala in the distance.
Cas, his Castiel, is kissing him and he’s surrounded by resplendent wings that are gilt in golden light.
“You’ve come back,” the angel whispers in his true voice.
And he smiles, wrapped tightly in Castiel's arms.
Dean is home.
THE END
Author:bellajayd
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Up to the most recent episode of Supernatural.
Warnings: Character death? Kinda? Happy ending!!
Disclaimer: This is all a beautiful lie, but let me tell it anyway.
Word Count: 300
Notes: timbitsu ’s lovely fanart made me write this. Go HERE and be dazzled.
Beta: Many, thanks to the glorious
aisling_door . All mistakes are my own.
Summary: Dean goes home.
------------------------
Everything slows down and time is measured by the slow thump-thumping beats of his failing heart.
Thump.
Dean knows that he’s dying.
The spear going through his guts is his first hint.
Then there’s the sensation of being pulled away from his body, while still being aware of the final twitches and tingles that his brain is able to process.
Thump.
He feels no pain, only the relief of a sure victory.
Sammy’s hands are clenched around the business end of the spear, eyes wide and quickly draining of their yellow poison. “Dean!”
He hears the human fear in his Sammy’s voice echoing around him, and sees the panic in his brother’s face.
Thump.
He smiles as best he can, swallowing the blood pooling in his mouth. “I love you Sammy.”
Things are fading fuzzily around him, and his awareness of a gentle hand on his shoulder grows.
It is pulling him away and up.
Thump.
The battlefield that will be his grave is gone and he’s surrounded by blissful blue skies.
He isn’t paying any attention to the scenery, even though he swears he can hear the throaty rumble of a ’67 Impala in the distance.
Cas, his Castiel, is kissing him and he’s surrounded by resplendent wings that are gilt in golden light.
“You’ve come back,” the angel whispers in his true voice.
And he smiles, wrapped tightly in Castiel's arms.
Dean is home.
THE END