Word Made Flesh- Lisa/Castiel (sort of)- PG- No warningsclaudiapriscusDecember 29 2010, 21:14:31 UTC
Okay, so I doubt this was exactly what you were looking for and as I was writing it it kept going in off in funky directions, but I hope it still works.
*** Word Made Flesh ***
She'd heard about him- Dean's angel. She'd even thought of him that way, even as Dean had named him: Castiel. That sonofabitch. That crazy bastard.
He pulled me out of hell, Dean would say- in a fury, in bemusement, fondly, through a throat swollen and hoarse with sorrow- but only ever that. He pulled me out of hell.
Angels.
She knew what was out there. How could she not? And yet the whole idea- the dick angels and the apocalypse and the devil of all things- took on the hazy quality of fiction in her mind.
Dean's imaginary friend, that's all. The angel Castiel, searching for God.
And yet she found herself fancifully falling back on the prayers of her childhood every time 'Cas' rolled from liquor-loosened lips. Angel of God, ever this day be at my side. To light and guard and rule and guide.Pulled from hell by an angel. It was the stuff of saints and
( ... )
Re: Word Made Flesh- Lisa/Castiel (sort of)- PG- No warningsclaudiapriscusDecember 31 2010, 02:26:53 UTC
Thank you. I'm a little ashamed of this- it's only half-baked, and hopefully someone else will fill the prompt as well, but I'm glad it wasn't too awful :)
(The comment has been removed)
*** Word Made Flesh ***
She'd heard about him- Dean's angel. She'd even thought of him that way, even as Dean had named him: Castiel. That sonofabitch. That crazy bastard.
He pulled me out of hell, Dean would say- in a fury, in bemusement, fondly, through a throat swollen and hoarse with sorrow- but only ever that. He pulled me out of hell.
Angels.
She knew what was out there. How could she not? And yet the whole idea- the dick angels and the apocalypse and the devil of all things- took on the hazy quality of fiction in her mind.
Dean's imaginary friend, that's all. The angel Castiel, searching for God.
And yet she found herself fancifully falling back on the prayers of her childhood every time 'Cas' rolled from liquor-loosened lips. Angel of God, ever this day be at my side. To light and guard and rule and guide.Pulled from hell by an angel. It was the stuff of saints and ( ... )
Reply
Great job!
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment