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Supernatural this week made me ;_; and then ;___; and then ;______; some more, and this is NOT ON. In accordance with this being NOT ON I have decided to UP THE HAPPY FEELINGS and also get some writing practise before Springkink by writing some WARM AND FUZZY FEELING snippets ( Read more... )
Supernatural this week made me ;_; and then ;___; and then ;______; some more, and this is NOT ON. In accordance with this being NOT ON I have decided to UP THE HAPPY FEELINGS and also get some writing practise before Springkink by writing some WARM AND FUZZY FEELING snippets ( Read more... )
FOR YOU BABY, ANYTHING.
AND I DID WARN YOU: FLUFFY MCFLUFFYCAKES MCFLUFF.
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Dean sits on the park bench, untouched burger in his hands, watching the crowd around the river. It's a hot summer's day, people are dipping rods and nets into the water for sprats at best - it's too early in the season for anything worth catching - and some of them are dipping their feet in the cold water. He ought to be hungry, had felt something like his old appetite when he caught a whiff of the burger van, but now he's sat down with it, he can't quite bring himself to eat.
Sam had survived.
Dean looked at the burger a moment longer before reaching to drop it in the waste basket and finding his hand caught in a strong, familiar grip.
Castiel took the burger and sat down, tearing it into small pieces and tossing them to the pigeons and a few of the braver little scavengers that didn't mind making a grab for crumbs a few feet from a human and an angel.
"Hello Dean," Castiel said, voice calm in a way that was at once familiar and utterly different to when Dean had first met him. This wasn't just divine calm anymore. This was a calm that had been hard won.
Dean wondered if there were words of thanks enough for someone who'd not only saved your life, but stepped in and saved your brother's too at the risk of divine wrath, when even you had given up all hope. Knew he'd be praying every night - well, every night he remembered - for the rest of his life on account. "Hey Cas." It would do.
Castiel finished distributing the burger and wiped his hands down on his trousers, smiling affectionately at the birds looking up at him in hope of more goods to scavenge. "I'll be going home soon," Castiel said quietly, not turning to Dean; didn't really matter. Dean couldn't think of any real response. 'Thanks' didn't exactly cut it. "I trust you will look after Jimmy when I leave."
"Yeah." Dean cleared his throat, scratched the back of his neck. "Look, I - I don't really - this goodbye thing kind of sucks, you know."
Castiel looked up, normally ordinary blue eyes a little startling in the sunlight, and Dean caught his breath. "If your family manages to stay out of the deal-making business, I'll see you again."
"Huh," Dean replied, figuring that now probably wasn't the time to get into a discussion about how very, very little he'd ever considered the possibility that there might be a Heaven to go with Hell. Or the possibility that if there was one, he might end up there.
"Huh," Castiel mimicked, smiling a little before linking an arm around Dean's waist, and really, Dean probably should have noticed how close the angel had been sitting next to him, and protested, but...
Yeah.
Castiel rested his head against Dean's shoulder. "I will miss this world."
Dean hesitated before tilting his head, resting it against Castiel's awkwardly. "Same here, I think. Uh..." he paused, swallowed. "Thanks for that."
"You played your part," Castiel replied, and Dean took a quick breath before realising, as instinctive as it was to try and deny it, he really couldn't argue.
They'd won, somehow.
"Dean?"
He didn't much fancy lifting his head, comforted by the warmth of Castiel's hair, but blindly felt for Castiel's hand, gripped it tight. He was too tired for more, knew well enough it wasn't really Castiel's body anyway. "Yeah?"
"I did not want to ask anything more of you, but I have a request."
"If it involves witches you can go to Hell," Dean interrupted, laughing. "Go ahead."
"Don't ever despair again."
Dean closed his eyes, wondered when Castiel would be a burning light again, Jimmy the sole occupier of this well-worn body, and nodded.
Hell of a promise to make, but after stopping the apocalypse, saving Sam, and finding something human in Castiel again?
Didn't seem quite as daunting a task.
The End
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For fluff, there's a whole lot of bittersweet in that. ♥ It's gorgeous. I think I would love it if the series ended this way, but at the same time, man, way to break my fucking heart.
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MY WORK HERE, IT IS DONE. But aww, for these two, I think unless Kripke does a LOT OF FIXING THINGS in season five then so far this is about as happy as they're going to get ;).
But man, Dean deserves for Sam and/or Castiel to survive all of this. If he ends up on his own I will NEVER BELIEVE IN RIGHTNESS EVER AGAIN.
But yay :D, I'm glad you enjoyed it, even if I did break your heart in the process. *breaks out superglue*
Also OH HELL, I've just been musing randomly on the physicality of Alastair/Castiel, and I kind of REALLY REALLY REALLY want dubcon while Alastair has Castiel impaled on the handy angel-hanging-hook. I BLAME VIDEOGAMES FOR GIVING ME A HARDCORE KNIFE/SWORD/GENERAL IMPALEMENT KINK.
Night night bb <3 :D
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I'm either hoping all of them die or Dean and Sam both live, because if one brother dies and the other lives, fandom will wank for YEARS it's too sad otherwise. Cas, though... I don't see this ending happily for Cas in any way, argh.
LOL, BB, THAT'S NOT DUB-CON. HOW WOULD YOU GET CASTIEL TO EVEN DUBIOUSLY CONSENT IN THAT SITUATION?
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LOL, BB, THAT'S NOT DUB-CON. HOW WOULD YOU GET CASTIEL TO EVEN DUBIOUSLY CONSENT IN THAT SITUATION?
I'M GOING TO STICK MY FINGERS IN MY EARS AND SAY "LA LA LA LA LA" AND PRETEND THAT IT TOTALLY IS A SCREWED UP SORT OF CONSENT. Oh lord. Videogames really HAVE broken me. I'm kind of used to "I stab thee" basically meaning "I'm actually rather fond of you <3". SERIOUSLY. Devil May Cry, Final Fantasy 7, Digital Devil Saga...
It's a shockingly legitimate point and I actually hate myself now :(
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After giving that more consideration, oh arsetits :(. There isn't any way. *headdesk* I HAVE BECOME THE THING THAT I HATE.
And now I can't decide whether I hate myself more for finally getting to a point where my imagination pwns my moral structure, or whether I hate myself more for STILL wanting to write this even now that I'm fully aware it's horrifically wrong.
*headdesk headdesk headdesk*
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Ignore my clarity fail; as is fairly evident, I have no issue with other people reading/writing noncon, but I have a huge issue with consciously doing it myself, and I'm in the middle of a great big freak-out over the fact that I've clearly got to the point where I've been writing some without thinking, and that's really, really awful and horrible :X. For me, anyway, I have weird morality issues.
*curls up in a ball and leans against you*
Cursed Catholic guilt!
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Sigh... Sorry.... it's kinda... the last few months has seen me losing one person with the possibility of losing two more so... yeah... I'm kinda having issues with people getting separated by whatever cicumstances.
Sorry about sniveling all over your journal.
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Oh hon, it's totally okay. I kind of suck at any form of mourning, even over people I dearly, dearly love, because the slightly autistic side of me doesn't quite register as real anyone I'm not talking to, so once someone does die my brain basically treats them like a fictional character. It's weird and sucky and makes me utterly awful at sympathising.
But I really, really hope you're okay, because, aw man, I adore you and I'm sorry if my bittersweet fluff isn't helping any! *hugs*
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