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Name: cillb42 Ao3 cillasstuff
Fandom(s): SPN, SPN RPF
Length of pieces: Anything between a drabble and 100k
Things you love to write: Love to write angst, drama, case fics, action, werefics . My OTP is Jensen/Jared in RPF.
Things you will not write: Do not write femslash, scat/watersports or. I also don't write Destiel or any fics with Castiel/Misha pairings.
Best way to contact: PM or email
Anything you would like us to know?: I love writing. I love the artists imput so that the final product is a collaboration.
Here is an exert from The Mark of the Beast
Sam’s not sure why he chose Pontiac as the place to bury Dean, but it just felt right, and besides it was time to put him to rest. He’d stopped at several crossroads before burying Dean and his face still burned with the embarrassment of being rejected, not once but three times. Sam didn’t understand what was going on because Ruby had been adamant that Lilith wanted his intestines on a stick. Here he was offering, no begging to give her just that and no one would take him up on his offer. Dean was still dead.
When he pulled into the wooded area about a mile off the highway and wrote the coordinates in his dad’s journal. In the event that he can’t find a way to bring Dean back then he will be the one to torch his bones, not Bobby or anyone else. Once he found the right spot in the middle of a copse of trees he began to dig.
“You son of a bitch, it was your time to dig so why don’t you get up off your lazy ass and dig?” Sam whispered as he dug the hole where he was going to leave his brother. He knew that Dean wasn’t going to take over the dig, but a part of him wished it so.
It took him twice as long to dig the grave because if he finished that meant that Dean was really gone. He knew a lot of people would say that driving around with the body in the trunk should have told him that his brother was gone, but covering him with dirt was…final.
Once he’d finished he went to the back seat and gathered the pieces of wood he’d gathered to construct a casket of sorts to bury Dean. He waited until now to nail the pieces together because he didn’t want to raise suspicions by driving around with a coffin-like box in the car. He made quick work of the box before placing Dean’s body in it. Once it was in the grave, he looked at Dean who was so peaceful in death than he ever had while living and he prayed. He prayed for Dean to come back to him that he would just wake up but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. He reached into the coffin and removed the amulet that he’d given Dean when they were kids and placed it around his neck in memory. His luck had finally run out.
The first shovel of dirt was the hardest because that meant that Dean was really dead and there was no last minute save to bring him back. After the last bit of earth covered Dean’s grave, Sam sat beside the grave, pulled his knees up to his chest and cried. Not the silent tears he’d cried when he’d left Bobby’s place, but deep soul wracking sobs that threatened to cut off his breath. After he was all cried out, he just lay there, not wanting to move because he didn’t want to leave Dean there alone.
Sam lay beside Dean’s grave because he was still reluctant to leave his brother, his Omega alone. He laid there for twenty-for hours and would still be there if it hadn’t for the cold spring rain that fell the next day. When he was forced to move, it was to the Impala where he sat for two more hours before he made himself turn the key and drive away.
When he left he didn’t speed away, he drove slowly repeatedly checking the rearview mirror as though by some chance he would see Dean chasing the car. When he had driven far enough away from the gravesite that he would be tempted to turn around and drive back, Sam called Bobby. When he attempted to tell the older man that he’d buried Dean, he couldn’t make the words come because he was choking on his tears.
Fandom(s): SPN, SPN RPF
Length of pieces: Anything between a drabble and 100k
Things you love to write: Love to write angst, drama, case fics, action, werefics . My OTP is Jensen/Jared in RPF.
Things you will not write: Do not write femslash, scat/watersports or. I also don't write Destiel or any fics with Castiel/Misha pairings.
Best way to contact: PM or email
Anything you would like us to know?: I love writing. I love the artists imput so that the final product is a collaboration.
Here is an exert from The Mark of the Beast
Sam’s not sure why he chose Pontiac as the place to bury Dean, but it just felt right, and besides it was time to put him to rest. He’d stopped at several crossroads before burying Dean and his face still burned with the embarrassment of being rejected, not once but three times. Sam didn’t understand what was going on because Ruby had been adamant that Lilith wanted his intestines on a stick. Here he was offering, no begging to give her just that and no one would take him up on his offer. Dean was still dead.
When he pulled into the wooded area about a mile off the highway and wrote the coordinates in his dad’s journal. In the event that he can’t find a way to bring Dean back then he will be the one to torch his bones, not Bobby or anyone else. Once he found the right spot in the middle of a copse of trees he began to dig.
“You son of a bitch, it was your time to dig so why don’t you get up off your lazy ass and dig?” Sam whispered as he dug the hole where he was going to leave his brother. He knew that Dean wasn’t going to take over the dig, but a part of him wished it so.
It took him twice as long to dig the grave because if he finished that meant that Dean was really gone. He knew a lot of people would say that driving around with the body in the trunk should have told him that his brother was gone, but covering him with dirt was…final.
Once he’d finished he went to the back seat and gathered the pieces of wood he’d gathered to construct a casket of sorts to bury Dean. He waited until now to nail the pieces together because he didn’t want to raise suspicions by driving around with a coffin-like box in the car. He made quick work of the box before placing Dean’s body in it. Once it was in the grave, he looked at Dean who was so peaceful in death than he ever had while living and he prayed. He prayed for Dean to come back to him that he would just wake up but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. He reached into the coffin and removed the amulet that he’d given Dean when they were kids and placed it around his neck in memory. His luck had finally run out.
The first shovel of dirt was the hardest because that meant that Dean was really dead and there was no last minute save to bring him back. After the last bit of earth covered Dean’s grave, Sam sat beside the grave, pulled his knees up to his chest and cried. Not the silent tears he’d cried when he’d left Bobby’s place, but deep soul wracking sobs that threatened to cut off his breath. After he was all cried out, he just lay there, not wanting to move because he didn’t want to leave Dean there alone.
Sam lay beside Dean’s grave because he was still reluctant to leave his brother, his Omega alone. He laid there for twenty-for hours and would still be there if it hadn’t for the cold spring rain that fell the next day. When he was forced to move, it was to the Impala where he sat for two more hours before he made himself turn the key and drive away.
When he left he didn’t speed away, he drove slowly repeatedly checking the rearview mirror as though by some chance he would see Dean chasing the car. When he had driven far enough away from the gravesite that he would be tempted to turn around and drive back, Sam called Bobby. When he attempted to tell the older man that he’d buried Dean, he couldn’t make the words come because he was choking on his tears.