Holiday commentfic

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Sam/Dean have amnesia and the rest is wincestory. for mdlaw

Becky helps Sam and Dean, and in return demands that Sam has to play her bf. Dean doesn't like it. at all. for cristo-nara

♥ a little expansion on the last scene of A Very Supernatural Christmas for lavishsqualor

Death crashes the Singer-Winchester Christmas party. for peachpai

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Due to his inside knowledge of the Winchesters and co., Gordon eventually moved up to the prime real-estate that was Castiel’s elbow. There he lived like a king, and was trampled far less, and was farther away from the frankly quite startling Leviathan who seemed to be plotting something. Best to keep his distance. He and others who had known the Winchesters became something like comrades.

One day, after smiting a countless number of Raphael’s past followers, Castiel was especially moody, and watched through the window, invisibly, as Dean tugged Sam down onto the couch up next to him to watch some crap movie.

“If only….” Castiel’s inner thoughts whistled through, and there was a sympathetic murmur from the souls.

“That’s sad,” said Lenore, who seemed to feel a lot of empathy for Castiel, who had killed her when Sam and Dean couldn’t bring themselves to, with a hot hand to the forehead. “He really loves them, despite everything.”

“But what’s with the two of them?” a lesser soul asked Gordon. “Are they schwacking or what?”

“Ah, I always wondered that,” Gordon said. And when he spoke, all interested souls fell silent. “Well, when I first met them and was just trying to be friendly, I tried to call the kid ‘Sammy,’ right? But instead of getting buddy-buddy, or at least taking it gracefully, he pouted eight ways from Sunday and informed me that only Dean could call him that. He tried to get Dean to go back to the motel with him, and when Dean wouldn’t, he stalked off. Never seen anything like it. I could tell something was seriously messed up, and then Dean gets freaking wasted and confesses his undying love for the kid. It was real messy, let me tell you.”

“But this was before they met Cas, right?” Werewolf #178 asked.

And it went on and on.

Life wasn’t always boring-but-peaceful inside of Castiel. After he smote many a member in the offices of Michele Bachmann, some of the more conservative constituents started a mosh pit deep in his belly. At another point, a Leviathan ate most of the shifters causing Castiel to double over in pain. And once, near the end, Death peered right up inside Castiel’s eyeball and everyone surged back out of his line of sight. Castiel almost lost his footing, but then disapparated to a nice beach somewhere where he could slowly come apart at the seams in privacy.

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Gordon had been feeling a niggling worry for the past few days. Castiel spent at least five hours every morning in Crowley’s trailer bathroom staring at his distended and roiling stomach in the mirror as Crowley pretended not to notice his distress, or well didn’t care. Crowley was pleasantly warmed with scotch, penning pithy notes to Bobby from his spot in his armchair to be delivered by messenger demon while Crowley groaned in pain. It was definitely a matter for concern.

Some of the silkes and a few of the wraiths had been trying to wrangle the souls into some order, telling them to stop moving so much because the skin of their vessel was obviously not built to withstand the sum of their mighty power. But the effing Leviathan were like the gangsters of the lower intestine and started a dance party in response.

Things were not looking good for Castiel. He ended up throwing himself at the mercy of the Winchesters, much to all of his residents' concerns.

“All good things must come to an end,” someone crooned from Castiel’s foot, when Sam and Dean finally dragged him back to the lab in attempts to save him.

The souls quivered and moaned. Their fate was as much as sealed, but that didn’t stop the thrill of fear that Gordon felt ripple through the population inside Castiel as they watched the hole in the wall from whence they had emerged open back up.

There came a great vacuum. The void of Purgatory sucked at the mortal world with terrifying gravitas.

“Nooooo!”

But Gordon's cries were lost amdist the general panic of all the other Purgatory-bound souls.

“Will Bobby ever accept Crowley into his heart?”

“Will incest land them in hell?”

“Don’t make us go, we need to know what happens!”

The souls yelled out such desperate bids for citizenship as one, because, out of pure necessity, they had all become addicted to the drama that was the Winchester gospel.

Gordon managed to keep hold of Castiel’s tibia for at least two seconds before a particularly smug Leviathan pried up his gripping fingers one by one so that Gordon was sucked up to the shoulder and then downward into the well behind the lungs to be suctioned from Castiel’s chest cavity. He was flung and dumped unceremoniously back onto the litter-covered shores of an algaed lake, crumpled and desperate under a sky that was yellowed by the coal-burning sweatshops of Purgatory.

Moments later, the bloody hole in the sky closed up; the last sliver of the world, that rundown lab in Bootstrap, Kansas, Earth, disappeared like a long-since dissolved dream. Gordon struggled to find his footing but it was impossible.

Nothing else of import was ever to befall him thereafter.

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“Will Bobby ever accept Crowley into his heart?”

“Will incest land them in hell?”

“Don’t make us go, we need to know what happens!”

The souls yelled out such desperate bids for citizenship as one, because, out of pure necessity, they had all become addicted to the drama that was the Winchester gospel.

This whole thing is so awesome. :D