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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READ ALL THE FICTION
FILLS:
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
( Read more... )
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 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
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