Dean/Gabriel, grow me a garden of roses, paint me the colors of sky and rain
Sometimes, reality was just too much. A war between Heaven and Hell was constantly at Dean's feet, goading him with impossible decisions. Sam grew, and changed- for the better, for the worst, and sometimes, just sometimes, it was too much .
When alcohol couldn't erase the nightmares, the deeply buried fears, he turned to Gabriel.
Gabriel, in exchange for something Dean couldn't put a finger on- maybe giving him a second chance, gave Dean the gift of false reality.
The Archangel twisted Dean's world into impossible things- hope, happiness, laughter. He gave Dean a world with no monsters, no angels, freedom, and Sammy .
Dean never thanked Gabriel. Never would.
Gabriel would demand a thank you, but never follow up.
They both needed to live their false realities
Castiel/Gabriel, Is there a hero somewhere, someone who will never walk away, Who doesn't turn a blind eye to a crime You were supposed to look up to your older siblings, emulate them, and
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*FLAILS* OMG I LOVE THESE AND I LOVE YOU AND OMGOMGOMG!!!!! The second one especially... ♥ ♥ ♥ And the first one made me wibble, but it was so... *FLAILS MORE*
At the end of the day, the Earth was just the cream filling, sandwiched between Heaven and Hell.
Funny thing about cream, was how easily it could be flattened between the worlds that flanked it.
Castiel may be the sheriff of Heaven, but years at Dean Winchester's side gave him a taste for the darker, the more raw. Sometimes, he found the beauty of Heaven to be..dull.
Crowley, despite his polished exterior, was dark and well versed in humanity. Hell had no beauty, no burning scotch, or fine dining.
They were polar opposites that couldn't be more alike.
Castiel's first genuine pang of guilt resulted when he said Uriel was the funniest angel in the garrison.
He felt he was insulting the memory of his brother with such an offhand comment. Some things, however, weren't meant to be shared.
Castiel would never bring up Heaven, the warmth and richness of Uriel's voice as they spoke quietly, unwilling to draw Michael's attention.
He would never bring up the brilliance that filled him as Uriel murmured slander against humanity, jokes that would make any angel cringe, and confuse any mortal.
He would never bring up the time Castiel released his first laugh, ringing out through Heaven, and how Uriel stood by his side when Castiel was confronted.
He would never bring any of this up, because these days, Castiel did not have much going for him, and all he had were his own memories.
Crowley didn't quite see how Dean was so high and mighty over a single soul. Granted, Crowley had a bit of a track record with people near and dear to Dean and souls, but in his defense, he gave Bobby's back
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Dean/Gabriel, grow me a garden of roses, paint me the colors of sky and rain
Castiel/Gabriel, Is there a hero somewhere, someone who will never walk away, Who doesn't turn a blind eye to a crime
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Sometimes, reality was just too much. A war between Heaven and Hell was constantly at Dean's feet, goading him with impossible decisions. Sam grew, and changed- for the better, for the worst, and sometimes, just sometimes, it was too much .
When alcohol couldn't erase the nightmares, the deeply buried fears, he turned to Gabriel.
Gabriel, in exchange for something Dean couldn't put a finger on- maybe giving him a second chance, gave Dean the gift of false reality.
The Archangel twisted Dean's world into impossible things- hope, happiness, laughter. He gave Dean a world with no monsters, no angels, freedom, and Sammy .
Dean never thanked Gabriel. Never would.
Gabriel would demand a thank you, but never follow up.
They both needed to live their false realities
Castiel/Gabriel, Is there a hero somewhere, someone who will never walk away, Who doesn't turn a blind eye to a crime You were supposed to look up to your older siblings, emulate them, and ( ... )
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THANK YOU BB!!!!!
*GLOMPS*
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You say random, that's the first thing that pops into my head. ...Angelic incest, ftw? Idek. XD
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I'mma be a copycat and use lyrics too.
Oh, but for the grace of God go on,
and when you kiss me I am happy enough
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He could recall every moment, every fight, every discovery.
He knew the impossible glory that was his Father's voice.
He remembered what it was like to hear Michael laugh, and Lucifer glow with purity and light.
But he only remembered what it felt like to be home when Castiel breathed his name between their lips.
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Funny thing about cream, was how easily it could be flattened between the worlds that flanked it.
Castiel may be the sheriff of Heaven, but years at Dean Winchester's side gave him a taste for the darker, the more raw. Sometimes, he found the beauty of Heaven to be..dull.
Crowley, despite his polished exterior, was dark and well versed in humanity. Hell had no beauty, no burning scotch, or fine dining.
They were polar opposites that couldn't be more alike.
Together, they could rule the world.
Earth was in for a hell of a shock.
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He felt he was insulting the memory of his brother with such an offhand comment. Some things, however, weren't meant to be shared.
Castiel would never bring up Heaven, the warmth and richness of Uriel's voice as they spoke quietly, unwilling to draw Michael's attention.
He would never bring up the brilliance that filled him as Uriel murmured slander against humanity, jokes that would make any angel cringe, and confuse any mortal.
He would never bring up the time Castiel released his first laugh, ringing out through Heaven, and how Uriel stood by his side when Castiel was confronted.
He would never bring any of this up, because these days, Castiel did not have much going for him, and all he had were his own memories.
If that.
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YOU
STOP STEALING PARTS FROM MY NANO
I mean I never addressed the 'funniest angel' bit but the Uriel+Cas connection and and and
tl;dr THIS WAS GOOD
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