Santorum...
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The fic where Castiel is a drawer.
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In which Dean pulls the rip cord.
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I came up with this idea in bed this morning...and it took me all day to write it out how I wanted it. There are a lot of page breaks in this, so I hope they carry to FF.net well ( Read more... )

Is depressed and waiting for the finale - hence this...

Castle storage never seemed to change, the contents of his father's locker gathers dust, sure, and new items get deposited there whenever he comes across something too dangerous to be left out in the world. But it always reminds him of Dad, of having someone on the rung above him to defer to on ( Read more... )

“What am I supposed to be feeling right now?”

Dean turns to Sam with the question on his lips, brow furrowed in that oh so familiar expression of introspection and regret. Of all Dean’s inheritances from Dad, Sam thinks, this was the hardest to earn. They’ve both bought that expression with blood and loss and pain.

“Uh...pissed?” Sam hazards, knowing ( Read more... )

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Castiel comes to Dean once the war is over, to confess. Set just post 6.18
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