[fic: Supernatural] In Supplication or Prayer
Hey, look! I'm not dead!! ...I've just mostly moved to Tumblr.
But...I wrote a fic! :'D
Title: In Supplication or Prayer
Fandom: Supernatural
Character/Pairing: Castiel, autistic man who drowned in his bathtub in the 1950s
Spoilers: not really?
Summary: there is a place that just might be heaven, and a man who just might be an angel, and his head is bowed in what might be prayer or supplication.
There is a place that just might be heaven, but I cannot tell you if it is or if it is not. For me, it is the best day of my life, and that is all that matters. I am happy - I am unsure whether I am alive or dead, but that matters not. No, what matters is that there is a man - a man who just might be an angel - and he is bent over himself, his head bowed as if in prayer or supplication, and he is speaking. I cannot hear his words, but I know that the words falling from his lips are a confession that may be one of the most important things that would never be heard. I would like to take a step forward, toward the man who may be an angel - but instead, I find myself turning away from him and continuing my never-ending Tuesday afternoon.
The next time I turn around, he is gone.
But...I wrote a fic! :'D
Title: In Supplication or Prayer
Fandom: Supernatural
Character/Pairing: Castiel, autistic man who drowned in his bathtub in the 1950s
Spoilers: not really?
Summary: there is a place that just might be heaven, and a man who just might be an angel, and his head is bowed in what might be prayer or supplication.
There is a place that just might be heaven, but I cannot tell you if it is or if it is not. For me, it is the best day of my life, and that is all that matters. I am happy - I am unsure whether I am alive or dead, but that matters not. No, what matters is that there is a man - a man who just might be an angel - and he is bent over himself, his head bowed as if in prayer or supplication, and he is speaking. I cannot hear his words, but I know that the words falling from his lips are a confession that may be one of the most important things that would never be heard. I would like to take a step forward, toward the man who may be an angel - but instead, I find myself turning away from him and continuing my never-ending Tuesday afternoon.
The next time I turn around, he is gone.