Rays of Love, Moonshine Heart (14/21): Look Into The Future
Title: Rays of Love, Moonshine Heart
Author: misakikinomoto
Fandom/Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Angst, Pre-Slash (ish), Slow Burn
Pairing (s): Dean/Castiel; Sam/Ruby; Crowley/Aziraphale Chuck/Becky; John/Mary
Rating: M (for the Warnings below)
Word Count: 25388
Warnings: Torture scenes described, perceived mental abuse of a minor, possible triggers, mentions of rape of unknown people, abandonment issues, serious psychological trauma of a child (can be seen as such), several references to biblical tales and possible blaspehmy, serious bastardization of said biblical stories (adapted to suit the story), detailed description of the death of a minor character
Summary:
Lucifer is going to rise, Chuck has been silent, and the Moon Wolf and the Sun Angel have yet to come into their destiny.
It'll take a lot of friends, family, and allies to get there, but Dean and Castiel know what's at stake, and know that sometimes, it takes more than just pure strength or intelligence to stop Evil.
Sometimes it take Love. They just need to get there.
[Part 1 of The Eclipse Chronicles]
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Dean had been to Missouri’s town several times over his childhood. Its was where he had learnt everything he knew about history. He disliked school, but John had insisted that he went so that he learnt about the world around him because if he ever went out he would need to be able to work with what he knew.
Back then, Dean had scoffed and declared that he was never going to go out of pack lands anyway, so there really was no point. He hadn’t understood the look on John’s or Mary’s faces, but now he did.
Now, years later, Dean walked down the familiar dirt road that led to Missouri’s town- Chaseline- with a sense of sadness. His parents had done so much for him, because of this stupid prophecy. He didn’t like it when he was the cause of anyone’s sacrifices.
He glanced back at the angel following him. He didn’t seem sad about this like Dean.
“Why do you seem so ok with this?” he finally asked, and bright blue eyes met green.
Castiel seemed to think for a moment and said, “Angels are much more accepting of the Divine Plan than most other creatures. We’ve been raised to believe that each and every one of us is connected, and that these threads that intertwine with one another in various, and sometimes surprising, ways. Its futile to question the Plan. We make our own choices, but there are possibilities and then there is the Plan. Its built on Hope- the Hope that people will do the right thing and that they will Love rather than Hate.”
Dean stared at him in confusion.
Cas seemed to think for another moment as they walked down the muddy road leading to the town.
“Imagine a rug. The rug, as you see it, has multiple patterns and it shows a picture of something. It depicts, for instance, happiness and joy. But the tiny threads that make up this joy, may have been the most miserable threads until the Divine Plan came into play. They had no Hope, they did not know Love. It is only when all these threads come together that you see the picture of happiness and tranquility. The Divine Plan is never just one person. Its basically millions of people throughout history coming together for a common goal. Why should you go against something that has been building up over years and years?”
Dean stared up at the sky, watching the birds fly over the canopy as something disrupts their peace. He can hear the sounds of the forest around him, can smell the wet earth they’re walking on. He doesn’t see this like Castiel does, but he can see that the earth around him needed it. He could smell a sense of apprehension in the forest itself, as if it was worried that he would refuse.
And how could he refuse the Forest? It was part of him, part of his heart, his body, his soul. He would never be able to say no to protecting this forest, his family.
He looked back at Castiel, and noticed that his lips had curved a little into a small shy smile, as if he knew what Dean had decided, but wasn’t sure if he was allowed to react. Dean could smell him too- the scent of pure air, of honeysuckle and mint, of the ocean. It was addictive at a far more primal level.
Dean didn’t want to analyze what that meant.
Cas tilted his head in slight confusion, like one of the owls in the forest. Dean could help but smile at that, and grabbed his hand.
“Come on, Cas. We don’t have all day.”
Cas let himself be dragged by the werewolf, since he didn’t know the way to the town. Behind him, his black wings fluttered- but Cas wasn’t sure if it was in nervousness, anticipation or delight.
He tried his best to keep them out of the way of the bushes and the trees around them. Grooming wings was something all angels learnt how to do. It was necessary because wings were so essential to an angel. It was a set of extra limbs. They needed to be taken care of as well.
Grooming sticks and leaves out of his wings- which were already large and fluffy to begin with- was something Cas didn’t exactly want to do. It was a very tiring process given the size of his wings.
Dean glanced back to check what was slowing Cas down, and that’s when he noticed that Cas was having a bit of a difficulty going through.
His eyes softened a bit, and he changed direction. Cas didn’t notice in his effort to protect his wings, but when he looked up, he noticed that they were on a much wider road now. One where he didn’t have to hold his wings so as to protect them from the trees.
His eyes widened a bit, and he glanced at Dean, who continued walking like he hadn’t changed his route intentionally.
Cas’ lips twitched into a small shy smile and he watched the other man’s back. He didn’t know where they were going, what would happen and if they were even going to survive, but if Dean was with him, he was sure it would be worth it.
Meanwhile, in a small town of centaurs, a centaur named Missouri smiled as she watched the tea leaves in her cup settle into a pattern that meant new beginnings and love.
In a completely different direction, a short man named Chuck and an elf named Becky watched the jellyfish swim around their feet never touching, never hurting them, and smiled as they both felt something change in the ripples of the sea, the taste of the air and the brightness of the sun itself.
Everything was falling into place.
Author: misakikinomoto
Fandom/Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Angst, Pre-Slash (ish), Slow Burn
Pairing (s): Dean/Castiel; Sam/Ruby; Crowley/Aziraphale Chuck/Becky; John/Mary
Rating: M (for the Warnings below)
Word Count: 25388
Warnings: Torture scenes described, perceived mental abuse of a minor, possible triggers, mentions of rape of unknown people, abandonment issues, serious psychological trauma of a child (can be seen as such), several references to biblical tales and possible blaspehmy, serious bastardization of said biblical stories (adapted to suit the story), detailed description of the death of a minor character
Summary:
Lucifer is going to rise, Chuck has been silent, and the Moon Wolf and the Sun Angel have yet to come into their destiny.
It'll take a lot of friends, family, and allies to get there, but Dean and Castiel know what's at stake, and know that sometimes, it takes more than just pure strength or intelligence to stop Evil.
Sometimes it take Love. They just need to get there.
[Part 1 of The Eclipse Chronicles]
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Dean had been to Missouri’s town several times over his childhood. Its was where he had learnt everything he knew about history. He disliked school, but John had insisted that he went so that he learnt about the world around him because if he ever went out he would need to be able to work with what he knew.
Back then, Dean had scoffed and declared that he was never going to go out of pack lands anyway, so there really was no point. He hadn’t understood the look on John’s or Mary’s faces, but now he did.
Now, years later, Dean walked down the familiar dirt road that led to Missouri’s town- Chaseline- with a sense of sadness. His parents had done so much for him, because of this stupid prophecy. He didn’t like it when he was the cause of anyone’s sacrifices.
He glanced back at the angel following him. He didn’t seem sad about this like Dean.
“Why do you seem so ok with this?” he finally asked, and bright blue eyes met green.
Castiel seemed to think for a moment and said, “Angels are much more accepting of the Divine Plan than most other creatures. We’ve been raised to believe that each and every one of us is connected, and that these threads that intertwine with one another in various, and sometimes surprising, ways. Its futile to question the Plan. We make our own choices, but there are possibilities and then there is the Plan. Its built on Hope- the Hope that people will do the right thing and that they will Love rather than Hate.”
Dean stared at him in confusion.
Cas seemed to think for another moment as they walked down the muddy road leading to the town.
“Imagine a rug. The rug, as you see it, has multiple patterns and it shows a picture of something. It depicts, for instance, happiness and joy. But the tiny threads that make up this joy, may have been the most miserable threads until the Divine Plan came into play. They had no Hope, they did not know Love. It is only when all these threads come together that you see the picture of happiness and tranquility. The Divine Plan is never just one person. Its basically millions of people throughout history coming together for a common goal. Why should you go against something that has been building up over years and years?”
Dean stared up at the sky, watching the birds fly over the canopy as something disrupts their peace. He can hear the sounds of the forest around him, can smell the wet earth they’re walking on. He doesn’t see this like Castiel does, but he can see that the earth around him needed it. He could smell a sense of apprehension in the forest itself, as if it was worried that he would refuse.
And how could he refuse the Forest? It was part of him, part of his heart, his body, his soul. He would never be able to say no to protecting this forest, his family.
He looked back at Castiel, and noticed that his lips had curved a little into a small shy smile, as if he knew what Dean had decided, but wasn’t sure if he was allowed to react. Dean could smell him too- the scent of pure air, of honeysuckle and mint, of the ocean. It was addictive at a far more primal level.
Dean didn’t want to analyze what that meant.
Cas tilted his head in slight confusion, like one of the owls in the forest. Dean could help but smile at that, and grabbed his hand.
“Come on, Cas. We don’t have all day.”
Cas let himself be dragged by the werewolf, since he didn’t know the way to the town. Behind him, his black wings fluttered- but Cas wasn’t sure if it was in nervousness, anticipation or delight.
He tried his best to keep them out of the way of the bushes and the trees around them. Grooming wings was something all angels learnt how to do. It was necessary because wings were so essential to an angel. It was a set of extra limbs. They needed to be taken care of as well.
Grooming sticks and leaves out of his wings- which were already large and fluffy to begin with- was something Cas didn’t exactly want to do. It was a very tiring process given the size of his wings.
Dean glanced back to check what was slowing Cas down, and that’s when he noticed that Cas was having a bit of a difficulty going through.
His eyes softened a bit, and he changed direction. Cas didn’t notice in his effort to protect his wings, but when he looked up, he noticed that they were on a much wider road now. One where he didn’t have to hold his wings so as to protect them from the trees.
His eyes widened a bit, and he glanced at Dean, who continued walking like he hadn’t changed his route intentionally.
Cas’ lips twitched into a small shy smile and he watched the other man’s back. He didn’t know where they were going, what would happen and if they were even going to survive, but if Dean was with him, he was sure it would be worth it.
Meanwhile, in a small town of centaurs, a centaur named Missouri smiled as she watched the tea leaves in her cup settle into a pattern that meant new beginnings and love.
In a completely different direction, a short man named Chuck and an elf named Becky watched the jellyfish swim around their feet never touching, never hurting them, and smiled as they both felt something change in the ripples of the sea, the taste of the air and the brightness of the sun itself.
Everything was falling into place.