Rays of Love, Moonshine Heart (19/21): A Whole New World
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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“So what are we supposed to do now?” Dean asked Kevin, who looked west of the town, away from the forests.
“Go to Silverhill. There you will meet an angel unlike any that Castiel has known, one who has been away from the Angel Kingdom for so many years that he has been presumed to be dead.”
“Where will we find him?” asked Cas, as he shifted his coat to cover his wings properly.
“You don’t need to. He’ll find you.”
“Not obscure at all,” muttered Dean as he waved to the centaurs. Cas snorted and waved at them as well, as they slowly made their way towards Silverhill.
The centaurs had given them both duffel bags full of food, some coins, and also some random utensils they might need. Dean had also seen Kevin slip Cas a book or two for the journey. They had both decided to make a stop and buy two horses to make their journey easier, since the path to Silverhill was full of farms. It would be easy to find a horse on the way there.
Castiel was absolutely enraptured with the world he was only now seeing. He had flown out of his kingdom before, but the visit to Lawrence had technically been his first “mission” so to speak and he had never actually seen the world from this view.
The real world was filled with brightness, with joy, with colour and with love. He could see the joy and love and life thrumming in everything he saw, and couldn’t help but smile to himself. He could hear the birds singing from their perches, could hear the men and women talking in the field, laughing and enjoying their work.
Dean didn’t seem as fascinated with his surroundings and instead seemed to be immensely eager to get a horse because he didn’t think that walking all the way to Silverhill was going to be easy, and Cas flying them there (an offer which had been on the table) was going to attract attention.
It had nothing to do with Dean’s fear of heights. Not at all.
They were easily able to get two horses from a kindly old man who owned an apple orchard. He actually sold both horses to them for less than what would usually be the price simply because he noticed that Dean was a werewolf and asked which clan he was from. Apparently, many years ago, John had helped him out big time with a rogue troll who had ventured too far from his homeland.
The only reason the man had taken the money that Cas had offered was because Cas had insisted that he take it.
So now they had two horse. The one that Dean was riding was a Thoroughbred black horse and the one Cas was riding was an Andulasian horse, its pure white flank gleaming in the sun. They were going to ride their way to Silverhill, effectively cutting their travel time by half, at least. Now, instead of the four-five days of walking they would have to do, they were going to make it to Silverhill in at least 2 or 2 ½ days.
Castiel had never been on a horse before, but he took to it like the annoyingly perfect guy he was. Dean glared at him in annoyance, and Cas looked back in confusion. He stared back long enough for Dean to sigh and smile softly at him. Cas’ face lit up and he went back to looking around the world in a sense of wonder and joy. His enthusiasm was contagious, and Dean soon felt as excited about being out of his forest for the first time, instead of being homesick.
Far away, in the Tear Desert, two figures slowly made their way towards the Elven kingdom.
Miles away, Chuck and Becky sat staring at the manuscript, Chuck not wanting to go forward in his narration and Becky not willing to write any more.
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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“So what are we supposed to do now?” Dean asked Kevin, who looked west of the town, away from the forests.
“Go to Silverhill. There you will meet an angel unlike any that Castiel has known, one who has been away from the Angel Kingdom for so many years that he has been presumed to be dead.”
“Where will we find him?” asked Cas, as he shifted his coat to cover his wings properly.
“You don’t need to. He’ll find you.”
“Not obscure at all,” muttered Dean as he waved to the centaurs. Cas snorted and waved at them as well, as they slowly made their way towards Silverhill.
The centaurs had given them both duffel bags full of food, some coins, and also some random utensils they might need. Dean had also seen Kevin slip Cas a book or two for the journey. They had both decided to make a stop and buy two horses to make their journey easier, since the path to Silverhill was full of farms. It would be easy to find a horse on the way there.
Castiel was absolutely enraptured with the world he was only now seeing. He had flown out of his kingdom before, but the visit to Lawrence had technically been his first “mission” so to speak and he had never actually seen the world from this view.
The real world was filled with brightness, with joy, with colour and with love. He could see the joy and love and life thrumming in everything he saw, and couldn’t help but smile to himself. He could hear the birds singing from their perches, could hear the men and women talking in the field, laughing and enjoying their work.
Dean didn’t seem as fascinated with his surroundings and instead seemed to be immensely eager to get a horse because he didn’t think that walking all the way to Silverhill was going to be easy, and Cas flying them there (an offer which had been on the table) was going to attract attention.
It had nothing to do with Dean’s fear of heights. Not at all.
They were easily able to get two horses from a kindly old man who owned an apple orchard. He actually sold both horses to them for less than what would usually be the price simply because he noticed that Dean was a werewolf and asked which clan he was from. Apparently, many years ago, John had helped him out big time with a rogue troll who had ventured too far from his homeland.
The only reason the man had taken the money that Cas had offered was because Cas had insisted that he take it.
So now they had two horse. The one that Dean was riding was a Thoroughbred black horse and the one Cas was riding was an Andulasian horse, its pure white flank gleaming in the sun. They were going to ride their way to Silverhill, effectively cutting their travel time by half, at least. Now, instead of the four-five days of walking they would have to do, they were going to make it to Silverhill in at least 2 or 2 ½ days.
Castiel had never been on a horse before, but he took to it like the annoyingly perfect guy he was. Dean glared at him in annoyance, and Cas looked back in confusion. He stared back long enough for Dean to sigh and smile softly at him. Cas’ face lit up and he went back to looking around the world in a sense of wonder and joy. His enthusiasm was contagious, and Dean soon felt as excited about being out of his forest for the first time, instead of being homesick.
Far away, in the Tear Desert, two figures slowly made their way towards the Elven kingdom.
Miles away, Chuck and Becky sat staring at the manuscript, Chuck not wanting to go forward in his narration and Becky not willing to write any more.