Rays of Love, Moonshine Heart (21/21): What Sarah Said
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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Silverhill was an actual city-town. It was much bigger than Chaseline at least. There were so many people on the streets- Fae, Brownies, Dwarves, Satyrs. They saw the occasional Maahes, out for a bite to eat, and many creatures who didn’t usually live in cites and towns.
Silverhill was a in-between place for many people, and it was evident, if the number of goblins and dragon folk were anything to go by. The Dragon Folk were as easy to spot as the Fae. Their otherworldly clothes, their sharp, red eyes and their slightly more reptilian faces set them apart, though they were physically the same as Dean in the form they had taken at the moment.
The town had multiple buildings made of stone, and even the roads were paved with stone. There were many cycle-rickshaws, taking the fae from one place to the other. The temple, which stood atop the highest hill in Silverhill, was different from other temples, because while the main temple was still run by the Sekhmet, the Maahes ran the temple that was adjoined to it. The whole building was imposing in general, made of black obsidian and shining in the sunlight.
Dean and Cas had no idea what to do and who to look for. Kevin’s words had been cryptic and had done nothing but confused them. All they knew was this person was an angel, and they didn’t even know if this person would show his wings or not.
And so, the two made their way to an inn so as to at least settle down before they tried to figure out their next move.
The inn they entered was homey. It radiated warmth and coziness like a beacon. The interior was organized in a way that everything was placed to increase the comfort level of the people in it. There were many people everywhere. Some people were having a smoke in the corner, a few had come in to eat, while some were having a mid-day drink of hot cider.
As Dean spoke to the inn’s owner, Cas looked around and notice a blonde man watching him. Out of habit, his hand moved slowly to his sword at his waist. The man seemed to smile wider, his pale blue eyes brightening in mirth. He pushed away from the corner seat he had been sitting at, closing his book and approached him.
Dean seemed to stiffen, feeling the person move towards them, but tried not to take a defensive position.
“Greetings, Dean Winchester. Castiel,” the man said, and Dean seemed to instinctively relax, as did Castiel, when they both felt no hostility radiating off the man.
His smile widened and he motioned towards the seat he had been at.
“My name is Aziraphale. I’ve been waiting a long time for you to come into your destiny.”
By the time Sam and Ruby had made it to Dormoor, they were both very tired. Sam had also exhausted his knowledge of Shadows in his effort to figure out Lucifer’s plan.
He was eager to meet Crowley, the man who was basically Ruby’s boss. He was also very eager to see Dormoor itself, considering it was the first big city he had been to. He had a feeling, however, that he wouldn’t be able to do so, and would have to see what he could on the way to the Inn they would be meeting Crowley at.
Dormoor, from what he saw of it on the way to the Inn, was not very different from Seanchan, just slightly bigger in size and in population.
The Inn they were staying at was beautiful, just as beautiful as the other one, but Sam could feel the nervous vibes coming off Ruby and felt nervous as well.
Seated at the center of the Inn’s small dinner, was a man. He had greenish eyes that looked like they had seen too much. He was balding slightly, but something about him made his seem not only younger, but also powerful and oddly attractive. His lips were pulled in a grin that could only be described as smarmy.
“Hello, Darlings,” he said. “You must be Sam Winchester. Its a pleasure to meet you I’m sure.”
Sam raised an eyebrow, and when Ruby turned to look at him, she was amused to see him look decidedly unimpressed with Crowley.
“I’d say it was a pleasure, but given the circumstances….”
Crowley’s eyes lit up in amusement.
“Snarky. I like that in my men,” he said, with a smirk, and Sam simply looked even more unimpressed.
“Is that supposed to frighten me?”
Ruby couldn’t hold in the snicker.
Crowley’s grin widened to something that said that he was clearly pleased.
“I see you’ve figured out a lot. I assume Ruby simply laid out the right clues?” he said.
Sam turned to Ruby, surprised. Ruby shrugged.
“I wasn’t lying. But I intentionally placed the keys in front of you, knowing you’d be smart enough to use them in the right way.”
“Come, have a seat, Sammy-kins. We have a lot to discuss,” said Crowley with a smirk.
“Everyone! Everyone!” yelled a sartyr that had just run into the Inn.
“The worst has happened! The Elf Kingdom is ablaze! The Shadows have declared war!”
And somewhere, two lone figures watch a kingdom burn. The man’s arm is around the woman, who is weeping for the loss of her kind, while the man is watching quietly, knowing fully well what will happen.
The world was going to war.
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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----------------------------------------
Silverhill was an actual city-town. It was much bigger than Chaseline at least. There were so many people on the streets- Fae, Brownies, Dwarves, Satyrs. They saw the occasional Maahes, out for a bite to eat, and many creatures who didn’t usually live in cites and towns.
Silverhill was a in-between place for many people, and it was evident, if the number of goblins and dragon folk were anything to go by. The Dragon Folk were as easy to spot as the Fae. Their otherworldly clothes, their sharp, red eyes and their slightly more reptilian faces set them apart, though they were physically the same as Dean in the form they had taken at the moment.
The town had multiple buildings made of stone, and even the roads were paved with stone. There were many cycle-rickshaws, taking the fae from one place to the other. The temple, which stood atop the highest hill in Silverhill, was different from other temples, because while the main temple was still run by the Sekhmet, the Maahes ran the temple that was adjoined to it. The whole building was imposing in general, made of black obsidian and shining in the sunlight.
Dean and Cas had no idea what to do and who to look for. Kevin’s words had been cryptic and had done nothing but confused them. All they knew was this person was an angel, and they didn’t even know if this person would show his wings or not.
And so, the two made their way to an inn so as to at least settle down before they tried to figure out their next move.
The inn they entered was homey. It radiated warmth and coziness like a beacon. The interior was organized in a way that everything was placed to increase the comfort level of the people in it. There were many people everywhere. Some people were having a smoke in the corner, a few had come in to eat, while some were having a mid-day drink of hot cider.
As Dean spoke to the inn’s owner, Cas looked around and notice a blonde man watching him. Out of habit, his hand moved slowly to his sword at his waist. The man seemed to smile wider, his pale blue eyes brightening in mirth. He pushed away from the corner seat he had been sitting at, closing his book and approached him.
Dean seemed to stiffen, feeling the person move towards them, but tried not to take a defensive position.
“Greetings, Dean Winchester. Castiel,” the man said, and Dean seemed to instinctively relax, as did Castiel, when they both felt no hostility radiating off the man.
His smile widened and he motioned towards the seat he had been at.
“My name is Aziraphale. I’ve been waiting a long time for you to come into your destiny.”
By the time Sam and Ruby had made it to Dormoor, they were both very tired. Sam had also exhausted his knowledge of Shadows in his effort to figure out Lucifer’s plan.
He was eager to meet Crowley, the man who was basically Ruby’s boss. He was also very eager to see Dormoor itself, considering it was the first big city he had been to. He had a feeling, however, that he wouldn’t be able to do so, and would have to see what he could on the way to the Inn they would be meeting Crowley at.
Dormoor, from what he saw of it on the way to the Inn, was not very different from Seanchan, just slightly bigger in size and in population.
The Inn they were staying at was beautiful, just as beautiful as the other one, but Sam could feel the nervous vibes coming off Ruby and felt nervous as well.
Seated at the center of the Inn’s small dinner, was a man. He had greenish eyes that looked like they had seen too much. He was balding slightly, but something about him made his seem not only younger, but also powerful and oddly attractive. His lips were pulled in a grin that could only be described as smarmy.
“Hello, Darlings,” he said. “You must be Sam Winchester. Its a pleasure to meet you I’m sure.”
Sam raised an eyebrow, and when Ruby turned to look at him, she was amused to see him look decidedly unimpressed with Crowley.
“I’d say it was a pleasure, but given the circumstances….”
Crowley’s eyes lit up in amusement.
“Snarky. I like that in my men,” he said, with a smirk, and Sam simply looked even more unimpressed.
“Is that supposed to frighten me?”
Ruby couldn’t hold in the snicker.
Crowley’s grin widened to something that said that he was clearly pleased.
“I see you’ve figured out a lot. I assume Ruby simply laid out the right clues?” he said.
Sam turned to Ruby, surprised. Ruby shrugged.
“I wasn’t lying. But I intentionally placed the keys in front of you, knowing you’d be smart enough to use them in the right way.”
“Come, have a seat, Sammy-kins. We have a lot to discuss,” said Crowley with a smirk.
“Everyone! Everyone!” yelled a sartyr that had just run into the Inn.
“The worst has happened! The Elf Kingdom is ablaze! The Shadows have declared war!”
And somewhere, two lone figures watch a kingdom burn. The man’s arm is around the woman, who is weeping for the loss of her kind, while the man is watching quietly, knowing fully well what will happen.
The world was going to war.