Rays of Love, Moonshine Heart (7/21): Chasing the Light
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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Cas and Dean went their separate ways when the sun rose. Cas took off, spreading his black wings that glimmered in the sun.
Meanwhile, that very day, Dean managed to actually shift. He could feel his bones elongate and shift, his skull change its very nature. He could feel every hair that sprouted out of his body, every bone that finally set itself perfectly.
He shook his entire body, like a dog trying to shake water off itself. He moved cautiously, as if he was trying to see how this body moved, how it functioned.
He could see white fur and could feel his tail, could feel the earth under his paws. He raised his head and howled. Many howls answered him and he sprinted down the mountain in his wolf form, relishing the wind in his fur.
Cas flew over the mountains, but before he got too far, he could hear a distant howl and the collective howls of a pack. He smiled, knowing deep in his grace that Dean had managed to shift. He continued flying, met more people, visited more places, learned many things, and returned to his castle to his parents and his friends.
Years passed.
Dean trained under Bobby and his father and soon grew to be an admirable alpha; strong, powerful, and loving. He made new friends and kept the old, making his own clan within the Winchester Clan. With Sam, Jo, Pamela, Victor, and Ash, he found a wonderful circle of friends who all cared for him the way he cared for them.
Various betas made open advances on him, but Dean was never interested. He never knew why he thought that those blue eyes should have been bluer, or that the girl’s blonde hair should have been black. He never understood why he criticized their appearances in his head, wanting eyes bluer than the sea, uncombed, silky hair darker than the night, fingers long and elegant. He forgot about big wings that needed grooming because he forgot that the lover he was unconsciously searching for had wings. He forgot Castiel’s name, but only certain features. Once, he thought about wings, but passed it off as idiotic kinks.
Castiel was assigned under Joshua, just as he hoped, and he was surprised to find that Gabriel and Balthazar were also assigned to him. Joshua was kind, loving, and patient. Castiel had to admit, though, that this patience was needed when dealing with Gabriel and Balthazar.
The entire time, Castiel found himself staring at Half Moon Mountain, watching it pulse like a heartbeat and remembered stories of wolves, of love, and of pain. He remember sun-kissed skin, dirty blonde hair, bottle green eyes, and freckles like the stars above that he wanted to count and form constellations with. He didn’t know why. He couldn’t remember the boy named Dean who told him the story of Cain, and assumed he had read it somewhere. He couldn’t remember who Dean was, and just his gorgeous bright soul.
Eventually, they both forgot. Only when Dean was being approached as a mate, would Dean suddenly think of those features, and only when Castiel gazed up at the sky and at the moon would he remember the brightest soul of all.
While all of this was happening, Crowley and Aziraphale continued their attempts at planning Lucifer’s fall. They found themselves waiting for the Saviours to rise, for the Sun and the Moon to once again come to power in the Shadow Lands.
And the world as a whole, waited in baited breath, as Nature knew what was to come.
Bloody times would come to pass, and if it went well, there would be a Golden Era.
If the Saviours failed, then the world would once again be at the mercy of Lucifer and his Shadows.
And as this all happened, Chuck sat in front of his Scribe, a blonde Elf called Becky of the Rose, and spoke of times that had come to pass, and times that would come to pass.
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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Cas and Dean went their separate ways when the sun rose. Cas took off, spreading his black wings that glimmered in the sun.
Meanwhile, that very day, Dean managed to actually shift. He could feel his bones elongate and shift, his skull change its very nature. He could feel every hair that sprouted out of his body, every bone that finally set itself perfectly.
He shook his entire body, like a dog trying to shake water off itself. He moved cautiously, as if he was trying to see how this body moved, how it functioned.
He could see white fur and could feel his tail, could feel the earth under his paws. He raised his head and howled. Many howls answered him and he sprinted down the mountain in his wolf form, relishing the wind in his fur.
Cas flew over the mountains, but before he got too far, he could hear a distant howl and the collective howls of a pack. He smiled, knowing deep in his grace that Dean had managed to shift. He continued flying, met more people, visited more places, learned many things, and returned to his castle to his parents and his friends.
Years passed.
Dean trained under Bobby and his father and soon grew to be an admirable alpha; strong, powerful, and loving. He made new friends and kept the old, making his own clan within the Winchester Clan. With Sam, Jo, Pamela, Victor, and Ash, he found a wonderful circle of friends who all cared for him the way he cared for them.
Various betas made open advances on him, but Dean was never interested. He never knew why he thought that those blue eyes should have been bluer, or that the girl’s blonde hair should have been black. He never understood why he criticized their appearances in his head, wanting eyes bluer than the sea, uncombed, silky hair darker than the night, fingers long and elegant. He forgot about big wings that needed grooming because he forgot that the lover he was unconsciously searching for had wings. He forgot Castiel’s name, but only certain features. Once, he thought about wings, but passed it off as idiotic kinks.
Castiel was assigned under Joshua, just as he hoped, and he was surprised to find that Gabriel and Balthazar were also assigned to him. Joshua was kind, loving, and patient. Castiel had to admit, though, that this patience was needed when dealing with Gabriel and Balthazar.
The entire time, Castiel found himself staring at Half Moon Mountain, watching it pulse like a heartbeat and remembered stories of wolves, of love, and of pain. He remember sun-kissed skin, dirty blonde hair, bottle green eyes, and freckles like the stars above that he wanted to count and form constellations with. He didn’t know why. He couldn’t remember the boy named Dean who told him the story of Cain, and assumed he had read it somewhere. He couldn’t remember who Dean was, and just his gorgeous bright soul.
Eventually, they both forgot. Only when Dean was being approached as a mate, would Dean suddenly think of those features, and only when Castiel gazed up at the sky and at the moon would he remember the brightest soul of all.
While all of this was happening, Crowley and Aziraphale continued their attempts at planning Lucifer’s fall. They found themselves waiting for the Saviours to rise, for the Sun and the Moon to once again come to power in the Shadow Lands.
And the world as a whole, waited in baited breath, as Nature knew what was to come.
Bloody times would come to pass, and if it went well, there would be a Golden Era.
If the Saviours failed, then the world would once again be at the mercy of Lucifer and his Shadows.
And as this all happened, Chuck sat in front of his Scribe, a blonde Elf called Becky of the Rose, and spoke of times that had come to pass, and times that would come to pass.