Fic: Timshel (Castiel, PG)

[obstinatrix]

I started this after 6.20. It was meant to be a lot longer, and also to have a lot more Crowley in it, but I decided it really had to be posted, in whatever form, before it was Jossed entirely to hell by the finale. And also before the Rapture on Saturday. So I finished it this morning with ~10 hours to spare. ;)

Title: Timshel
Pairing: mild

Comments

[tiptoe39]

As I have told you, I have absolutely no idea what happens at the end of this, but I love every word of it anyway. You're a poet. Fic writer doesn't begin to describe it. You're a poet.

I'm honored to know you. :)

[obstinatrix]

♥ ♥ ♥

I still can't believe quite how absolutely this was Jossed!

[meesasometimes]

Crowley never claimed outright to know that it is Dean, really, for whom Castiel wants to preserve this world, but the rational part of him is sure that Crowley knows. Castiel tasted his forbidden fruit, once, in the swell of Dean's mouth, the wet sliding heat of his tongue. A moment only, but it was everything. God would not save a whole world for one man, but Castiel does not know how much there is of God left in him. Dean is his plumb line, now, his pole star. The axis around which he pivots. He has tried to undo it: he has tried. Some knots were not fashioned to be undone again

I am obsessed with this paragraph.

[obstinatrix]

:D Thank you!

[dragonlit]

"Oh god, I love it," burst from my mouth as I read the last line. You've reduced me to tears with your prose. So beautiful, so heartwrenching. As tiptoe39 said, you are a poet.

[obstinatrix]

♥ Thank you so much, hon.

[obstinatrix]

STILL CAN'T BELIEVE HOW ENTIRELY THIS WAS JOSSED, NGL.

♥ ♥

[nyoka]

Gorgeous character study. Love the language you use and the mood you set here. <3

[obstinatrix]

♥ Thank you, hon.