Supernatural Fic: Borderline (part 2/3)
Title: Borderline
Author: outlawradio
Rating: PG
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: through all aired episodes, plus most recent promo and episode description
Warnings: none
Summary: Found again, and hidden, where no-one can find them. A collection of scenes in the grand tradition of hoping this is something like what airs on Friday. A million thanks to lolachrome, my beta and my inspiration.
Notes: this was created alongside lolachrome as she planned her gorgeous vid, Borderline. Since mine was finished before 7.17, and hers was definitely finished after, the works ended up diverging -- as she puts it (so well), "they exist as two different musings on Supernatural through the lens of the same song--alternative universes of each other, perhaps."
Lola, it's so fun to make alternate universes with you!
Read part 1 here
Damn, if Sam were here. But then, if he were, and in his usual state, Dean would never have come looking.
Not that he knew it was Cas he was looking for. He hadn't cared who, he just needed someone who could reach Sam, who could crack through the hell in his brain and try to pull him out. The name he'd gotten didn't ring any bells. But when he'd tracked him.
It was him. Not just some double wearing his face, his body -- him. Made sense -- pulling Winchesters out of hell was his line by now.
Dean had played the whole thing out, a full-on-dissection of what he'd seen, and what they knew, as if performed by that expert forensics examiner, Sam Winchester.
-But we saw him die. Dean, don't you think that's what you want to see? What you want to believe?
Bullshit, Sam, you weren't there. He's not just a shell or a double. It's him.
-How do you know?
Because I know! Because he orders coffee "without sugar or milk," after that time in Braintree. And he drinks coffee because he likes it, but he doesn't eat, unless he's with us. What double, what creature would...
And because he looks like he's waiting for something. The way Cas always did. Does.
And because I swear I saw that army jacket on him before, Sam. Only you weren't there...
Anyway, as desperate as things were, it was probably better that Sam couldn't talk Dean out of the safe house idea. Really they had no choice. In the state he was in Cas needed protection.
How weird was it that he knew who Dean was, but not his own name.
God, how long had it been now? This year... Just... Glad he hasn't asked about Bobby yet.
But the safe house, the safe house -- a sure thing. If he was going to help Cas, and if Cas was going to help Sam... They needed isolation.
Dean pulled up to the shack, idling, his lights switched off. Reaching over to grab his bag, he strode out of the car and towards the house, digging in his pocket for the padlock key.
Read part 3 here
Author: outlawradio
Rating: PG
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: through all aired episodes, plus most recent promo and episode description
Warnings: none
Summary: Found again, and hidden, where no-one can find them. A collection of scenes in the grand tradition of hoping this is something like what airs on Friday. A million thanks to lolachrome, my beta and my inspiration.
Notes: this was created alongside lolachrome as she planned her gorgeous vid, Borderline. Since mine was finished before 7.17, and hers was definitely finished after, the works ended up diverging -- as she puts it (so well), "they exist as two different musings on Supernatural through the lens of the same song--alternative universes of each other, perhaps."
Lola, it's so fun to make alternate universes with you!
Read part 1 here
Damn, if Sam were here. But then, if he were, and in his usual state, Dean would never have come looking.
Not that he knew it was Cas he was looking for. He hadn't cared who, he just needed someone who could reach Sam, who could crack through the hell in his brain and try to pull him out. The name he'd gotten didn't ring any bells. But when he'd tracked him.
It was him. Not just some double wearing his face, his body -- him. Made sense -- pulling Winchesters out of hell was his line by now.
Dean had played the whole thing out, a full-on-dissection of what he'd seen, and what they knew, as if performed by that expert forensics examiner, Sam Winchester.
-But we saw him die. Dean, don't you think that's what you want to see? What you want to believe?
Bullshit, Sam, you weren't there. He's not just a shell or a double. It's him.
-How do you know?
Because I know! Because he orders coffee "without sugar or milk," after that time in Braintree. And he drinks coffee because he likes it, but he doesn't eat, unless he's with us. What double, what creature would...
And because he looks like he's waiting for something. The way Cas always did. Does.
And because I swear I saw that army jacket on him before, Sam. Only you weren't there...
Anyway, as desperate as things were, it was probably better that Sam couldn't talk Dean out of the safe house idea. Really they had no choice. In the state he was in Cas needed protection.
How weird was it that he knew who Dean was, but not his own name.
God, how long had it been now? This year... Just... Glad he hasn't asked about Bobby yet.
But the safe house, the safe house -- a sure thing. If he was going to help Cas, and if Cas was going to help Sam... They needed isolation.
Dean pulled up to the shack, idling, his lights switched off. Reaching over to grab his bag, he strode out of the car and towards the house, digging in his pocket for the padlock key.
Read part 3 here