There was a time she knew everything about him.
HEY YOU GUYS, CHECK THIS OUT: Folie à Deux, written for ME for the deancastiel Secret Angels Exchange! My prompt was The AU where Henrickson was right: there is no thing as the supernatural, John was a paramilitary whackjob, and Castiel is Jimmy Novak's other personality.
The writer took this prompt and then wrote it from Amelia's POV, lending a poignancy and ambiguity to the tragedy that unfolds. There's so much here: anger, tenderness, ignorance, despair, far-flung tragedy, and the scariest thing is that it could so very easily go like this. To everyone but a select few, this is what happens. More than anything else, this fic asks: Where is the reality? Where's the line? Are the Supernatural pantheon close to it? And the answer seems to be: We don't know. We don't know. And far, far too close.
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The writer took this prompt and then wrote it from Amelia's POV, lending a poignancy and ambiguity to the tragedy that unfolds. There's so much here: anger, tenderness, ignorance, despair, far-flung tragedy, and the scariest thing is that it could so very easily go like this. To everyone but a select few, this is what happens. More than anything else, this fic asks: Where is the reality? Where's the line? Are the Supernatural pantheon close to it? And the answer seems to be: We don't know. We don't know. And far, far too close.
This entry was originally posted at http://vanitashaze.dreamwidth.org/59389.html. Please comment there using OpenID.