This: “Where is your brother?” Castiel repeats, and now it’s edgy, hard, intense, it’s weak knees as the eyes blaze beams of bluish fire at him, and now it’s louder too, now it’s the power to smite. “I have lost him. Something is wrong. Where is your brother, Sam?” -- Just stopped me cold. I could hear this in Cas's voice. Ohhh.
And is this a new record?: And soon he’ll be lifted and carried into the warm and dry, and Sammy will make nice with the puppy dog eyes like old times, and he’ll be fussed over until he wants to hit out in frustration, and he closes his eyes, thinks of his bed, but his leg, broken maybe, is saying fuck bed, I need some traction action, asswad, and every little splinter and shard of shattered bone is getting itself organized, front row kneeling down, back row standing, and they have their bows at the ready and they reach up and over their shoulders and grab arrows from nifty little Robin Hood quivers, and send them up into the sky and they hang in the air like silver raindrops before they fall straight down, dead on target into his brain because the neurons split up and a whole bunch of them are lying down in rows that spell out pain centers here!, and everything explodes in showers of bright red, orange and yellow sparks, like a New Year’s Eve, he thinks, almost dreamily and he sighs out and falls into the lights. --- Wow. That is some sentence :)
Yeah, thought we needed an injection of BAMF Cas in there... I hope we get to see some of that end-season! And God, that is a long one isn't it? I actually *talk* like that, that's the scary thing...
This: “Where is your brother?” Castiel repeats, and now it’s edgy, hard, intense, it’s weak knees as the eyes blaze beams of bluish fire at him, and now it’s louder too, now it’s the power to smite. “I have lost him. Something is wrong. Where is your brother, Sam?”
-- Just stopped me cold. I could hear this in Cas's voice. Ohhh.
And is this a new record?: And soon he’ll be lifted and carried into the warm and dry, and Sammy will make nice with the puppy dog eyes like old times, and he’ll be fussed over until he wants to hit out in frustration, and he closes his eyes, thinks of his bed, but his leg, broken maybe, is saying fuck bed, I need some traction action, asswad, and every little splinter and shard of shattered bone is getting itself organized, front row kneeling down, back row standing, and they have their bows at the ready and they reach up and over their shoulders and grab arrows from nifty little Robin Hood quivers, and send them up into the sky and they hang in the air like silver raindrops before they fall straight down, dead on target into his brain because the neurons split up and a whole bunch of them are lying down in rows that spell out pain centers here!, and everything explodes in showers of bright red, orange and yellow sparks, like a New Year’s Eve, he thinks, almost dreamily and he sighs out and falls into the lights.
--- Wow. That is some sentence :)
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Yeah, thought we needed an injection of BAMF Cas in there... I hope we get to see some of that end-season! And God, that is a long one isn't it? I actually *talk* like that, that's the scary thing...
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