Hell Shall Not Wash Us Away (SPN, S6+)

[brosedshield]

Title: Hell Shall Not Wash Us Away
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys. But I sure like messing them up…
Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word count: ~2750
Beta Thanks:Yay ! Hugs her. She valiantly slaughtered hordes of grammar fail. What remains is still my fault.
Summary: The problem with permanent damage to the soul is that

Comments

[brosedshield]

I LOVE Sam and Dean united. I firmly believe that together nothing can stand against them. Or, at least, nothing can squash them like bugs...

In my happy happy world their heaven, even WITH the Cage, is just the happy life of Sam and Dean, without very many friends and with weird-crazy real estate. And maybe monsters. But hey, they've done that before...

I'm SO happy you liked it!

[justmmy]

This story should come with complementary hugs and puppies to cuddle. It's so heartbreakingly sweet. *sniffle* And the imagery, the analogies... god, all of it was just so good.

.....*whimpers and goes off in search of fluff*

[brosedshield]

*serious eyes* I shall try to find some puppies and hugs next time. Though knowing me that could go very badly...

*hug* So happy you liked it!

[de_nugis]

Oh, thank you, thank you. (One of Jonathan Edwards' daughters was an ancestress of mine -- trufax.) I love what you did with the Wall, how menacing a presence it is, and I love how the first part of the story is full of elements of curtain!fic, Sam and Dean building themselves the kind of stability full of mundane details they've never had. And I also love how they are able to cope, in a way, with its destruction. I imagine in the end not just that they can survive the cage flood with epic love, but that they will take the light and dark of their combined store of memories and build a life again from scratch.

[brosedshield]

Wow, that's neat that I pulled Edwards reference out of thin air (though the first thing I wrote was not actually an Edwards reference, but rather my jumbled memory of an Edwards reference that had taken two of his analogies and smashed them together; alas, my brain) and it resonates. *nods* We must have a brain connection, at least for this fic. I also mentioned the Middle Ages because I had been browsing your journal before I went to the comment!meme and then it was YOUR prompt, so of course I had to. And, well, I've had medieval SPN fic on the brain as well, so that might contribute too

[brosedshield]

OH, and I'm so happy you liked it! Because I totally forgot to say that in the first comment. *halfheaddesk*

[borgmama1of5]

You utterly devasted me. It is so unfair that Sam still cannot have peace, but I love that Dean stayed with him without a second thought and that Sam accepted it without arguing, because if they had to be cast into the pseusdo cage, at least they were united.

[brosedshield]

I'm pleased to have devastated you, even though that might make me a horrible person :P

Yeah, the Winchesters never exactly get breaks. But I firmly believe that together they can conquer the pseudo-Cage. I think it'll be the equivalent of living on an active volcanic island which also has tidal waves and man-eating ants (you never know when you're going to have to run like hell, hide in a cave, or start beating something with sticks) but THEY CAN DO IT, because they are the Winchesters, dammit. *nods decisively*

[fourtenpm]

The last part of the story did not happen. Says resolutely, Sam and Dean live in heaven happily happily ever after.

Go to a quiet corner to bawl my eyes out.

[brosedshield]

Awww *hug* If it's any consolation, I firmly believe that they will live happily ever after, even in the Heaven-Hell-Cage hybrid where they now find themselves because they are TOGETHER.

Though I'm beginning to suspect that I'm going to have to write a happy fic that proves this, or no one will believe me. :)