Ficlet: Between (Dean/Cas, gen more than slash)

[danse_amore]

Dean's back hits the wall, and he feels something crack, jarring and sharp. He falls to the floor, mind awash with shock and panic. It's cold cement, and somehow that helps. Not hot. Not vapor. Not metal and chains and the soft, skin-like membrane between them...But Alastair is there, right there, and reaching towards Dean's face with a hand like

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[misdreya]

"like the wings that he can feel, stretched around him like a shell,"

Oh God. I had to re-read this multiple times before I could stand to tear my eyes away from it. And Christ I can just see it.

I know it isn't considered "constructive" to just gush compliments in a comment after a fic but...

*gush*

[uglybusiness]

Wow, beautiful. I love your imagery. Thank you.