LJ WENT DOWN SO I WROTE ANOTHER GOD DAMN FIC!

Oct 01, 2009 23:43

Title: Picnic
Author: Sparseparsley
Rating: R
Wordcount: 430
Genre/Pairing: Angst, mentions of Dean/Cas and Cas/Chuck
Spoilers: All of 5.04
Click for warnings, summary, and story )

fic-a-frack, fandom, spn is mouse herpes

Leave a comment

Comments 46

whreflections October 2 2009, 11:57:11 UTC
Oh, Cas! *hugs*

This was so well done, and so heartbreaking...

Reply

sparseparsley October 2 2009, 19:14:39 UTC
See above, we must spread the heartache!

Thanks for reading.

Reply


nightswhisper October 2 2009, 11:58:11 UTC
you make future!Cas a lil better...

Reply

sparseparsley October 2 2009, 19:17:12 UTC
I don't know if you mean better as a person or as a concept but either way, thanks so much for reading!

Reply

nightswhisper October 2 2009, 23:02:30 UTC
better concept. Sawy was in a rush this morning. XD It made my heart a little easier about the whole thing. :)

Reply


uglybusiness October 2 2009, 20:05:11 UTC
Ohh. So heartbreaking and so amazing. Wow. Just... wow.

Reply

sparseparsley October 2 2009, 22:39:57 UTC
Aww yeah, more heartbreak. :p

Thank you!

Reply


making_gray October 3 2009, 01:24:25 UTC
Chuck had been warm through the night where Dean had been angry, angry, angry and had given truly abysmal head and had been gone by midnight. Gone for a week, and never slept in the same building as Cas again, when he could help it. Funny.

Oh, oh, my heart. I can see this happening between future!Cas-and-Dean.

Reply

sparseparsley October 3 2009, 05:16:11 UTC
They are one sad and broken little pair, all right.

Thank you very much for reading.

Reply


lady_macbeth_13 October 3 2009, 02:27:00 UTC
Awesomely awesome.

I think you captured drugged-up Cas beautifully.

(Also, the last line gave me goosebumps.)

Reply

sparseparsley October 3 2009, 05:18:43 UTC
Thank you!

Particularly for commenting on the last line. The more I write, the more I realize that one of the hardest parts is deciding when to end a story.

Reply


Leave a comment

Up