SpnFanart/ficRec- What Little Remains by Khapitan
Art Title: Meteor
Author: the_poette
Warning: blood, angst, injury
Summary: fallen!Cas inspired by Khapitan's fic on ff.net What-Little-Remains --fic summary : Heaven has re-claimed Castiel, they tell Sam and Dean: "do not look. You will not find. You will never succeed." and the brothers are utterly helpless to save him from his fate. Heaven has sinister plans, darker than the Winchesters believed possible, and they're already well underway. (S8, hurt!cas, angst, protective Winchesters, all that jazz)--author's summary not mine.
A/N: Check out this story and give the author some love cause it's amazingly well written and feeds the angst lover in all of us. Couldn't help but draw the scene in ch 2 not spoilery i think.
"The sky sees the creature. It sees something once great now fallen, a pitiful thing that cannot support the weight of its own burden. Around its hollow shell it wears clothing it used to know, black trousers and a white shirt; the rest of it is gone, lost to some inferno it refuses to acknowledge. The sky sees red rivers oozing through light cotton.
The world tastes the creature. It tastes of salt and blood and ash and rust. It tastes vile and the world wants nothing more than to spit it out." (Chapter 2 Meteor)
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Author: the_poette
Warning: blood, angst, injury
Summary: fallen!Cas inspired by Khapitan's fic on ff.net What-Little-Remains --fic summary : Heaven has re-claimed Castiel, they tell Sam and Dean: "do not look. You will not find. You will never succeed." and the brothers are utterly helpless to save him from his fate. Heaven has sinister plans, darker than the Winchesters believed possible, and they're already well underway. (S8, hurt!cas, angst, protective Winchesters, all that jazz)--author's summary not mine.
A/N: Check out this story and give the author some love cause it's amazingly well written and feeds the angst lover in all of us. Couldn't help but draw the scene in ch 2 not spoilery i think.
"The sky sees the creature. It sees something once great now fallen, a pitiful thing that cannot support the weight of its own burden. Around its hollow shell it wears clothing it used to know, black trousers and a white shirt; the rest of it is gone, lost to some inferno it refuses to acknowledge. The sky sees red rivers oozing through light cotton.
The world tastes the creature. It tastes of salt and blood and ash and rust. It tastes vile and the world wants nothing more than to spit it out." (Chapter 2 Meteor)
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