A Study In Wings
By now, both Winchesters have sported wings at some point in their lives.
Sam was first, although his had been a bit frayed, what with the angel possessing him being injured while Sam himself had been close to death. Still, it had been an impressive sight: Gadreel, nearly as tall as Sam, with his athletic, regal posture, his wingspan as wide as the whole room. Sam’s gentleness had shone through the angel’s mask, giving the celestial entity an imposing yet gracious expression. A little brother trapped in one of God’s soldiers gone rogue.
Dean, now, had been an entirely different affair. Sleek, cruel Michael with his cold-blooded elegance and Peaky Blinders style had been a stark contrast to Dean’s valiant pragmatism. Shunning the older Winchester’s ingrained protectiveness, the archangel had been an eerily handsome yet merciless caricature of its vessel, reminiscent only of those parts of Dean that Hell and Crowley had brought to the forefront. He’d looked the archangel part, though, majestic and cold when unfolding those perfectly groomed wings.
However, there had only ever been one family member who’d worn those wings best.
Dean will never forget Castiel walking into that hangar, sparks flying around his commanding figure, walking through a hail of bullets without even blinking. He should’ve looked harmless in that rumpled trenchcoat, tie askew, hair unkempt. But he didn’t. Dean remembers his breath catching in his throat, remembers the rage he felt as well as the fear and the sheer awe.
“What are you?” he’d demanded, heart pounding in his chest.
“I am an Angel of the Lord,” Castiel had answered, proving it with a full spread of those beautiful, frightening black wings.
In the years to come, he’d lost them, now and again, those wings, along with his grace and - thankfully - his blind obedience to a father who really did not care. He’d lost them to side with the Winchesters, to become as breakable and vulnerable and fallible as they were. But, looking back and through it all, Castiel had been the one who’d earned them most.
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"#Why censor a line here?" tumblr is weird about cursing and may hide posts from tags if it's too "mature", i got spooked lmao didn't wanna risk it, it's stupid i know sry tnx for reblogging anyway <3
You're welcome. <3
I didn't know cursing affected all that much. I must check my older film quote posts to see if anything like that happened. This place changed so much...
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And there's a jet black crow droning on and on and on...
(FOBbruary Day 3, watercolor+acrylic / available)
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the oliver family reveal scene is such a character defining moment for felix. it reveals how deeply self serving he is as a person. ignoring that oliver is lying, since felix isn't aware of that at this point, felix is forcing his seemingly deeply traumatized friend back into said traumatizing environment because he feels the need to play the savior. "i'm not taking no for an answer. you have to fix this" why is felix insistent upon involving himself in these deeply personal family matters? to the point where he's bringing oliver there against his will? answering his phone and talking to his mom for him? as venetia said, he's known ollie for around six months. he couldn't truly begin to understand a family history that complicated and so opposite of his own in such short time, yet he's made himself an authority on mending this broken relationship between an abusive addict mother and her son. by deception. on ollie's birthday!!!!
the attention is taken away from this aspect of the dynamic very quickly since yknow, we find out everything is a farce anyway, but felix imposed himself like it was nothing. he has no concept of boundaries or overstepping- he cannot handle the word no. you can tell it's not the first time he's said "i'm not taking no for an answer" and it wouldn't be the last. and it wasn't ever even truly for ollie's sake, it was another part of felix's fantasy. it's another part of the role ollie plays for him. felix is a damsel that doesn't understand he's the damsel. he thinks he's the knight. and when his damsel isn't actually in distress, the illusion falls apart. suddenly, felix is the one actually in danger and the whole play is ruined.
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ruby: it carries a mother's promise.
me @ myself: don't. don't you dare go back there. not a single thought to that direction i swear to—
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