#cas is just the greatest all the time he's never in the wrong

[scoobydoodean]

The thing is that when Cas first laid a hand on Dean in hell he was lost, and not actually because "For the first time, I feel". Cas had felt before he knew Dean. We know this because we know Cas had rebelled before. Naomi tells us Cas never did as he was told—that Cas had a "Crack in the chassis straight off the line" (something Chuck later echoes in a rage).

Cas's rebellion is far older than Dean and that rebellion is a function of what he feels. Cas just doesn't get to remember feeling. Each time he does, he's stripped of the memory of it... but subconsciously he starts to understand it as something he must keep secret.

Can I tell you something if you promise not to tell another soul?

Cas is in love with humanity, and we conflate this with Dean because Dean is the narrative heart, and the subject of Cas's greatest love, and because the concept of humanity and Dean are so deeply linked they're almost one in the same. We are not at all wrong to conflate the two, but make no mistake—Cas is in love humanity.

You misunderstand me, Dean, I’m not like you think. I was praying that you would choose to save the town.

Cas calls humanity a work of art, and the camera pans to Dean sitting on the bench beside him. Dean represents humanity. Not just as precious works of art, but also because humans get to feel. Humans don't get lobotomized for feeling. Dean encourages Cas to feel. He encourages Cas to feel by asking him to—begging him to, and by feeling for others, and by existing and deserving to be loved himself.

Dean echoes free will to Cas like a call from the wild. He's the beauty of humanity. He's the liberation and beautiful terror of choice. The reason "You always have a choice" and "There is a right and there is a wrong here, and you know it" works is because Cas already feels, already hopes, already loves.

You were gonna help me once, weren't you? You were gonna warn me about all this, before they dragged you back to Bible camp. Help me -- now. Please.

The function by which Dean gets through to Cas is through Cas's own feelings and convictions. He gets through because Cas is "not a hammer, as you say". Cas has questions. Cas has doubts.

Cas is in love with humanity, and every time he remembers it, he gets packed off to Bible Camp and he forgets. But he can remember again. What it takes is a push. What it takes is a hand reached out in the darkness. The day Cas rescued Dean from hell, two people were saved. A hand clawed out toward Cas too, breaking through his own torturous prison and offering him escape. For the first time in a long time, he felt.

Dean's importance is that he touches Cas. He makes Cas remember. And he keeps making Cas remember. Through touch, through words, through the expression of his own affection for Cas and for others. Because Dean cares, Cas cares.

#and cas is my best friend #in love with humanity #pk rewatches spn number ? #4.07 #and also later episode thoughts I'm getting ahead of myself yeah what are you gonna do about it. #4.22 #the very touch of you corrupts #the one who cares #dean the narrative heart #season 4 #season 8 #multiseason #heaven as a cult #castiels motivations

[thepagemistress]

This post from @blanketforcas got the brainworms going but I didn't want to hijack the post so here's a little thing:

Castiel was woken by an overwhelming feeling of distress, of yearning.

For the briefest moment, he thought he was back in Purgatory. Listening to Dean's desperate prayers, wanting nothing more than to reunite with him but knowing it wasn't safe. He couldn't give in.

But no, this wasn't Purgatory. It was most definitely the bunker, and the warmth plastered along his bare back, the arms wrapped around his chest were most definitely Dean's.

Before Castiel could say anything, a mutter sounded from behind him.

"Sorry."

"Dean-"

The arms tightened their grip, Dean's forehead pressing in between Castiel's shoulder blades.

"'m sorry," he said again, louder this time and all the shakier for it.

Fully awake now, Castiel managed to shuffle his way onto his other side, never quite shaking Dean's grip, until they were facing each other. "What's wrong?"

Eye contact was in short supply as Dean sucked in a breath. "Happens sometimes. Kinda thought it would stop once I got my shit together-"

"We got our shit together," Castiel corrected, earning an amused huff.

"But guess that was too much to hope for, huh. I mean, I got everything I could possibly want, right? So why the hell do I feel like if I don't like crawl inside you, I'm gonna fucking combust?"

It's said in such a rush, it took a moment for Castiel to even parse the words. "I know what you mean."

Dean scoffed and it was wetter than Castiel liked. "Sure."

"No, Dean, you misunderstand," Castiel said, finally earning eye contact. "I know what you mean."

Dean stared at him, into him, waiting for him to find the right words.

"When I rescued you from hell, we were both in our purest forms. Your body was still in the ground and I had yet to procure a vessel. It was just your soul and my grace, completely entwined. Perhaps...perhaps part of your soul craves a return of that feeling. Just as my grace does."

The awe in Dean's eyes was like divine revelation. "Huh. You really do know what I mean." It was teasing, but his relief was palpable.

"I'm sorry I never made the connection before..." he started but Dean shook his head, sniffing as he curled in tighter, tucking his head under Castiel's chin.

"'s ok. I know now. It helps." They lay in silence for a few moments before Dean spoke up again. "Could we..." Castiel sucked in a surprised breath, realising what Dean was about to ask. Pulling back again, Dean's sharp eyes darted across Castiel's face before asking again. "Could we?"

With a not inconsiderable amount of effort, Castiel managed to swallow down the frantic desire to claw his way to Dean's soul there and then. "Not tonight," Castiel uttered, voice gruff and eyes wild. Things that clearly didn't escape Dean's attention since Castiel didn't pick up on any feelings of rejection from the other man.

"That's not a no," Dean said.

"Definitely not a no," Castiel confirmed, earning an amused smile. "I just...need to make sure I know I'm not going to do any damage. I need to have control. Certainly more than I would have right now."

Dean's amused smile turned into a smug smirk. "Yeah? Gets you all hot and bothered, huh?"

"Dean, holding your soul within my grace has been the single greatest privilege bestowed upon me and I have wanted nothing more than to feel it again."

"Oh," Dean breathed, sobering immediately.

"The fact that it's possible your soul might feel the same way is...overwhelming, to say the least. I need some time. Will you give me that?"

"Yeah, course. Course, Cas. However long you need." Castiel kissed Dean on the forehead, wrapping his arms around his shoulders as he felt the man slip back into unconsciousness. "Worth the wait," he mumbled, just before sleep claimed him.

"I know what you mean," Castiel whispered.

#destiel #spn #fanfiction #i was feeling sappy apparently

[onmyyan]

Okay, Hia! I’m hate to ask y/n’s friends trying to seduce Caspian! Idk if you had done this already but I was Caspian meet our friends and it’s obvious that they wanna fuck him

A/N: apologies for the wait! Loved this request bec Cas gets feral when you're relationship is tested, let me know if y'all want a smut to this!!NOT EDITED

TW'S: Yandere, cursing, horny Cas, shitty people/ friends, suggestive towards the end, Cas gets mean but don't worry never to you

You nearly buzzed in place from your ever growing excitement, not only were you about to go out looking as fine as you were, but you were going with Caspian!

A few friends of yours texted you last minute asking if you wanted to join them at the club, they asked if you could be the designated driver as they all wanted to drink and despite the small voice in your head telling you not to, that they'd only asked you to join so you could drive, the people pleaser in you won out and just like that you were scrambling to pick an outfit.

This particular group of women were more work friends than real ones, and the urge to belong was stronger than the odd vibes they gave off, this is the main reason you tiptoed into the kitchen that afternoon.

"Hi honey- what's wrong?" His tone went from joyous to concerned in a matter of seconds, he all but abandoned the pot he'd been diligently stirring for the last hour in favor for cupping your cheeks. "I'm fine my love, just- you free tonight?" His shoulders relaxed at the question, his large frame tilting down so he could steal a kiss. "For you? Always."

"Welllllll I know you didn't have the greatest time with my friends the last time we hung out with people I know but they invited me to the club- they need a designated driver see, and I was wondering if maybe you might wanna go with me?" Your nerves were apparent from the way you played with your shirt sleeve and it almost made him chuckle, as if you ever had to worry about him saying no to you.

"I'd love to go, and if you want to drink I can drive, you shouldn't have to limit yourself so others can party." He may have been smiling in the moment but his temper began to flare at the idea of you being so clearly used by people who cared little if at all for your wellbeing.

He knew how much you loved to dance and he could tell how happy you were to be apart of something so he bit his tongue and prayed to the universe he didn't loose his shit in front of you.

The two of you got ready together, the process being halted many times so he could kiss your neck or lips, whichever he had better access to at the moment the urge struck him. He made sure his outfit complimented your own, before you left he attached the prettiest necklace to your neck, making sure to leave a trail of kisses as he pulled away. The pendant was an adorable set of intertwined rose gold hearts, your initials carved in the shining metal, he giddily pulled a matching dainty chain from beneath his shirt, showing off his own.

"So we match." It was a subtle way to keep his possessive urges in check. Plus the way you lit up when he put it on was reason enough on it's own.

Caspian made a habit of racing to get out before you so he could hold the door open as you exited his sleek black car. He gave his keys to the valet with a finesse that seemed practiced and immediately slipped a large hand around your waist, his grip tightened subconsciously searched for the harpy's. The group appeared in no time squealing in what he deemed was a fake display of excitement.

"You came!! You're such a lifesaver (y/n)! What would we do without you huh?" He didn't bother listening to her name so he didn't exactly who had their disgusting arms around you despite your obvious discomfort. You giggled gently taking them off your shoulders and started to respond before another cut you off, "You didn't tell us you were bringing such a fine plus one- hi I'm Sandy." She held a hand out for him to take which he simply waved at.

"Caspian, and I'm her boyfriend actually." He didn't even try to hide his displeasure at her choice of words. "My mistake." She said in a sultry manner, her hands placed on her chest in mock sympathy.

His fist tightened before he made a move to hold your hand. "Ready honey?" He kissed the back of your hand as the group went for the door, not even bothering to wait for the two of you. "As I'll ever be." You responded, trying to breathe through the sudden onslaught of anxiety. He made sure to press kiss the side of you head as you two entered the dark club.

He fell for your kindness but damn did you give it to the wrong people.

At first things were as good as could be, you and Caspian wrapped up with each other in a darkened booth, him whispering sweet nothings against your skin, he was having a perfectly wonderful time until about an hour in, two of the women he didn't bother introducing himself to had randomly appeared out of nowhere and pulled you from his arms out on the dance floor. He pouted to himself before he caught the genuine smile on your face, he'd endure anything to keep it there. After a while the three of you trotted off to where he assumed the bathroom was, much to his displeasure. Just as he was about to whip out his phone to see exactly where you were, he caught sight of someone coming towards him.

His irritation only grew as Sandy sauntered her way up to Caspian with confidence, two drinks in hand. "You look like a whiskey guy." She slid the cup over with skill and sat on the table before him. Her finger danced around the rim of her glass and he couldn't help but gape, was this bitch foreal right now? He could laugh at the audacity but instead he pushed the drink back towards her.

"I'm not." She huffed playfully at him, as if he'd told a joke and knocked back the glass with an exaggerated moan of appreciation, knowing damn well the cheap shot tasted like gasoline. His heart began to pound in anger as he searched the crowd for you.

"Okayy well do you dance big guy?" She leaned across the table to give him a full view of her chest, the delicate bat of her lashes always got her what she wanted, so you could imagine her surprise when he stood up to his full height, nearly knocking her over with the speed. "I sure do, with my girl." He didn't try to mask his distain for the woman who claimed to be your friend.

Her embarrassment wasn't enough to stop her in her quest though, "What she don't know won't hurt her- c'mon my girls have her attention for as long as we need." She wrapped her arms around his midsection from behind with surprising speed, it felt like broken glass and salt everywhere she touched. His face twisted into a snarl as he ripped her hands from his body, all but throwing himself away from her shocked form.

"You're disgusting- what kind of woman throws herself at a taken man? Her so called friend at that?" Sandy's face fell with every venomous word he spat, not at all prepared for the man before her.

"I'll tell you what kind of person does that. A miserable one. One that could disa-fuckin-ppear and the world would be better." With every word her body seemed to shrink in on itself. "You're lucky she didn't see that shit you just pulled- if she so much as thinks I'm skeevin' cuz a cheap thing like you I swear on everything I love it'll be the last mistake you make. Are we clear? " His tone left no room for arguing, that paired with the mean ass sneer had the teary eyed nuisance nodding her head wordlessly and before she could speed walk away he grabbed her forearm in a vice, "Matter of fact this is gonna be the last time you or any one of those wastes of spaces you call friends bothers my baby again- lose her number. Fast." He made a point to wipe his hand on his pants after he released her. Cas felt somewhat better at the sight of the woman's misery but his blood was still boiling.

His eyes searched for you desperately, his pulse only calming once he spotted your happy form bouncing over to him from the crowd. "This place is amazing Cas! The bathroom was so boujie I had to take like a million pictures- I didn't make you wait too long right?" He smiled down at you, leaning against the back of the booth, he pulled you into his chest with a content hum. "You're worth any wait honey, also I want those pics, I need a new wallpaper."

The sweet moment would be ruined when he caught sight of the hag you called friend glaring at your back. His gaze would sharpen before he returned his attention to who mattered most.

He'd burn you in place with his stare, the sudden intense look had your knees shaking, you knew that look, it was almost always followed by a few rounds on whatever available surface was closest. His adrenaline still pumping, he gently grabbed the nape of your neck and pulled you into a searing kiss, the kinda kiss that was always followed by trouble.

After a few seconds you pulled back just a bit, intending to question the sudden PDA but he didn't give you a chance, after fighting his way in, he sucked long and hard on your tongue, moaning into the kiss like a pornstar, the fingers not playing with your hair snaked their way down to grab a handful of ass, grinding his growing bulge into your core had the both of you letting out the softest moans. "Fuck- what's gotten into you Cas?" You giggled against his panting mouth, visibly flustered, he licked a stripe across your bottom lip causing your exposed skin to flare with goosebumps.

"Just showing everyone here they can look-" A hand gently lifted your chin, his stare holding you in place, "but only I get to touch." He leaned down to trail searing kisses into your neck, glaring at the still embarrassed woman watching the two of you.

Like a dog marking his territory he began to nip and suck at the spot just below your neck. Your giggles and little whines being the only thing holding him back from tearing into that woman who after all she'd done had the nerve to still be in the same room as you two, you suddenly pulled away to look him in the eye.

"C'mon you horndog, let's get outta here before you try to fuck me on the dance floor." You joked tugging him towards the door.

"Hear me out-"

"Absolutely not."

#yananswers #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x y/n #anon submission #caspian delmont #yandere oc caspian #yandere oc x reader #my oc #caspian delmomt x reader #caspian x reader #caspian demonte

[mittensmorgul]

this exchange from 11.20 explains every last one of chuck's motivations in s15 (and in the entire series, honestly)

METATRON: You want to sell the best-selling autobiography of all time? You explain to me – Tell me why you abandoned me. Us.

CHUCK: Because you disappointed me. You all disappointed me.

METATRON: (Stands up and looks at CHUCK with wet eyes.) No, look. I know I'm a disappointment, but you're wrong about humanity. They are your greatest creation because they're better than you are.

It rankles, because it's TRUE. Because Chuck might've pushed the Go Button on creation, may have nudged it here and there at his whims, but I'm still not sure he intended to "create" free will. And it's almost like his "punishments" for "disobedience" to his narrative are specifically tailored to try and crush any hope or art or dreams or love out of humanity. Because those are not just things that are "human" things as Hannah once told Cas, but specifically the things that make humanity better than Chuck himself. Because it took *humans* to invent them. Chuck just took them for himself, and never actually understood or *learned* from any of it.

Metatron *did* learn. We all know Cas learned. Later on, Anael will begin to learn. Even Amara dove headfirst into the wonder and experience of creation after forgiving Chuck for locking her away. But Chuck? He never has to face himself that way. He never relents or repents or grows or changes, just finds new and innovative ways to put his characters into situations to punish them for their supposed failure. And then turns it around on them and blames HIS issues on anyone and everyone else, as if that was proof of his thesis.

And he couldn't get his "win" until he could convince his characters to just stop fighting back.

(and 15.19 was proof of concept)

#spn 11.20 #chuck's process #chuck won #spn 15.19 #sorry i just saw don't call me shurley on the tnt loop and i am still Going Through It lololol #spiders georg of the tnt loop

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Dean Winchester and the Belly Button Piercing

Author: Trenchcoat_Paradigm

Artist: Callion

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean Winchester / Castiel Sam Winchester / Eileen Leahy Dean Winchester / Female OC

Length: 21000

Warnings: N/A

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pericings, Dean Winchester has his Belly Button Pierced (and Sammy doesn't know), Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Porn with Plot, Openly Bisexual Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester is a tease, Castiel doesn't understand flirting, Idiots in Love.

Posting Date: October 31, 2023

Summary: Dean Winchester was 23 when he got his belly button pierced.  It was during a time in his life when everything felt like it was in turmoil (long before he even really knew what his life being in turmoil truly meant). He never intended to go out and get any piercings —his father would have never allowed it. And for 20-something years it had been his best-kept secret… that was until one faithful night when a hunt went wrong and his best friend had to swoop in and help patch him up catching an eye full of his elusive secret.  Castiel infatuation with his best friend took a dangerous turn that night (not that he wasn’t already treading treacherous waters with his feelings toward the man). He had already known that Dean had a piercing but he had no idea it was still functional, and equally had no idea that a piece of jewellery, Dean’s own slice of quiet rebellion, would have such a profound effect on him. The now Castiel can’t help but want and with his fading grace is doing very little in hiding his… indiscretions, the idea of it slowly drove him insane. And what makes it worse… Castiel is certain Dean is doing it on purpose. 

Excerpt: Castiel’s stare lingered on his navel, wide cartoonish eyes that glinted in the moonlight making the blue in them all that more striking. The shadow of his Adam’s apple bobbed with a swallow as his plush —but chapped— lips parted in a silent gasp. A look that had all the heat in his body fly straight to his face. He wouldn’t have admitted it at the time, not till many many years later when other eyes lay upon the small metal bar that he enjoyed the attention it got. Cassie, Lisa, and his plethora of one-night stands all seemed to get a kick out of it. Hell, even that night when Trey first laid eyes on it and stirred something deep in Dean that took him years of uncovering his own identity to really appreciate. But they were all blown out of the water by the way Cas’s stare lingered on him. An idea that less than a year ago would have terrified him, but now; Dean liked it. Welcomed it. Another one of Dean Winchester's greatest ‘best-kept secrets’ was the fact he had been crushing hard on his best friend for years, and in all that time he had never once seen that look on his face. Something that sat awkwardly between shock and awe, and maybe (Dean secretly hoped) something a little more. Impossible he’s certain of it, Cas has never said or suggested anything that would make Dean think otherwise, other than his weird thing with Meg and that damn reaper, he’s fairly certain Cas would never be interested in anything of the sort, especially not with him. Plus, Dean wasn’t going to be the one to screw up the best thing that ever happened to him over sex. The idea of that alone sent a low fire deep in his gut, a warmth that spread through his entire body and was more than likely making home in his cheeks with a deep blush. It was just a crush, really was no big deal. But if the guy keeps looking at him like that, it just might become one. “Dean? Cas?” Sam’s voice echoed around the vast space, starling Dean out of his fixation and autopiloting his response; “We're over here!” He shoved his shirt down his body hiding away his piercing and swiped up his machete that lay idle on the floor beside him. “Not a word about this to Sam. Okay?” he added with a sharp whisper as Castiel seemed to shake out of whatever trance he had been in. Blinking owlishly before nodding silently and rising to stand alongside Dean.

DCBB 2023 Posting Schedule

#dcbb 2023 #fic preview #2023 promo #deancas #destiel

[castiel-left-his-mark-on-me]

What I hope they're doing-- and what it sort of seems like they're doing on The Winchesters, as far as John and Mary's "love story" goes, is purposely shape it in the same way that Supernatural accidentally shaped Dean and Cas's.

I think that's the only way it can really make sense.

The John we're meeting in the prequel is quiet-- considerate, yet curious and headstrong. He's a little nervous about "breaking rank" from the expectations that surround him, but as soon as he collides with Mary (literally) then he's emboldened to start down a new path. Sure-- he has his own motives. He has his own plans, but Mary is the pleasantly unexpected hitch in them; so he rearranges his plans in order to make room for her.

And isn't that exactly what Castiel did?

Dean Winchester was never supposed to be anything other than a tool he wielded in the name of heaven; but then they collided-- Dean stabbed him, punched him, shot him with every gun he had, and Castiel looked past it all and just saw a man. A wonderfully courageous man. So, out went heaven's plans. Out went his divine duty-- mostly ... and thus began the angel's constant struggle with "right and wrong".

Dean's rights and heaven's wrongs.

And Dean of course, got blindsided by all this too. He was immediately taken by the angel; and the more time they spent together, the more he unknowingly came to depend on Castiel-- until the idea of losing him would drive him literally insane. Losing Cas made him tortured and brutal and suicidal and relentless.

He would risk Benny's life just to save Cas from purgatory.

He would risk himself just to break Cas free from Naomi.

Time and time again, he threw just about everyone and everything to the wolves in order to keep Cas at his side ... and we all saw it for what it was-- love.

So, wouldn't it make sense if John and Mary's love story was shaped in the same way? We already know how it ends. We already know how tortured, brutal, suicidal and relentless John became once Mary died.

The only difference was-- children were involved.

And of course, that should have changed things. He should have considered his boys before leaping headfirst into the hunting life; but in The Winchesters, I can see a lot of Dean in both young John and Mary. I can see his compassion and his drive and his devotion to family. John is already exhibiting so much of that, plus Sam's need to break free and try to change his own future. It's all colliding within himself and breaking him apart.

And then in walks Mary-- and she becomes a glue that can hold him together.

It's not perfect. They're not flawless.

John has his ghosts and his own trauma from his past, and that will inevitably rear its head just when things seem to be going well between them; but Mary gets him through it all. And so he wants to fight for Mary and keep her safe.

But just like when Dean lost Castiel at the hands of Lucifer-- when John loses Mary at the hands of the yellow eyed demon, he immediately loses himself too.

He breaks apart.

He becomes desperate for answers, for revenge, for a chance to change things ... and sadly, Dean and Sam get caught up in that wildfire of heartbreak and love.

It's not right, but if they want to make me understand how this young, sweet, goofy John Winchester could become the ruthless hunter that turns Sam and Dean into child soldiers, then I think they have to build up the love story slowly and purposefully, filled with all the flaws, and the back and forth, and the hard decisions that Dean and Castiel had to make too.

History in this case, needs to be written in order to then repeat itself in the connection between a righteous man and the angel who saved him.

We need to read that initial rough draft of the greatest love story ever told.

#The Winchester #spoilers #Destiel #Dean Winchester #Castiel #John Winchester #Mary Winchester #SPN

[restlessfandoming]

“keep your enemies close” (pt. 1) (chilumi fic)

Lumine wants to join The Fatui Harbingers. Childe does not like this, but he may have no other option.

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note: hey y’all. it’s been a while…ehe. sorry for the disappearance–life gets in the way sometimes ya know? anyways, i’ve been wanting to return to genshin for a while, and then that Harbinger reveal video dropped so now i am here HEEHEE. 

I am absolutely not caught up with any of the story/events since the end of the Inazuma arc (around Yae Miko’s release), so some information may be off lol. i am also pretty rusty with writing ;_; 

i know this concept has probably been hashed out a billion times, especially with the release of the new vid, but i just wanted to write itttttttt ;__; and rn i am honestly not too sure how long this will be owo

i hope you all will enjoy!

“keep your enemies close” (pt. 1)

“I want to become a Harbinger.” Of course, Lumine had mulled it over and over again, but she never expected the words to leave her mouth.

Childe stared blankly at her—and for a second, Lumine thought he didn’t hear her correctly—until he burst out laughing: boisterously, holding his sides, and wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. 

“You have such an odd sense of humor,” he said in-between inhales of breath. “It’s a good thing I find you funny.”

Lumine frowned. “It wasn’t a joke, Childe.” 

He blinked, smile falling, the lines of his face becoming taut. “That better be another joke, comrade.”   

“I assure you, it is not,” she reiterated. 

After the events of Inazuma, and witnessing, yet again, the unraveling of Fatui plans, Lumine truly realized how far the Snezhnayan diplomats had sunk their teeth into every single nation. They had the connections and knowledge she needed, everything to find Aether again. She needed them to find out what was this “truth” Aether had spoken of, about the “war” they would have to fight before they could finally leave this world. 

Her brother had told her to continue traveling Teyvat, and with the Fatui established all throughout the land, she could do so easily if she was on their side. Not to mention it was becoming a real pain having the Fatui getting in the way of her travels every single time she moved forward; if she was a Harbinger, they couldn’t bother her any longer. 

And with the death of Signora, seeing how easily the Raiden Shogun disintegrated her with no mercy, Lumine was growing weary of The Seven. How Zhongli could never tell her what she needed to know, despite knowing she was desperate for information. How she always had to step in to help these Archons. These were all-powerful beings that needed a now significantly less powerful Traveler—someone who wasn’t even of their world—to help them with their issues? How could they be expected to look after their own land, their own people? So maybe Lumine could sympathize with the Harbingers’—The Tsaritsa’s—mission: to seize authority from these so-called gods, to take away their power they didn’t deserve. 

“You guys have a vacancy anyways, right?” Lumine continued. 

A glint in his eyes. “With thanks to you,” he said, his voice amused, though still with an underlying seriousness. “But that doesn’t mean you can just come and fill in for Signora.”

“You said once that I should join the Fatui. Why are you against it now?”

“Time changes things.” Childe glanced out the window of the teahouse room they were in. “And you were very adamant about staying away from the Fatui before. Why do you want to join now?” 

“Time changes things,” Lumine echoed. 

Childe looked back at her, his blue eyes twitching in amusement once more. “You do understand that the Harbingers aren’t the greatest fans of yours?”

Lumine scoffed. “I’m sure I would fit right in then. You all never got along in the first place.”

He snorted. “You’re not wrong.” He leaned in, just a bit. “Is this the only reason why you asked to meet?”

“You’re my only connection to the Harbingers, to the Tsaritsa. And we’re somewhat friendly, right?” she responded. “Can you help me?”

He held her gaze for a second. “Somewhat friendly…,” he murmured. Then, he stood up. “I can’t help you.” He started for the door.

“What?” Lumine shot up, rushing to Childe. “Why not?”

He looked down at her, his face uncharacteristically grim. “This wouldn’t end well for you. You don’t know the Harbingers like I do.”

“I can handle myself.”

A small chuckle. “I know.”

“Then let me in.” 

Childe sighed. “The answer is no. I’m sorry, Lumine.” 

She stood in place, watching Childe exit the teahouse, too shocked to move. 

She had honestly expected him to say yes, to enthusiastically accept, and whisk her off to Snezhnaya straight away to join their ranks. 

Why did he say no? 

* * *

Childe was glad Lumine wasn’t here. 

Well, he was never glad when she wasn’t around.

But staring at his fellow harbingers around him now, feeling the absolute poison radiating from them merely standing there, he was completely convinced his denial of Lumine’s request was the right call. 

All day, all the time, he was surrounded by darkness, deceit, death—and Lumine was none of those. She was like a little light in his life, something he didn’t think he would find in any one other than his family. Maybe that’s why he felt the need to protect her. 

So no, he wouldn’t let her be corrupted, not like he was. She was good, he was bad; and he would keep it that way—

“Tartaglia,” Pierro’s voice boomed, shaking Childe from his thoughts. 

He cleared his throat. “Yes, Pierro?” 

“He had asked you of your findings in Inazuma,” Arlecchino sighed. “We are discussing important matters, and here you are daydreaming.”

“Tch. How incompetent,” Sandrone muttered. Childe narrowed his eyes at her. 

“Enough,” Pierro said. “I did not ask for all this fodder—only for information of The Balladeer’s whereabouts.” 

Childe exhaled his frustration. “Nothing. There isn’t a single trace of him anywhere in Inazuma.” 

“Perhaps he has left Inazuma then,” Capitano suggested. “What could possibly be his goal?”

“He would not have left Inazuma,” Dottore countered. He swished the vial of glowing liquid in his hand. “He had long yearned for the Raiden’s Gnosis. One can only assume he desires to overtake his creator—to become the Electro Archon himself.”

Sandrone rolled her eyes. “Good riddance. We do not need self-serving traitors in our midst.”

Pulcinella cleared his throat. “Even if you did not enjoy his company, we still must find him; he possesses a great asset: a Gnosis our Tsaritsa needs.”

“Shall I go to Inazuma in Tartaglia’s stead?” Columbina nearly sang; a smile stretched across her lips. “I would find Scaramouche in no time.” 

The thought of Columbina coming across Lumine set Childe’s gut ablaze. “No,” he said, perhaps a little too quickly. “I will find him.”

“Do try not to level an entire city this time,” Pantalone interjected. “Your mistakes in Liyue were costly ones, and I may not be so merciful next time.” 

“If Signora had just told me what was happening then maybe that wouldn’t have happened.” Childe’s jaw tightened. “All those lies. And look what it caused,” he added bitterly. 

“You may not agree with Signora’s methods,” Arlecchino glared at Childe, “but she got what she was after—Morax’s Gnosis. You, on the other hand, were too busy being beaten by that Traveler.”

Childe laughed darkly. “Need I remind you that Traveler also bested Signora, who you oh-so admire?” 

There was a moment of silence as each Harbinger thought of Signora’s untimely demise. 

Columbina hummed a small tune, as if in thought. “Hm, she seems to be a real thorn in our side.” Another smile. “I will take care of her, Pierro.” 

Childe’s mouth went dry. “Who? The Traveler?” No no no.

“Who else, you buffoon?” Sandrone scoffed. “You were just speaking of her.”

“I agree,” Capitano said. “She is hindering Her Majesty’s plans. She must be dealt with.” 

NO! Childe’s heart hammered away furiously in his chest. Once it was decided Lumine was to be killed, his comrades would do everything in their power to make it happen. I have to stop this. But how? What can I do—

“Is something the matter, Childe?” Dottore inquired. He had stopped spinning his vial. “Your heart rate seems to have increased significantly.” 

All of the Harbingers had their eyes on Childe. He swore he heard the blood rushing from his head. I need to think of something, ANYTHING.

“I don’t agree.” The words had slipped out of his mouth. His mind was at a loss. I have to protect her.

“So what?” Arlecchino sneered. “Your opinion doesn’t matter. If the rest of us want her dead, then she will be killed—”

“Childe is just as much a Harbinger as you are, Arlecchino,” Pulcinella interrupted. “His opinion does matter.” He turned his gaze to Childe. “Why are you against eliminating this Traveler, Tartaglia?”

There was one way to get out of this. Lumine was right, there was a vacancy in their ranks, and the Tsaritsa was always looking for worthy warriors to serve her. This would save her. Please.

Childe took in a shaky breath. 

“I think the Traveler should become a Harbinger.” 

… 

The room was silent once again. 

…

Then, the Harbingers broke out into a chorus of voices.

“Are you insane? She killed Signora and you want her here?” Arlecchino growled. 

Capitano nodded. “She cannot be trusted.”

“Well, she does seem like a powerful asset to have,” Pantalone mused. 

“And her powers and strength grow with each passing day,” Dottore said. “Somehow…”

“And what makes you think she even wants to join us?” Sandrone questioned. “She considers us her enemies, hence her constantly thwarting our plans.” 

Columbina tilted her head. “The Traveler on our side? How very interesting…”

“Silence,” Pierro commanded. He stared down Childe, his blue eye aglow. “Are you personally recruiting this Traveler? Without the approval of the Tsaritsa?”

“I am. Just like how you recruited Dottore, Pantalone, Signora…and Scaramouche,” Childe said, “Who, as we all know, actually did betray us.”

Even without a change in his expression, Childe knew Pierro was unhappy with his remark. But he needed any leverage he could get, anything to keep Lumine alive. 

“Perhaps we can bring her here. See this Traveler for ourselves,” Pulcinella said. “Grant an audience with her and the Tsaritsa. Her Majesty will know right away if the Traveler is to be trusted.”

“But Pierro’s recruits—” Childe started. 

“Are a different story,” Pulcinella interjected. “None of his recruits had done anything worthy of suspicion at that time. This Traveler, on the other hand, has continuously halted various operations of ours, slain countless Fatui members, and caused the downfall of Signora.” 

“It’s a wonder we let her live this long,” Arlecchino mumbled. 

“Pulcinella is right,” Capitano said. “Her Majesty will know exactly what to do with this Traveler.” 

“Her Majesty knows all,” Pierro echoed. “Tartaglia, you will bring the Traveler here at once—to let her fate be decided by our great Tsaritsa.” 

Childe nodded, suppressing the urge to smile. He did it. Lumine would live to see another day. 

But the worry didn’t subside from his chest. Yes, she would live, but for how much longer? He glanced at his fellow Harbingers—all bloodthirsty in their own ways. How long until they devoured her?

He had bought her some time, but now, Childe would have to bring Lumine to these demons. 

A rabbit straight into a wolf’s den. 

* * *

[part 2]

#genshin fic #genshin childe #genshin lumine #chilumi

[winterlogysblog]

FAIRY TAIL FANFIC

Title: Cirencester

Summary: A small town, a simple mission, what could go wrong?

Character/s: Greige Fullbuster

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"This one isn't too hard," Nasha said, waving the flyer in front of her teammates.

Justin took the piece of paper. The job is to catch robbers that have been stealing precious and valuable items from the citizens of the town of Cirencester.

"It's not bad and the payment can be easily split between the three of us," Greige commented, leaning in to take a good look at the flyer.

"Then what are we waiting for, let's go!!" Nasha cheered.

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The town is incredibly lively and the people are really nice as well, the group started investigating to simply collect some information about the robberies to figure out if there is a pattern of some sort. Everything is going smoothly until they enter a specific house.

The house is a small cabin and an elderly couple lives in it. The group greeted the couple before being invited inside. Greige noticed a small teru teru bozu doll hanging by the doorframe he smiled and gave it a little nudge.

"So, the items that are stolen from you, what are they?" Justin asked.

"My spellbook, my wife's jewelry box, and a box filled with junk, to be honest, that last item really doesn't matter." The old man said however, his wife seems rather hurt by his words.

"A spellbook you say," Nasha said.

The old man nodded, "When I was your age I too am a Wizard, I was planning on selling the spellbook to an auction of some sort."

"The robbery happened at night, I heard some rustling, I went back to check but there's nothing like they disappeared immediately."

"I see." Justin nodded. "No need to worry, we'll get your items back."

"That would be very appreciated." The old man nodded.

The group was about to leave when it suddenly started raining heavily.

The old man grumbled a bit, seemingly not liking the rain one bit before going over to the kitchen to brew some tea.

"The box my husband talked about." The old lady suddenly spoke.

"The one filled with junk," Nasha said. "I was actually curious why the robbers even took it."

"That box was my daughter's that box is the only thing I have of her. I need it back."

"Well, calling it junk is a bit harsh." Nasha huffed.

"My husband, he never viewed her as his own." The old lady lowered her head.

"Damn, and here I thought that the old man is really sweet," Greige said.

"But, where is she now?" Nasha asked.

"She's dead." The old man's voice suddenly returned.

"That girl is a disgrace to all water mages everywhere."

"Hey, Greige you're a water mage maybe you know her." Nasha giggled.

"That's not how it works." Greige rolled his eyes.

"Water mages are rare." The old man said. "Because with water magic one must have full control over it while giving the element its freedom. Not everyone has that ability."

"Huh?" Nasha tilted her head in confusion.

"My mother actually says the same thing," Greige said.

"Well, your mother sounds like she's quite an impeccable wizard." The old man said.

Greige giggled. "I don't mean to brag but she's the greatest one out there."

Nasha rolled her eyes. "Mama's boy."

"You kids, stay here for a bit until the rain stops." The old man said.

"No need, Greige can fix it." Nasha said proudly.

"No, I can't." Greige retorted. "Way too advanced for me."

"But you can make it rain, surely you can stop it."

"Making it rain and stopping the rain are two different things." Greige pointed out. "Granted I can stop the rain that I created but stopping a natural downpour is really difficult."

"You kids are welcome to stay here for the time being, we don't mind." The old lady said.

"Thank you... Mrs..." Greige smiled.

"Vivian and this is my husband Rafael."

The group stayed indoors for a while waiting for the rain to end, once its time to leave the group bid the old couple goodbye and continued with their investigation and ended up pinpointing a specific time when the robberies were taking place, they scouted the area and just as predicted the robbers came right on schedule. The group beat them up easily and demanded to take them to their base.

Once they reached the location the group tied up the robbers and grabbed all the stolen goods and brought it all back to the city where the robbers are rightfully punished.

The group also helped the citizens separate the goods to give back to their rightful owners, however, one item, in particular, took Justin's interest.

"Greige, I think you need to see this." Justin gave the box over to his friend.

Greige looked at the box and traced his fingers at the words engraved in it.

Property of Juvia Lockser

Greige felt like he stopped breathing for a second. Nasha and Justin looked at him with worried eyes. He looked back at the box, he needed clarification on why this item was there.

"I asked around and apparently this box belongs to Mrs. Vivian," Justin said.

"Does that mean?" Nasha turned over to Greige who looked like he was in deep shock.

"I believe so." Justin nodded.

Greige took and deep breath and stepped back a bit.

"Are you okay?" The old lady asked.

"Yeah." Greige licked his dried lips.

His brain is filled with thoughts that he can barely explain, his mind is a wreck, and he doesn't know what to think or feel about the situation.

He has always thought that his mother was an orphan as a child, but now, here he is faced with the fact that he just met his grandparents. He doesn't want to believe it, he really doesn't but it seems like he doesn't have a choice but to accept it.

Negative emotions stirred within him, it doesn't take a genius to realize that the old man hated his mother for the same reason as everybody else.

"So, what now?" Nasha asked.

"We'll just bring this back to them, there's a reason mom left this thing behind," Greige spoke with an unusually cold tone.

"Aren't you even a little bit curious about what's inside?" Justin asked.

"A little," Greige answered honestly.

"Let's take a peek then." Nasha unlocked the box and opened it. "The contents are just a bunch of letters and a family picture.

"Awww, she's so cute with that little hairstyle." Nasha giggled.

Greige rummaged through the letters, and upon observation, he noticed that these letters were written by his mother to herself, through these she expressed her deepest thoughts. He learned that through time because of how the people around her treated her and her own father as well, she decided to leave everything behind and swore to never come back.

"Okay, Mr. Rafael isn't that nice of an old man after all," Nasha commented.

"So, what are you gonna do now?" Nasha asked Greige.

"Are you gonna tell them?" Justin asked.

"I don't think so?" Greige sighed. "Mom wants to leave all of this behind her, to rot in history forever."

"Damn, I never expected your mom to hold this much of a grudge," Nasha said.

"It best if we don't tell them anything."

------

"Thank you so much for bringing this back." Vivian smiled, holding the box in her hand.

Rafael completely ignored this and approached Greige.

"Young man, I would like you to have this."

Greige tilted his head in confusion.

"You're an exceptional wizard it seems, at my age, this spellbook is useless to me, for a wizard such as yourself, please take it, it'll be an honor."

Greige sighed. "I apologize but I must decline as I said before, my mother is the greatest water mage I've met, I might be biased since I'm her son but I assure you that she has already mastered everything inside that spellbook so I won't need it."

"Young man, this spellbook is written by my own hands, I doubt she has mastered everything in this, no matter how talented she is," Rafael said.

"I've looked through that spellbook myself when we retrieved it and I can assure you that my mother has knowledge of it."

"But how is that possible?"

"Maybe you've met her before, Lockser is a pretty familiar name to me." Greige smiled before leaving.

"But, the only person I taught magic to was my daughter," Rafael whispered.

------

"What happened to not saying anything?"

"Sorry, I can't help myself," Greige smirked.

#fairy tail #fairy tail fanfic #fairy tail fanfiction #fairy tail next generation #fairy tail next gen #nasha dragneel #griege fullbuster #justin fernandez #technically #gruvia

[zmediaoutlet]

would you be interested in ever writing an unrequited destiel fic? (With wincest obvs, for the drama) if not - what are your thoughts on that?

I mean, yeah! Unrequited destiel is the best kind! But in that, obv I would go with the canon option of pining!Cas with a Dean who...

...here's the thing. I really like Dean as heteroflexible in the ways I've mentioned before -- regardless of how Jensen started to get increasingly shrill about how DEAN IS STRAIGHT (and who can blame him, considering the shit he was dealing with from Those People), it's trivially easy to insert something a little less straightforward (eh? eh?) in canon-as-presented. Like. Extremely easy, lol. The bi!truthers aren't exactly wrong, they're just... assholes.

With that said, though, I really like Dean definitely not reciprocating with Cas. Like, even with a Deanna where it would be 'obvious' for them to bone, I want it not to happen. And the reason why is -- PINING CAS IS SO FUCKIN GOOD. Whyyy would I ever want to get rid of that for some thin bone sesh?

There are a few times where a consummation does feel possible -- early s5 being obvious when Dean and Sam are separated; maybe with human!Cas in mid-s9, where Dean's so guilty about Sam and Cas is so pathetic, lol. But Dean's always looking away, back to Sam, and Cas knows for 100% definitely-certain true that Sam is always going to be Dean's priority number one. And Cas is pretty pathetic at a few points and he might really take sloppy seconds just to have anything at all, but --

I know it became a meme, but in isolation I really love the confession scene in 15.18. I think that Cas really believes that Dean's best feature is his capacity for love, and he knows that Dean's greatest love is reserved for Sam, and he finds that genuinely beautiful. Like -- it's the thing he loves best about Dean. He doesn't actually want to interfere with that. And for Dean -- Jensen's choices in that scene were really amazing. It's shock but not shock, surprise that it's being said but not that it's true. Like oh -- don't, because this has always been lurking between them but if it was never said then it never had to be acknowledged as something that would hurt. Because Dean's not going to reciprocate, but Cas is his friend (...occasionally), and this -- changes things. Of course, then Cas dies. So not really a change, after all.

My absolute favorite fic on this subject is a tiny thing by serricoj, which I think I've recced like... ten times. Anything I wrote would be somewhat copying that, lol. But the sense in that fic that a door is open, it could be, but it will never be walked through -- that's what I'd write. Kind of cruel, kind of bittersweet. Something to hope for, anyway. Poor Cas.

#answers #pining!cas

[queenelleee]

Relationship: Oikawa Tooru x gn!reader

Summary: Oikawa Tooru never planned celebrating his birthday in a busy and chaotic airport until a stranger made him realize that he doesn’t have to celebrate his birthday alone, after all.

Content: fluff and a lil’ bit of angst

Word Count: 1.5k words

From Elle: I deleted the first one coz I can’t see them in the tags. So, I’m sorry for those who reblogged this before. Tōru comforting the reader was self-indulging since I will also be flying to my mom’s province after 3 years of being stuck in the city. After months of being in a writing slump, I finally had the time to write again because of school break woohoooo. So, I hope you enjoy reading this guys!

For his 28th birthday, Oikawa Tōru originally planned to celebrate his birthday in Japan. Being in Argentina for almost half his life has its great and lonely times. So, he decided to return to the country he left for nearly 10 years to finally meet his family, friends, and former teammates.

Except his flight got delayed because of some reasons. Now, he is stuck in the airport with no one to talk to – it’s nighttime in Japan, so his family and friends are asleep, and his CA San Juan teammates also have personal agendas.

“I guess I’ll be celebrating my birthday alone. Again.” Tōru smiles bitterly. From the perspective of other people, Oikawa Tōru is the man living the best life the world has to offer. His setting skills made him the starting setter for San Juan and the National Team. His handsome and charming demeanor earned him a massive fanbase from many women internationally and many sponsors to generate money. Lastly, he’s got a lovely house with a nice view of the majestic Argentinian coastline. What more can he wish for, right?

But boy, were they all wrong. While it’s true that one of a person’s greatest drives is to belong, and alongside that deep drive is another human desire for growth, there comes a time when the natural progression of development moves us to stand taller than the rest.

Suddenly, Oikawa Tōru stops fitting in. People started looking up to him, wanting him to be always at his best because he is the epitome of a picture-perfect personality. Do know that he is grateful for all the success he has. They were all fruits of his labor, after all. But sometimes, what we see in other people is only the façade that masks the struggles within ourselves.

While it’s great to stand out from the rest, we also lose something – standing out too much loses our ability to relate to the people we once belonged to. Little did they know that their expectations from him are weighing him down, and Oikawa is afraid of the time when it finally consumes him.

Oikawa slaps his face to stop him from his thoughts. He’ll just have to watch previous volleyball matches or his favorite telenovela to pass the time. He wasn’t fully absorbed with what he was watching when he noticed the person beside him getting anxious from their seat. Both feet are anxiously tapping on the floor, and their hands are fidgeting on their lap. Oikawa wanted to return to watching videos, but he couldn’t really focus when you looked like a worm whose body was thrown in salt.

You knew the guy beside you was starting to get restless because you were fidgeting. You wanted to apologize, but your anxiety during flights is getting the best of you. It’s not like you’re aerophobic, but the “worst turbulence” video you watched on YouTube the other day did not help calm yourself.

“Curse me for doing this to myself.” You thought.

“First time flying?” the guy beside you asked. Handsome is an understatement. Ethereal. That would be the best to describe the man. You first noticed the brown orbs looking both curious and worried about you. They share the same color with his shiny and soft brown locks. You suddenly wanted to weave your fingers through them. Get a hold of yourself, y/n.

“N-no! I’m just nervous during flights. I don’t have a fear of flying, but I was overthinking the worst possible scenarios.” You tried to laugh it off, but it turned out shaky and breathless.

“I know that feeling. I was once like that when I first came here.” The guy stared at you for a minute and held out his hand, “I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Oikawa Tōru.”

You reached for his hand, “I’m y/n l/n. It’s nice to meet you.”

“So, y/n, where are you headed to, and why did you watch those kinds of videos in the first place?”

His lips are turned upward. His eyes bore on you like he wants to know you, captivating you.

You feel yourself relax – hands stopped shaking, and feet stopped bouncing anxiously on the floor. Maybe, you realized, you just needed someone to talk to.

So, you started talking to Oikawa.

♡  

Getting to know one another is like reading an open book. You learned about Oikawa and his life in Japan, why he went to Argentina, and why he is returning to Japan again. Oikawa learned about you and your life, how you wanted to spoil yourself for all the hard work - that’s why you’re in Argentina. It was easy talking to him; he has such a calm and easy-going nature. One second, you two were somehow seriously talking about life; the next, both of you are wheezing from the funny and embarrassing moments you experienced. And when you brought up going to Japan as your next travel stop, Oikawa was shrieking because you’re on the same flight. Both of you didn’t mind the stares from other people, especially when you both realized that you felt safe and belonged.

“Wait a sec, I just have to go somewhere. I’ll be right back!” you told Oikawa. You left the astounded guy on the seat and dash your way to the stores. During your stay in Argentina, Oikawa has been almost everywhere – from magazines to posters to national television. When you came across a highlight of one of Argentina’s latest volleyball matches, you thought that he is cocky and arrogant but after everything you learned about him, you realized that Oikawa Tōru is not just a pretty face with great setting skills. He is passionate and dedicated. He may be intimidating on the court but outside of it he is soft, and funny, and he cares a lot for his teammates and the people he loves. You feel warm and honored. Of all people that Argentina’s infamous setter has to share his life story, it had to be you. All of your assumptions and prejudice about him were wrong and a part of you wants to know him more.

You want to get past the façade that most people only see and wished that people would stop putting pressure and too much expectations on him.

Of course, with the many details about that he told, you made sure you did not miss the most important one. You snapped your head when an announcement was made about your flight. So, you hurriedly searched through different shops for a cake or something that says “Happy Birthday!” You know there are still things you don’t know about the guy you just met, but you don’t want him not celebrating his special day today.

When you can’t find a cake (just pretend there isn’t one XD), so you opt to buy a cupcake decorated with light blue icing with sprinkles and a mini candle. You returned to where the both of you were seated, almost running out of breath.

“What took you so long y/n-chan? I almost thought you weren’t coming back anymore. We’re about to board our flight in 30 minutes.” He says while pouting. He was joking. He knows you’ll come back because your things are there.

But him being too comfortable around you, he starts showing you his dramatic ass.

After your breathing had been steadied, you seated yourself next to him and opened the little box of a cupcake, and stuck the mini candle at the very center. “I’m sorry, Oikawa. I tried searching everywhere, but this is all I came up with. Just pretend the candle is lit while making your wish.”

Oikawa Tōru’s heart wanted to burst. He even felt tears starting to form on the side of his eyes. Warmth and genuineness - that’s all he’s feeling right now, all he’s asking for. Something that his fame cannot give. And from all the people, he has to experience this from someone he had just met.

Oikawa closed his eyes and intertwined his hands just like while praying. Muttering silent wishes and gratitude for the life he was given. All of this happened while you were softly whispering/singing “Happy Birthday” to him. He wanted to cry but decided not to do it at the airport. After making a wish, he blows the pretend lighted candle.

Both of you stared at each other. Somehow, getting lost in each other’s eyes. The hustling and bustling of people in the busy airport were muffled as if it were only the two of you in that place. Suddenly, a spark is igniting within Oikawa, slowly lighting up the dark thoughts and feelings. He knows it may take a while, but now there is hope.

“I hope that whatever you wished for comes true.” You spoke.

For the first time, Oikawa smiles with no pretense. He is genuinely happy that he is not celebrating his birthday alone. Unlike his previous birthdays, his wish wasn’t that demanding, but he made sure you were a part of it.

Oikawa beams at you and does his peace-sign pose. “Yeah, I’m going to work hard to ensure it does.”

Happy Birthday to my beloved, Oikawa Tooru!!!

#I'm sad mad tumblr really have to do the not working tags on Tooru's birthday #hmp hmp hmp #of all days #Oikawa Tooru #Oikawa #Oikawa headcanons #Oikawa x you #Oikawa x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #Oikawa x y/n #hq x you #hq x reader #Oikawa fluff #Oikawa angst #Haikyuu fluff #Haikyuu angst #Oikawa scenarios #Oikawa imagines #Oikawa Toru

[mlobsters]

supernatural s6e10 caged heat (teleplay: brett matthews, story: brett matthews and jenny klein)

crowley must have more screentime than cas at this point. it's a funny thing, having this vague idea of a character gleaned indirectly from fandom. definitely gave me the idea he was actually in the show more. i know i have more seasons ahead than behind me still but. just a funny thing

CROWLEY Sorry. But your exceptional good looks aren’t gonna buy you any mercy. I suggest you talk. What should we use next? Speculum? Or something more exotic?

know that i really do not like torture in shows (got big mad at s4e16 with the forcing dean to torture alastair) or sexual violence, but combined with torture here. ugh.* and threatening babies, i mean it's like a greatest hits of all the things i hate!

*i do not want to extrapolate this to anyone else who spent time in hell.

DEAN I mean, the only thing that’s really changed, is now I need a daily rape shower.

big sigh. and this theme just keeps going with meg showing up, of course.

how does this dilapidated falling apart house they're squatting in have power

*trying to scrape the braincells together to remember how they left things with not-so-bad-grandpa skinner* his motivation being crowley bringing back mary, really?

CASTIEL If the pizza man truly loves this babysitter, why does he keep slapping her rear? Perhaps she’s done something wrong.

DEAN You’re watching porn? Why?

CASTIEL It was there.

good answer, cas

DEAN You don’t watch porn in a room full of dudes. And you don’t talk about it. Just turn it off. [to Sam when Cas looks down at his lap] Well, now he’s got a boner.

<insert blinking dude gif>

SAMUEL This what you boys do, sit around watching pornos with angels?

CASTIEL We’re not supposed to talk about it.

see, in my little vague mental map of cas, i wasn't expecting him to be funny.

CASTIEL Why are we working with these abominations?

MEG Keep talking dirty. Makes my meatsuit all dewy.

writers, please.

so i knew there was some issues with sam not wanting his soul back, but i did not know the context of him overhearing dean and cas talking about how it would likely go wrong and cause sam massive pain and suffering.

and don't we all love when our loved ones go behind our back to talk about medical decisions for us. they better talk to sam about this, and soon.

...ok. obviously she was getting his weapon but even if he wanted to try out his newly acquired pizza man skills, doing it with "an abomination"?

DEAN Oh, I understand… that you’re a liar. You talk about putting blood first, which is funny ’cause you sound just like my dad. The difference is, he actually did.

SAMUEL I am putting blood first.

DEAN Oh, gimme a break!

SAMUEL Mary’s my blood! My daughter! Don’t come at me like I sold you out, Dean. You sold out your own mother. It was her or Sam, and you chose Sam, plain and simple.

DEAN Oh, that is such crap! You wanna know what really happened? You chose a demon over your own grandsons!

SAMUEL See it how you want. I don’t even know what Sam is. And you want me to protect him? And you? You’re a stranger. No, really, tell me: what exactly are you supposed to be to me?

DEAN I’ll tell you who I am. I’m the guy you never wanna see again. ’Cause I’ll make it out of here, trust me. And the next time you see me, I’ll be there to kill you.

(grasping at straws that it's some long con)

well that was awful. i'm not quite following the leap to full blown murdering grandpa, but ok. i also am not really vibing with this source of conflict, it feels really manufactured.

ugh. what the fuck is this. no, thank you. she's gorgeous but it's fucking bad enough we're doing torture again but let her KEEP HER FUCKING CLOTHES ON

the bone burning thing was... quick. his little face is in the group shot on netflix where they're all definitely older haha so obviously that wasn't that.

also wanna hear something silly, for the longest time i thought that picture was sam, dean, cas and DAD hah! i'm like, jdm has changed a lot but eh whatever, this is how many years later

DEAN You don’t even know what you’re saying.

SAM No, I’m saying something you don’t like. You obviously care, a lot. But I think maybe I’m better off without it.

DEAN You’re wrong. You don’t know how wrong you are.

SAM I’m not sure about that.

oh the wrong vs. saying something you don't like. so very salient, perennially

oh and since i made the comment about cas, crowley and screentime,

CROWLEY Castiel, haven’t seen you all season. You the cavalry now?

😐

since questioning sam wanting it came up like, 3 times this episode, i'm guessing getting his soul back is imminent. i'm sure that's gonna be another mess of consent. or lack thereof.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 6x10 #robosam #brett matthews #jenny klein

[cam-ulu29]

A gooey mess of Akrida lies sprawled across the Men of Letters table, limbs half torn off, flat mouth hanging open. Pink saliva drips off its teeth, steadily burning a hole in the floor.

“Dean…” Sam whispers. “Dean…what are you doing?”

John, younger than he’s ever seen him, looks shocked and green, the machete quivering in his hand. Mary isn’t doing much better.

A weird light shimmers in Dean’s glassy green eyes, matching the glare of the long knife in his hand. “I’m writing my own story, Sammy. Writing my own fucking story, like we swore we were gonna do, without Chuck, or Jack, or Cas, or anybody else telling us what to do.”

Sam takes a step back, shaking his head. “This isn’t your story. This isn’t yours to mess with, Dean. All this—”

“It’s mine to fix!” Dean shouts. “Everything that happened, happened because heaven wanted us! The demon deals, and the stupid ‘leaving hunting’ crap. I’m giving the story back to them, letting them write their own ending!”

Sam’s jaw is set, his eyes cold. “If you really had given them free will, they would never have even met. All you’re doing is taking over Heaven’s role in their lives.”

“I’m not. I’m not! They’re happier, Sam! You never saw them before, how they fought all the time. They couldn’t even stand to be in the same room most of the time. He didn’t love her, not until after she died. I couldn’t—Mom doesn’t deserve that kind of life, and she doesn’t deserve to die—he doesn’t—”

“A different story is not the same as free will. It’s just a different story.”

“Don’t we deserve better too, Sammy? Look at us—we beat fucking God and we still can’t catch a break. We’re still hunting, because we don’t know anything else. You deserve better. A wife, a real house. A cute puppy at least. We deserve better than to watch everyone we love die bloody!”

“Dean, I know you’re upset about Donna. But that was her choice, man, and you gotta respect that.”

“Fuck Donna and her choices! I deserve to happy! We should have never been hunters, or Jody, or Donna, or Claire. Heaven fucked up their lives when they fucked with our parents’ lives. I’m just fixing what Chuck did when he forced them into his story!”

“No, Dean, all you’re doing is forcing them to carry out your own story! Your own idea of what their lives should be! The price of our happiness is making our parents carry all the burdens that we already have? Dean, it’s not going to change what happened to us. We’re always going to have those scars. But I’m okay with who I am because of them.” Sam covers his face with one hand, close to tears. “Please, let’s just go home. Please, Dean. Time can’t be twisted like this. As soon as we leave, it’ll start melting back to its original form.” Sam gestures to John and Mary, watching the conversation with wide eyes. “They won’t remember any of this. We can just…go.”

There it is again, that strange glimmer in his eyes. “That was under Chuck’s rules, Sammy. Anything goes now.”

“Dean…”

Dean opens his right hand and holds it out. “We don’t bow to anything, Sam. Not even time.”

Sam’s eyes are glued to the gold circle nestled in his palm. “That watch. That fucking watch. Dean, Chuck made that just to mess with me. You have no idea what it might do. What it could be doing to you!”

“I’m fixing things. I’m making it better.”

“By summoning these Akrida? Letting them run rampant, kill who knows how many? Dean, that’s against everything we’ve ever fought for!”

Dean shakes his head. “The Akrida are just…well, it’s not like that. I’m trying to help our parents get the ending they deserve.”

“You are not God!” Sam screams. “There is no God! There is no story!”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Sammy.” A golden glow spreads up through Dean’s arm into his eyes. “Goodbye, Sam. I’ve got a story to tell—the greatest love story ever told.”

Dean looks him straight in his eyes and vows, “I’m doing this for you.”

#dean winchester #sam winchester #sam winchester in the winchesters #unhinged jackles #the winchesters #spn prequel #john winchester #jensen ackles unhinged #mary winchester #vague wincest vibes #fanfiction #supernatural season 16 #chuck won #the illusion of free will is the greatest horror story ever told #jensen critical #though i love him #this is what the winchesters is to me

[purplerocker-thesims]

The Hampton

Know as the lucky family, with a happy marriage and the oldest and riches within the town. Lord and lady Hampton! Well known for their generosity to charity and giving money to the community projects, such as the poor park and the local winery.

( first mistake - I forgot to make them married in CAS, so I had to use sim manipulated to make them married and make them married and have a good relationship.)

Daniel Hampton

Male adult - family

Traits: lucky, night owl, clumsy, light sleeper, great kisser

Born and raised with the proper edict, fully educated with arranged marriage. He had his life so perfect and so lucky. He doesn’t try and hid his slip-ups and mistakes with hard work. Overall, he’s an average high-class man with a slightly younger wife. He constantly shows his wife, affection and love, often attempting to have children any chances he has.

Annabella Hampton

Adult female - fortune

Traits: lucky (others shown later when I write them down)

She loves the money around her and is quite lucky she’s able to keep a luxurious lifestyle, which is, having breakfast with her husband, relaxing in the tea room reading a book while her maid plays the piano for her, rejecting Vincent Middleton or his wife from wanting to speak to her or her husband. She isn’t interested.

Afternoon tea with the maid and Ivanova Kinslow, before returning to bed with her husband. It was her life for many years. Ivanova was a lovely friend of hers and won’t mind donating money to her if she needed it.

Never too big on having children and for many years, pushed it to a side, until they were both emotionally ready to take care of another human and the only person they considered as their child was their maid.

merry Hamlet

Merry was once a quiet young girl in love with a man, she would die to protect him. Every day and night slept under the stairs, went hunting together, and lived off the land. She saw this mysterious man as the only person she had. With no family, no backup plans or friends, she held tightly on keeping him around. She dedicated her time tending to his wounds, fetching water, collecting berries, crafting tools and maintaining the horses. Yet, she never knew how to read or write, why would that matter when you lived in the wildest with the love of your life. The only person you are willing to sacrifice it all to keep and be with.

He expressed his compassion for her in special ways. Only ways a married couple expresses their dedication to each other. He did things that she wasn't taught about but learned from him to be with him. They committed the greatest sin of all. Woohoo before marriage, once in a while. Besides heresy, vagabondage, a few other various crimes, a few against the church. Never really having a family, no anyone who was around her as much he was, giving her attention, affection, love, even teaching her the most scandalous things to do before marriage, and yet she enjoyed it. If it was wrong why was it enjoyable. He was everything she needed and wanted and all she had. The only person that was truly there and some days she wonders if he’s really real.

Merry had insane daydreams of how their life would be perfect, how she and her lover would live that perfect life with a child keeping to their lifestyle. Their child that was growing. She couldn’t tell what was real to fantasy, believe that everything will be fine and that having a child was the most simplest and easiest things, based on all of the stories people say.

However, one night, in their travel wagon. Merry found herself alone, snuggled up warm with the shared blanket wrapped around her as if it was hers and hers alone. That was the thing. She was alone. Her lover was gone like that but his things were still around. Their idiots were still around them.

After a day or so, she began questioning herself. Was her lover real or just her imagination, having spoken to no one in months, maybe years but her lover. Time was gone. She couldn’t tell. It’s was only him and her. The person she been seeing and after a day, she questioned her own sanity.

Soon the time has came and the sudden pains of labour appeared for her baby and before she hit town. By time she did hit town, the baby was born and wasn’t really looking too well, dead? Maybe not but soon to be.

That was when she fell in front of a doorstep of The Hampton’s residence.

Lady Hampton saw her outside crying for help with the screams of a newborn baby and she could help herself but try and offer her assistance.

She and her husband brought Merry inside and rushed her to the Spare bedroom, where she was laid to rest for the night, while Annabelle took care and sent a message out to Mrs Kinslow.

Sadly, the baby didn’t make it, but Merry did and was toke in by the Hampton where they taught her how to read and write, how to properly cook, and how to be a proper woman. It’s was as if she had became their child. Despite not seeing them as parental figures or anything like that. She did see them as friends, people to trust and believe in.

Anytime the married couple display any affection to each other, she feels sick and tells them off for being such ways. It brought back too many memories and any of them she ponder at night if they were real.

Was it all in her mind? If so? Who’s baby did she have? If he was real, what happened to him? Where did he go? Did he abandon her after everything he said to her, after every beautiful tale of how their lives will be? Happy together. It all was too much and she went back to feeling as if she could be sick from the thoughts of him or the baby? She wanted a new life.

With the Hamptons.

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[mattinglyacevedo72]

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[wherethedeadneversleep]

Luke's Song

"Sam, Luke gave me these words to recite to Lucy. I want to run it by you first to see if she'd approve. I was dubious at first, but your son insisted this would be fine. It starts off like this: 'To the window, to the wall, till the sweat drop down my balls, till all these bitches crawl--"

Cas always talked a lot. That much hadn't changed about him over the years. Unless they were doing research or something similar, Sam often let Cas ramble on while he continued with his business. Right now, it wouldn't have been any different but the mention of Luke's name was unexpected. His eyes grew wide listening to the lyrics that sprang from Cas. He was thankful he hadn't been drinking at that moment or he might have choked on whatever he was drinking. Sam knew he had to interject at some point but he was unsure how to do it. He was even more surprised when Cas finished talking and looked at him expectantly. He cleared his throat, unsure of how to respond.

A small part of him wanted to laugh just thinking about Lucy's face if Cas repeated those song lyrics to her. However, this wasn't a laughing matter and Luke would be in for a surprise when he got home.

Awkwardly he reached up scratching the back of his head. " Cas, I don't think reciting Lil Jon lyrics to Lucy would be the greatest move. Think about it, man. Do you really want to talk about sweaty balls and bitches crawling on the floor to the woman who opened her house to you? And I'll give you another piece of advice. When it comes to taking advice from someone, stay clear of what Luke tells you. I love the boy to death but he's a teenager and teenagers find comedy in things we know shouldn't be said or done. He may think it's funny, but it's not worth the trouble. Respect the woman and her home, and watch your words. Otherwise, you could end up on her bad side. "

Castiel tilted the side of his head as he considered Sam's words. And here he used to be the one mumbling words of philosophy back where he came from, if only aided by drugs and warm bodies to help him cope in a dying world ruled under Lucifer's command.

"Though he's not human," he mused, "he acts very much like one. He's not as serious as Claire."

He paused. The name of his vessel's daughter's name hadn't left his lips in years. He knew she hadn't survived the apocalypse, nor did her mother. So many people died because of the virus, and many more became infected, blood crazed, and far worse.

"The flow of those words are rather… poetic," Castiel couldn't help but admire, shifting back to the present era. "I do want to know the rest of the lyrics one of these days. Maybe the less 'bitch-crawling' version. This Lil' Jon person is inspiring. He could've helped me motivate more people at Camp Chitaqua."

Though looking back, he admittedly was a mess. Coping with drugs, booze, and sex, was his way of survival. He didn't have to rely on such methods now, but he couldn't completely cut himself off from much of it. Much of his so-called sobriety was due to helping Lucy function, by being there as a partner. She'd lost one son by murder, and another to demons. He was her other half who understood what she'd gone through without thinking she was crazy.

"She is worth fighting for, Sam," Castiel admitted in a much more somber, gentler tone. "Much like I care about you and Dean… I care about Lucy. I want to do everything I can for her, even if I am no longer an Angel."

Sam had never been the one to advise because he often made the wrong choices according to Dean. Sam wouldn't lie and say that all the choices he made in the past were the right ones nor would he say that he consistently gave the best advice. The one thing was always true - Sam always did what he thought was right at the time and gave the best advice he could.

" Don't get me wrong, Cas. Luke is an awesome kid. " Sam pointed out. " Claire and Luke had many unexpected things occur in their lives. Luke knows he's different, but at a very young age, he learned how to blend in and just be a kid. Claire on the other hand, she's always felt differently about everything that happened within her family. " His face is slightly distorted because of everything that happened with Cas and his vessel Jimmy.

" I mean it can't be easy for any kid to know their father is gone, but at the same time you see his body walking and talking but it's not him, you know? " Just saying that out loud made him realize how hard it must have been for Luke and Marie when Lucifer was blown out of him. Admittedly, the issues with him and Marie were a bit more complex. Nothing ever seemed easy for them.

" Poetic? " Sam asked, raising his hand to rub the bridge of his nose. " Listen, I'll make a deal with you. You don't resist those words ever again to anyone and I'll get you a copy of the song to listen to. " Maybe this was going to be another one of those choices because after Cas heard the entire song maybe it would get stuck inside his head like a lot of songs did to people. But this was the most sensible thing he could think of off the top of his head.

He couldn't help but arch his brow after hearing the way Cas' tone dropped and the way he spoke about Luci. Now while he said the way he cared about her was much like the way he cared about him and Dean, it sounded like a little more than that to him. Was Cas falling for a mortal after all these years? Wait did Cas even know what all embodied into a relationship, besides what he had learned from the pizza man on TV? Then again this was a whole different version of Cas than he was used to. He shook his head, thinking it was best not to think too much about it.

" Sounds like to me you've found your place in this world. Isn't that what families do for each other? They are willing to protect those they care about? They want only good things for them? You're happy when they are happy even if you don't agree with everything going on in their life? " Again saying that out loud made him think about Dean. More than anything he just wished his brother could accept that he was finally happy and had the life he always wanted. Well, he almost had everything he could have ever wanted. A big part of him was still missing and that was his brother. Why did he have to give up one thing to have the other? Why was it so damn hard for him to be able to have both in his life?

" Cas .. " Sam started to shake his head because talking about Dean wasn't going to make things any better. If anything it would only make things worse than they already were. But leave it to Cas to open that bucket of worms. " Sure, he always looked out for me but sometimes you have to learn when it's time to step back and allow the people you care about to make their own choices. To not constantly be riding their back and demanding they are making the wrong choices. " One hand rested against his side while the other raised to rub his brow.

He knew Dean would never accept this life so it was a waste of time to even talk about it. But regardless of how hopeless and drug-addled Cas was, he knew he only had good intentions. " I'm not going to tell you that's a bad choice because it's yours to make and I'm not going to stand here and tell you to pick sides. Just know that if it comes down to it, what happened back in your world won't happen here. I won't let it. "

Regardless of what version of Cas this was, he was family ─ always has been and would always be so. Reaching out he placed his hand on Cas' shoulder. " The whole situation sucks, to be honest. I don't know if speaking terms are even in the cards for Dean and myself. Not after the way he disrespected my wife and son and in general my entire family. I get it he's not happy about me and Lucifer, but the choice I made was the right one. Even if he refuses to see it. "

If it wasn't for that choice there wouldn't be a single person left on the playing field called earth. A selfless act on his part saved everything and within that choice, he gained more than he could have ever imagined. He wished even for the briefest moment that Dean could see that he was truly happy and that there were actual grey areas in his black-and-white world.

"Well, when you're ready to see your brother, you know where to find me," Castiel said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an appointment to keep."

Even in the gentle haze of painkillers, he couldn't forget the group of ladies who were eagerly waiting for him at their local meeting spot. It didn't take much to convince a gaggle of lonely, desperate women to listen to his words of wisdom and spirituality, life, and whatever else he could conjure.

Castiel patted Sam on the arm and chuckled. "Keep the faith, Sam. You and Dean will work things out. I look forward to seeing Dean again, but let me know when you're coming by ahead of time. I, uh, might be preoccupied if you stop by unannounced."

#✦ — • VERSE • Where the Dead Never Sleep • #✦ — • CHARACTER • Sam • #✦ — • CHARACTER • Castiel •

[pinknatural]

CASTIEL, YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN, Michael says. YOU WILL JOIN THE ELITE GARRISON--LED BY ME, OF COURSE, TO RETRIEVE MY SWORD FROM HELL.

YES, MICHAEL, Castiel says.

--

“Are you sure you wanna go by yourself?” Sam asks.

“It’s gotta be me,” Dean says. He looks between Sam and Eileen and Jack and Claire and Kaia, tries to memorize their faces. He smiles weakly. “I’ll be back soon.”

He turns around. Michael lifts his hands. Dean takes a moment to commit his youngest brother’s face to memory. “Ready?”

“Yes,” Dean says, and Michael opens the portal.

--

Hell is loud. Screams from the tortured souls fill the air. Cries from demons fill the sound, and overtop are wails from the Cage. Castiel shudders at the sound of angelic screeching, grating and unexpected against his grace. He grips his blade tighter and dives between a layer of racks. 

He has his orders--fight the demons. Find the Righteous Man. Call Michael, allow him to retrieve his sword. Losses of angelic lives are unfortunate but perhaps necessary. Castiel recites them like a mantra, and a swarm of demons leaps for him. He flares his wings wide and bares his teeth and turns the full force of his hundreds of eyes onto them, and he fights.

--

The Empty is quiet. Eerily so. Every footstep Dean takes is muffled. He cannot hear himself breathe, cannot hear his heart, beating against his chest. For a moment, he’s certain he is dead, but when he puts his palm over his breast, he feels it, a steady tattoo against his ribcage. Dean tightens his grip on his angel blade, and he keeps walking forward. 

--

In the distance, Castiel spots Sarah fall. He dives sideways. He has always been smaller than his siblings, has always been a bit faster, and he slips between the cracks of the first circle, and descends deeper into the pit.

--

OOHH...LITTLE HUMAN, a voice, slimy and awful, says, curling around him like the worst kind of hug. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

“I’m here for my angel,” Dean says. He stares up at nothing, defiant. He’s glad he can hear his own voice.

THAT’S WHERE YOU’RE WRONG, the voice says. HE IS MY ANGEL NOW. SLEEPING BESIDE HIS BROTHERS AND SISTERS, TUCKED IN A LINE, DREAMING OF HIS GREAT REGRETS. AND OH, LITTLE HUMAN, HE HAS MANY. 

“I ain’t leaving without him,” Dean says, clenching his fist. His shoulder feels like it’s burning. 

LITTLE HUMAN, YOU ARE NOT MEANT FOR THE EMPTY. NOT WHILE THAT HEART BEAT-BEAT-BEATS INSIDE YOUR CHEST. LEAVE. YOU MAY RETURN WHEN YOU DIE. YOU WERE PROMISED TO ME, YOU KNOW. 

“You don’t want me stuck inside you forever,” Dean says, then he winces because okay, that was kinda dirty. “I’m kind of an expert at being annoying. I’m also an expert in tearing up afterlives.”

OH, HUMAN. YOU POOR THING. HOW EMBARRASSING. YOUR DESIRE FOR THE ANGEL LEAKS OUT OF YOUR PORES. 

Dean snarls. “Who are your greatest prizes?” he asks. “Which angels and demons do you have the most pride in keeping here? And who handed them directly to you?”

--

Castiel isn’t sure where Michael is. He isn’t even sure where he is. He assumes the Righteous Man is in the seventh circle, but he’s been through so many, been pushed back and pulled forward, and he could be anywhere. 

Angels do not get tired. Castiel thinks that if he could be, he would be. He feels another of his brothers die. A hoard of demons is attempting to sneak up on him. Castiel whirls around, flaring his wings, and he smites them all.

There are millions of angels. There are billions of demons. 

This will take a while.

--

HERE’S THE DEAL, LITTLE HUMAN. IF YOU FIND YOUR ANGEL, YOU CAN DRAG HIM OUT OF HERE AND NEITHER OF YOU WILL BE ALLOWED TO RETURN. BUT IF YOU CHOOSE THE WRONG ANGEL, I WILL TAKE YOU TODAY AND NEVER LET YOU GO. BUT DON’T WORRY--I’LL MAKE SURE TO PUT YOUR SLEEPING RIGHT NEXT TO YOUR BELOVED ANGEL. 

“Deal,” Dean says, because of course he knows who Cas is, of course he does, but all of a sudden the darkness of the Empty is lit up in a brilliant white light, and thousands and thousands of--shapes--are before him. Angels, Dean realizes. In their true form. And he has to find one specific one, that he’s never seen before. 

This will take a while.

--

Castiel sneaks into a new circle. He will be found, sooner or later, but for now he is undetected. He inspects his surroundings--blood and fire and souls writhing on their racks. His grace brightens for a moment before he tampers it back down. This is the seventh circle! The Righteous Man could be any of these souls. Castiel creeps forward. 

--

Rows and rows of angels, floating before him, all blue-white with grace, all dormant and asleep. They are hard to look at, too bright and too confusing, constantly twisting and shifting. They look like something outta Escher, or a Mobius strip, or maybe just a tangled mass of wires. Four or five animal heads or no heads at all, thousands of eyes or maybe just a mass of wings, tucked over and over each other. Dean can only really look at each one with a glance. And he’s sure none of them are his.

--

The Righteous Man’s soul burns bright, brighter than any human soul Castiel has ever seen. He is doing the torturing, not being tortured, and the cheeks of the humanoid shape the golden soul has taken shine with tears. He is in agony, and he loves what he does as he carves into the soul before him.

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There’s a smaller angel than the others. When Dean looks at it, it looks kind of like a conch shell, curling and swirling, and kind of like a bird, and kind of like a knot, twisted and tangled. It is small, but it is bright. Blue-white with grace but braided with other colors too, red and orange and yellow and green and purple and pink and colors Dean’s never even heard of. His left shoulder throbs painfully, and Dean stares at the angel with awe.

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Castiel knows he is supposed to call Michael. He knows Michael is supposed to lift his sword from perdition. But--

the Righteous Man is so beautiful. So brilliant. Castiel cannot help it.

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Dean’s shoulder is painful and the angel shifts and changes and Dean has to be 100% sure, but this angel is the most beautiful thing Dean’s ever seen. He can’t tear his gaze away.

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Castiel reaches out.

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Dean reaches out.

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When Dean wakes up, he is alone.

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When Cas wakes up, he has only time to inhale before he’s tucked into Dean’s arms, face pressed into his neck, held tighter, and tigher, and Cas reaches his arms around Dean and digs his fingers into his jacket and inhales Dean’s scent and breathes, breathes. 

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