- Supernatural (1)
“Quit bein’ a baby, Cas.” Dean’s hands were covered in blood, but they were steady as always while he worked to stitch Castiel back together.
“I’m sorry,” Cas growled between gritted teeth. “I don’t exactly have a lot of experience feeling pain.” He hissed again when Dean slid the curved needle back through the eight-inch-long gash that ran deep and bloody down Cas’s bicep.
Castiel learns something about what it means to be human.
Bookmarked by Kalutyka
28 Feb 2021
(Just gonna paste my comment here)
You start out so strong with what remains one of my favorite lines in the story:
Hazy sunlight filtered in through the low window over the kitchen sink; it caught against dust motes and cobwebs and made them glow like spun gold in the otherwise dingy interior of the hunting cabin.
and call back to it at the very end:
The whiskey bottle stood like an omen on the table, sunlight turning the glass into a burning prism that glinted amber and hurt his eyes.
I loved the characterization of both Dean and Cas and their dialogue. Great word choices - your descriptions of their surroundings and reactions and Cas’s emotional state and humanity etc were hauntingly, viscerally beautiful. Throughout the whole thing I could feel what Cas felt: the physical pain and sickness as well as the deep sadness, longing and desperation; I could taste what he tasted—the blood, the whiskey, the gross tepid tap water and, yes, the vomit—so strongly that I’m still getting weird shivers thinking about it. Also like...poor Dean (aka repression boy). I guess I’m still not immune to his particular brand of misery.
Point is, this hurt me both good and bad (but even the bad was good). Here are a couple examples:
“Maybe it doesn’t have to hurt so much,” Cas whispered. He let his thumb run over Dean’s bottom lip; it trembled beneath his touch. He felt the warm huff of Dean’s breath against his skin. “Maybe we could heal each other.” Hurt good.
Dean had been wrong, he thought, as he dropped the bottle into the trash beside his own bloody, ruined shirt; it didn’t numb the pain at all – it only made it worse. Hurt bad (yet good).
They didn’t talk about Sam. This actually just hurt bad. :((((((
Sorry for the rambling! As usual 👌 daddy like, keep bringing on the hurt because I love suffering.
Sam doesn’t want his soul back. He resurrects Brady who helps him figure out a way to outsmart Death: by damaging his soul so it can’t be reintegrated. With Brady’s help, Sam reclaims his power, and takes his soul apart one piece at a time.
Bookmarked by Kalutyka
26 Feb 2021
When John is away on hunts and it's just Sam and Dean, he finds it feels almost like a husband and wife. Sam knows its messed up to think like that but he can't help it. More so when Dean's willing to play along with it, calling Sam pet names and treating him as if he really was Dean's wife.
Fandoms: Dragon Age II, Dragon Age - All Media Types
27 Jan 2015
Anders and Fenris spend an awful lot of time at each others' throats, for people with so much in common. Perhaps all it takes is a little bit of throttling, a couple of head injuries, and a strange invitation to bring them together for a night.
But, Fenris is covered in lyrium. And Justice is extremely fond of lyrium. And for all that Fenris isn't a fan of Anders, he likes Justice even less. Mayhem ensues. And smut. Smutty mayhem. (It's my favourite kind!) And perhaps, the three of them can come to some sort of arrangement -- or at least a less-loathly tolerance.
When Castiel Novak turns eighteen, he walks down a hall with a group of kids that share the same birthday, and finds out his future. The woman at the desk checks his ID number and declares him a 'carrier' before assigning him to his new mate, Sam Winchester. Because when you live on a space station, everything -- including procreation -- is strictly controlled.
And it doesn't matter how much you like your new mate's brother... that isn't how things work.