OMG this whole fic is like totally <333333333. Becky and Cas bonding over AU fanfic is utterly precious!
"And you can write whatever fic you want," she gushes, back in her element. "You can fix things! You can make things better for Sam and Dean. You can bring people back to life, or make it so they never die. You can write AUs where they're rock stars or bakers or anthropologists. You can write about Sam turning into, like, a parakeet because of a curse, or... hmm." Becky stores that plot bunny away for later. Can't go wrong with a good transformation fic.
Her enthusiasm is infectious, no?
You'd never be able to tell that he used to be an angel of the Lord; right now he's just some drunk dude on her floor.
There is a tight knot in her chest, and a warmth that spreads to the rest of her, unless that's just the hangover. Becky sets her laptop aside, then goes to Castiel and drapes the blanket over him. After a moment's consideration, she takes a cushion and sets it under Castiel's head.
"Ngargh," he comments.
"Yeah, pretty much," Becky murmurs, smoothing down his hair.
I love how sweet this whole scene is; it gave Cas a taste of human succor and just, just ...I have no words. <3333
The words don't sink in until after the 'OH SHIT A KNIFE OW FUCK' sentiments have faded from her brain, and then, as she watches her blood drip into a bowl, she blinks and says, “Wait, what?”
... When they find out their little girl is a Christian (Winchesterian?) apostle, they are going to freak. ...
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"And you can write whatever fic you want," she gushes, back in her element. "You can fix things! You can make things better for Sam and Dean. You can bring people back to life, or make it so they never die. You can write AUs where they're rock stars or bakers or anthropologists. You can write about Sam turning into, like, a parakeet because of a curse, or... hmm." Becky stores that plot bunny away for later. Can't go wrong with a good transformation fic.
Her enthusiasm is infectious, no?
You'd never be able to tell that he used to be an angel of the Lord; right now he's just some drunk dude on her floor.
There is a tight knot in her chest, and a warmth that spreads to the rest of her, unless that's just the hangover. Becky sets her laptop aside, then goes to Castiel and drapes the blanket over him. After a moment's consideration, she takes a cushion and sets it under Castiel's head.
"Ngargh," he comments.
"Yeah, pretty much," Becky murmurs, smoothing down his hair.
I love how sweet this whole scene is; it gave Cas a taste of human succor and just, just ...I have no words. <3333
The words don't sink in until after the 'OH SHIT A KNIFE OW FUCK' sentiments have faded from her brain, and then, as she watches her blood drip into a bowl, she blinks and says, “Wait, what?”
... When they find out their little girl is a Christian (Winchesterian?) apostle, they are going to freak. ...
Like totally! LOL ROTF LMAO.
Lovely, lovely stuff.`