Hoooooooly. Deserts and caves and erotic codependency and IMAGINARY ANGEL FRIENDS GROOMING PEOPLE FOR VESSELHOOD? LASS, DARLING, NEVER CEASE TO BE SO AWESOME.
A few of my favorite things: the priestesses in cutoff jeans, psychics in Hendrix t-shirts, and the soothsayers who read his aura as they casually rolled a joint. I don't know what about this line, maybe just the feel of the ancient meeting the modern, but it rocked my world.
A brush of something soft against his cheek, and some quiet breeze that breathed for him until his breaths were deep and easy, until his heart beat a steady rhythm, one two, one two. UH. Remember that thing you said before about Cas emptying himself to fill Claire? This has a feeling like that and it is soooo good.
The world flickered and flared and, to Dean's surprise, surrendered. You are as you've been written, in unexpected ways, it conceded. FREE WILL, BABY.
Dean approaches the body slowly. He closes his hand around his amulet hanging from the shifter's neck, and yanks; the leather snaps. He puts it in his pocket, and looks back at Sam and Becky. “Let's go.” WHAT WHAT WHAT WINCHECSTERS HUNTING WITH BECKY? This feels like another entire story that wants to be told.
But Dean remembers, too, incandescent light and the impression of wings. He’s pretty sure by now that it had all been in his head; hallucinations caused by wanderlust and a silence that got loud. I don't even really have a comment on this, I just love it with all my heart.
Oh Casfest, what joy have you wrought? This is SO amazing.
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A few of my favorite things:
the priestesses in cutoff jeans, psychics in Hendrix t-shirts, and the soothsayers who read his aura as they casually rolled a joint.
I don't know what about this line, maybe just the feel of the ancient meeting the modern, but it rocked my world.
A brush of something soft against his cheek, and some quiet breeze that breathed for him until his breaths were deep and easy, until his heart beat a steady rhythm, one two, one two.
UH. Remember that thing you said before about Cas emptying himself to fill Claire? This has a feeling like that and it is soooo good.
The world flickered and flared and, to Dean's surprise, surrendered. You are as you've been written, in unexpected ways, it conceded.
FREE WILL, BABY.
Dean approaches the body slowly. He closes his hand around his amulet hanging from the shifter's neck, and yanks; the leather snaps. He puts it in his pocket, and looks back at Sam and Becky. “Let's go.”
WHAT WHAT WHAT WINCHECSTERS HUNTING WITH BECKY? This feels like another entire story that wants to be told.
But Dean remembers, too, incandescent light and the impression of wings. He’s pretty sure by now that it had all been in his head; hallucinations caused by wanderlust and a silence that got loud.
I don't even really have a comment on this, I just love it with all my heart.
Oh Casfest, what joy have you wrought? This is SO amazing.