spn fic - "interim" - castiel, dean

I wrote this listening to Imogen Heap's "2-1" and its instrumental version on a loop. Then again, I think I did everything in the past couple of days listening to these songs on a loop. (Why yes, it is that vid's fault.)

There are two ways to summarize this fic. One is with Sherod Santos's translation of Sappho:

As if yoked to twin swans a bronze carriage
hauled you back aslant the black earth
(the night air winded from its wing-beat rush),

you showed up breathless at my bedroom door
to ask again, How am I hurt?
What new heartache have I summoned you for?

The other is "Cas is a creeping creeper who creeps."

In conclusion, blame Edlund.


Interim
Supernatural. Castiel, Dean, Braedens, Rachel, Crowley. PG13. Spoilers for 6x20. Thank you to callowyn for betareading.
Set during the year before S6. ~1700 words

( They exist in his mind not as holy writ, but as memory - tangible, specific, and warm to the touch. )