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IT'S ALMOST REMIX REDUX TIME, GUYS. SO EXCITED. Click here to vote for this year's qualifying fandoms. Click here or here to get an AO3 invitation because that's where it's going down this year. Reeeeemiiiiix! \o/

This next thing is the fault of sgrio and her Biblical Studies homework.

Basically it poses the interpretation that angels are not messengers, but messages. Obedience to God is a moot point, because an email or a letter can't be obedient to you. They don't have the faculties to BE obedient, they just ARE. My knee-jerk reaction is of course to ask, "What if Castiel was just a message?" So I wrote ( this ) and then I wrote this next thing.

I'm not sure what this next thing is. It's Castiel meta, but also maybe sort of a fic, maybe. It is... an experiment? 'Cos someone, SGRIO, was like, "Hey, why don't you fap about religion and language in context of Supernatural?" and I can't say no to that. What is it with you, SPN, making me write 1st person POV, past tense, and now whatever this is idek. I kind of wanted to reference more episodes, but 500 words of this is probably more than enough for now.

So yeah, what if Castiel were words? Spoilers through 4x22, and maybe 5x02. Happy start of Lent, folks. ETA: And now there is a sequel -- unnamed.


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Castiel, Dean, & God

( from the Latin caedere meaning 'to cut' )

Ah, being a fandom latecomer. I am very sad that I missed this party :( but whatevs, I got a short Chuckfic in progress and a Mordred fic at beta. In the meantime, here is one of those obligatory 'The End' episode tags.

In the immortal words of the Mask:


SOMEBODY STOP MEEEEEE


your dirt removes my blindness
Supernatural. Castiel/Dean. R. Episode tag to 5x04.
"There are a thousand things he would have done differently with Dean Winchester." ~1221 words

( ...the things that are almost blessings... )

in the dark
lyrics by lassiter, music by lassiter & buhaina


wait for me down in the dark
i've done what you asked and i swear
i'll be there soon
the summer's been burning your name into my bones
as if it wasn't there before

she calls my name in the night
but my name on her lips don't feel right
it's the same dreams all over again, all over again
but it's you who's burning, you who fell
it's me who's standing here in hell

wait for me down in the dark
'cos i will let sleeping dogs lie
i've felt their teeth
they parted my skin and they dragged me down
dragged me down, down, down
but baby i'd do it again, do it again
a wicked story none will tell
but i will it here in hell

they'll carve out my bones
and devour my voice
they'll bury my exits
i'll rise again, rise again
burn out your soul
and they'll drink of your blood
they'll turn you to mud
but you'll rise again, rise again
we'll rise again

wait for me down in the dark