All These Feelings2014
The camp fire was the only light to be seen in the woods. It needed to be, otherwise the Croatoans would be crawling all over the place. The small group of men tried to get some warmth from the flickering flames. But as soon as the moon disappeared from the sky, the men left to their tents and tried to get some sleep before waking up to another day of the Apocalypse. All men, but two.
Dean was cleaning his gun while keeping his eyes on Castiel, who was warming his hands near the fire place. He had his goofy smile on and he actually seemed to enjoy this moment alone. Dean grumbled and looked down. He still needed to adjust to Castiel's new kind of behavior. And yet, he couldn't keep his eyes off of him. Dean looked up, looked at Castiel again and shook his head. This needed to stop.
Dean put his gun back in his thigh holster and cleared his throat. "Are you ready for tomorrow, Cas?" Dean scooped over. "Do you need some help with preparing your gun?" He raised his eyebrows to Castie
TiredWhen Dean says he's tired he means it. And it's not because the only sleep he gets is from total, mental and physical exhaustion, when his eyes refuse to stay open, his strength of will waning as the tender hooks of hell grip tight, tearing what remained of his soul back down to the pit he wasn't allowed to forget. No.
Or that the fate of the world seems to rest so firmly on his shoulders. In fact the weight of it is almost soothing, if you ignore the excruciating crush of it bearing down on your chest, setting the lungs ablaze. Which he usually did. No.
It wasn't even that nagging suspicion that they were on the losing side. Except for the part about it being a suspicion. Dean was sure it was a certainty. Almost sure. No.
It was the whole going through the motions schtick. Walking through the part. Brave and righteous had both been words that could have described him and there was definitely nothing penetrating his heart. And yeah, he'd lost his drive, but whether he wanted to be
Wicked Game 2 - Eternity
* post-episode of SN504 "The End"
He broke down when he saw that. He felt already dizzy - he got a shot on shoulder. Castiel fell down to the ground. He could smell of grass and roses. How long time ago. He got sick of stale camping and death smell, a rosy moment is passed away just that. He held up his head. He knew what happened, but thought IT shouldn't be.
In 2014, there is one hope, which is a old gun Dean brought somewhere, to defeat crots. It was an almost miracle that such demon-killing weapon is remained. And Dean got it - that is a sign of hope. Just before a candle light is put out, new candle might be coming. Castiel decided to forget the hope with absinthe, that was a really good choice. He can read that everything would be closed on Dean's face. Then, it would be ultimately end and closure.
When Dean ordered to go upstairs, Castiel knew the closure was coming. He felt nothing, because he expected yesterday. He was just sorry for the oth
feels good, man
Cas isn't sure when he stopped caring about his vessel - his body, now. He guesses it might be somewhere around the time when it really, truly sinks in that his brothers and sisters had left him, and the first night Dean offers him some foul smelling something rolled up in brown paper, promising him a few hours of peace and calm. It'll help you relax, he says, trust me, Cas. The painful emptiness he feels where his grace used to be is tolerable that night.
It isn't long after that before he's accepting anything handed to him by anyone without so much as a thought as to what it is or what it could do to him. All it takes is a feels real good, man or a hey, I found this in that hospital last week, shit'll knock you on your ass so quick and it's already gone. It's his body now, he thinks, the first thing in his nearly infinite existence that he's free to do with as he pleases, and he's going to do just that. One of the perks of being
Ok, “rules” is an icky word soooo lets go with ”Gide lines”
1. Any kind of art of art is allowed. Fan fictions to photo manipulations to doddles in the margin of your overdue homework report.
2. No being nasty. I won’t give out warnings. All trolls will receive headshots um I mean group ban.
3. I like slash. I will accept slash. Don’t like then stay away
4. MOST IMPORTANT all submissions must 2014 verse related. I am as flexible as Misha Collins but lets it keep it to this AU.
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