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Spn Writing Challenge: Witches
@dailyspnprompts September Prompt Challenge:Â â Castiel and Dean are witches, each with their own specialty. Â Something they canât identify is drawing them to each other, something powerful, dark, and dangerous.â
@angvlicmish September Destiel Fic Challenge: Taylor Swift, Song chosen: Haunted
pairings: Destiel word count:Â approx~ 3860 w/ lyrics tags:Â angst, fluff, Witch!Dean, Witch!Cas, includes Sam, very very AU, kinda soulmate esque
Summary: Cas and Dean are two very powerful witches, but something about their love is unusual, dangerously so. No matter what the price, theyâre determined to stay together till the end, even if it means dying.Â
A/N: Hey! So this is a very experimental and unique piece for me, so Iâm really gonna need some love and feedback on this one. I may come back and edit some parts, so, as always, Â FEEDBACK IS LOOOOOVED!!!
You and I walk a fragile line
I have known it all this time
But I never thought Iâd live to see it break
Itâs getting dark and itâs all too quiet
And I canât trust anything now
And itâs coming over you like itâs all a big mistake
Castiel. The name feels like a drug on my lips, better than any spell or trickery or magic. It brings warmth throughout my body, deep in the pit of my stomach, crawling lower and lower till I am forced to either have some alone time or think of something else. He is a heady obsession, a dangerous new-found need of mine.
Two witches. God knows thatâs a dangerous equation, even without the unusual pull I feel for him. Maybe heâs cast a spell on me? Unlikely, a witch who specializes in healing casting such a forced spell. We are such different people, polar opposites truly. He heals, rebuilds whatâs been broken or ailed. I destroy, bulldozing an entire building to the ground with a snap of my fingers. He is kind and gentle and empathetic while I can hardly stand the presence of anyone but my brother these days. But I saw him, in that strange coat of his, and something in my chest dropped. It was like there was a string attaching us two and it was slowly constricting. He felt it too.
Now I lay next to him in bed, the sun not yet risen, Cas and I just staring at each other. We walk on thin ice, being together as we are. Two of the strongest witches there is, no one likes the idea of us uniting. Hell, I donât really even like it. But I need him. I need him.
But I see how his amorous expression wavers, his hands shaking as they intertwine with mine. We can both feel that being together is dangerous. I move in to stop his shaking lips with a kiss.
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