My submission for the @deancastropefest Mid-Winter 5k is here! It’s angst that gets hot and heavy. Feelings certainly involved. Read it on AO3.
Tags: canonverse, angst, porn with feelings, porn with plot, first time, hurt/comfort, Castiel is falling, and there’s nothing Dean can do about it
Summary: “Whatever choice I make, it always seems to be the wrong one. You are infuriating, and so quick to judge. Do yourself a favor and just tell me to go,” Cas says, “You’ve done that before.”
Notes: This one goes for @charlie-minion, who gave me the prompt years ago. You've inspired me to be brave and unapologetic about doing what I love. The wall slamming is for you, baby.
My eternal love and gratitude to fellow scorpios @amyoatmeal and @campchitaquamemories for beta reading this for me and being a constant source of support, especially in the middle of the night when I google proper English words for 'sport suit track pants'.
Special thanks to the mods for being the most chill. You're wonderful, we love you!
To anyone who reads this, thank you. I hope you enjoy it.
Preview under the cut.
Water is fluid, soft, and yielding. But water will wear away rock, which is rigid and cannot yield. As a rule, whatever is fluid, soft, and yielding will overcome whatever is rigid and hard. This is another paradox: what is soft is strong. -- Lao-Tzu
When Dean turns the light on, the bunker greets them with soft electrical humming in the walls. Their footsteps echo in the heavy silence as they make it down to the library and Dean cannot wait to finally shut the world out for a few hours from the solace of his bedroom. It was a rough hunt and a long drive, and the nagging headache makes a reappearance despite the couple of Advil he popped before their ride back. His bruised knuckles throb and his back cries for the comforts of the memory foam. He turns to mutter ‘g’night’ to no one in particular when Sam clears his throat uncomfortably.
“Well, I’m going to take a shower and turn in,” he says briskly, voice sounding tired and remarkably fed-up, “so you two can go ahead and figure out whatever it is you need to figure out.”
He fixes Dean and Castiel with a stare. Dean avoids so much as glancing at the angel, but he is pretty sure they both glare at Sam in unison.
“I don’t care what you do. Yell at each other, throw some punches, have a heart-to-heart or fucking kiss and make up,” Sam emphatically throws his hands up, then gestures between his brother and the angel. “I can’t possibly listen to any more of your bitching. Suck it up and fucking deal with it, or the next case we find, I’m working it with Garth.”
Castiel rolls his eyes. Dean feels it rather than sees it, his attention focused on studying the blood stain on his jeans. Clearly frustrated, Sam runs his uninjured hand through his hair, and for a second it looks like he wants to say something else, but quickly changes his mind and settles on a noncommittal sigh, heading in the direction of the showers with his duffel bag over the shoulder.
When the sounds of his footsteps recede, the library drowns in silence. Neither Dean, nor Cas are willing to start talking, but neither of them make a move to retreat to their respective bedrooms. Dean randomly picks up some of the books cluttering the table when he hears the noise of a chair being pulled out and clothes rustling. Taking a glimpse at the angel, he finds Cas sitting in the chair, arms folded on his chest. He is looking at Dean now, left eyebrow raised expectantly.
Fuck that eyebrow, Dean thinks. Fuck the day those nasty witches decided making human sacrifices was a fun way to spend their weekend. Fuck the day Dean was born, for that matter.
So I come here for the first time in like six months, and right off the bat I get assaulted by an amazing destiel graphic set and lots and lots of gifs from the boys.
Have I entered the parallel world?
Also, who are all of those people on my dash? A lot of you have changed your urls and now it seems I’ll have to spend some time trying to guess who is who
kate you said you're a refugee, are you safe and okay? (my name is jen, i run the down to agincourt tumblr) ...i hope so. love and peace—
hi, jen! yes, thank you, I’m safe now, and so is my family. we’re looking forward to returning home (and hoping there will still be a home we can return to…). thank you for reaching out 💙💛
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