Our parents teach us not to do mistakes, cause it leads to 'big' problems.
Mom said, 'Learn from our mistakes, we did than a lot only for you.' But it's our life and we must have our mistakes. I get the idea of caring about us and I accept it. But, please, parents, let us live our life. Do not overreact on our mad ideas, just let us life .
Than our school. Educational institution is rusted now: it is old as fuck, but every year they 'modernise' smth.
Exams do not leave right for mistake, we can't do that. Writing wrong number, letter or punctuation mark leads to bad mark for exam. But we are humans, educational system, we can do mistakes. They are using that just because to make us fell bad and didn't go to the high level uni. Preparation for exams leads to anxiety, depression, problems with heart and even cause a death. Isnt it bad enough to kill your child by education?
So, my dear fellows, take the most out of our small life, do things only you want and do mistakes. You are on that planet to teach how to life not how do cope with high matters. Do your life as simple as you can.
Dean has lots of things in his room: family pictures, guns, a lamp and more others. One of them is an old typewriter which has always been there, so he just left it himself. For the beginning he doesn't use it, treating it as a piece of decor, but one day, maybe he drank too much beer, he sits at the table and starts typing. It's just random words like some swears, his favorite things (pie!) or names (Dean, Sam, Mary, Cas…).
From this moment, he uses a typewriter more often. He has no idea when he writes his first poem.
*
“What is that?” asks Cas one day, taking a few of Dean's poem from the desk.
“It's nothing. Don't touch it. It's just some rubbish,” answers Dean quickly, comes to the angel as fast as he can, and wrests it from his hands.
“So, it's nothing, or the rubbish? Is it some notes about monsters?”
“No. It's my private things.”
Dean hides it behind his back like some dirty secret.
“Like a journal?”
“No.”
“Poetry?”
“What? Why do you think I could write poetry? And what is it? Interrogation?” he asks maybe a little too much nervously.
“No, of course not. But if it was a poetry, I would love to read it someday.”
“Umm, really? You want to read some of my craps?” Dean seems to be surprised, and he doesn't even realize that he confirmed these are poems indeed.
“Of course,” says Cas.
Dean grins, but after that he clears his throat and ends a subject: “Yeah, maybe one day, but now I need my four hours.”
“Sure. Good night, Dean,” he says and gives him a little smile.
“Night, Cas.”
*
Every time Cas is in Dean's room, he looks at the typewriter. He's always wondering when Dean used it last time…
One day, he smiles to see a new stack of paper.
*
Cas comes to Dean's room for the first time since he left the bunker. They are good now. Everything else is wrong, Chuck still pulls the strings, but at least, they're okay. Dean is talking so much about Chuck, new plan and about missing Cas… His voice is soothing, and Cas feels more comfortable after some time. He looks around, eyeing much longer at the desk. There's many crumpled papers, but one is still in the typewriter. It means Dean started writing something new recently. Cas doesn't want to read it, but he does it involuntarily.
And there's only one word:
'Blue'
*
After the Empty took Cas, Dean touches his typewriter only once.
To finish his last poem.
*
Cas is back. Jack brought him from the Empty, of course, he did! There's a lot of hug from Sam, Eileen, and also from Dean. The last one is a little awkward, Cas is trying to avoid Dean's gaze.
After all of them greeted him, Dean excuses Sam and Eileen, grabs Cas arm gently and pulls him a little.
“Come with me,” whispers Dean, not looking at him. He's feeling he might chicken out if he sees these blue eyes now. Cas feels insecure, but he goes anyway without hesitation.
Dean’s heart is pounding like a jackhammer, he has no idea what he's going to say. He doesn't have a speech, and even if he had one, nothing could be a such beautiful like Cas' words.
Dean closes the door with free hand, the other one is still grabbing Cas' arm. He seats the angel on his bed, wondering how to start this conversation. Cas looks around, and his eyes stops for the moment on the typewriter. He sees only a few pieces of paper. Dean notices what Cas is staring at, and he thinks he knows what he should say first.
“Do you wanna read this?” he asks, pointing on the desk. Cas gives him a quick look and nods.
“Of course, Dean.”
Dean takes one of the papers, this one which is on top. He gives it to Cas, and next he sits next to him.
Cas is holding a poem as the most fragile thing in the universe, it's priceless treasure for him. He can feel paper's structure under his fingertips. He reads a title 'Blue' and feels how his heart skips a beat. He remembers this title, he saw it after they had come from the Purgatory.
I could whisper sweet nothings to you
right in your heart
about these blue, like the ocean, eyes,
but it's worthless.
I used to not believe in angels
for a long time
until my own angel gripped me tight
and saved my life.
So, when I'm looking in your blue eyes
I find a peace
and at the end, I still see myself
into your gaze.
Cas reads the poem one time, and then another, and another… Dean waits, observing how Cas eyeballs are moving left to right time and again. Every second feels like an hour to him, but his angel is worth the wait.
When Cas is ready, he looks at Dean with confusion, tilting his head a little, but he doesn't say a word.
Dean clears his throat and takes a deep breath: “You changed me too, Cas. You've shown me how to be the best version of myself. And when I was thinking that everything was a lie, you've shown me that there was still hope because we were still real.”
Dean lays his hand on Cas shoulder, rubbing little circles with his thumb. He swallows nervously because he has something more to say. Something, which still scares him.
“Dean...” whispers Cas fondly, and his eyes are full of tears. Dean feels he's going to look the same in a second. But before it happens, he says his truth:
Disclaimer: I'm not so shitty writer in my native language but my lack in writer powers in english pretty visible. Sorry
...
So... now everything over, huh?
There's no World Government anymore, no yonkou.
Mugiwara-ya claiming that party is absolutely necessary and for the first time Law agrees with him entirely.
After the battle participants in Strawhat crew's havoc headed for Laugh Tale which happened to be Ancient Kingdom's Capital with striking architecture and palas made exactly for holding fiests. His submarine, along with some other ships, became an infirmary for allied forces. Some patients (and their especially stubborn loved once) stayed on Polar Tang for the trip. So he expected to see her, that doesn't mean that he's ready though.
"Em, hi Law" she says fidgeting ring on her finger.
"Heard you now married on one of Grand Fleet Captains" he sputtering awkwardly too fast
"Oh, yes!" she exclaims happily with slight jump. He laughes to himself - she's practically shining. "We met each other on Dressrosa and..."
"On Dressrosa?" he stops her. "Baby, don't say me that it happened like it always does I don't want to commit murder today. You now, killing your patient kills mood for the party as well."
"No! No! Sai is different, really! Well... everything started like that... but then he told me that he needs me, like truly needs me. It was on the whim I belive, then some stuff happened and we were engaged... But I really fell in love with him! When we was coming home he cared for me, supported me. We talked a lot, even got couple dates on ship fu fu fu" she giggles to the memory " When we reterned he purposed to me again." she lookes at the ring tenderly. "What about you, Law?"
"Allied with madman king... still. My crew doing fine, accomplished my second goal, now thinking about doing something for myself..." last part he says in low hushed voice.
"Returning to North Blue then?" she knows him better than he gave her credit for. But really, what else he could be "doing for himself" unless rebuilding Flevance. He doesn't have plenty of options.
"I'm sorry, Law" she says in the same low voice
"What are you apologizing for?" and he really doesn't understand it. For the past? She didn't do anything to him, while he was acting like an asshole. For mentioning Flevance? But it's not her fault that it had happened.
"For everything, I guess. For not being good enough little sister..." her voice became almost unrecognizable, her head tilted down, eyes fixed on the floor.
And Law?
He burst out laughing
"Baby, if we playing the worst sibling game, than I'm the shitiest brother ever. I didn't even came for your wedding."
Her pale skin slightly started becoming red
"Well," she pouted and turned her head to the side " then it is your duty to be on our child's birthday!"
"Wh-what?!"
"Not now!" she bumpes him in shoulder "But we planing after... all that" she vaguely waved her hand " So yeah I am soon to be mom! And you soon to be uncle?" question clear in last sentence
"Yes, guess I am" he smiled softly
"OOOOOI! TORAO!" echoes throughout the submarine
"Oh, fuck"
"Fu-fu-fu, Madman King is calling~"
"Not you as well, I already got Eustass-ya to mock me about poor life choices"
"I don't think that's a poor choice. Go Law, we can catch up later"
I just forogt the word carpet for like solid 5 minutes - I mean forgive me I guess? I‘m not a native speaker but the thoughts I had are just so funny to me „bath-mat. no, that can’t be right, aladdin on his flying bath-mat, obviously not. aladdin on his flying quilt? no, not right either, is it just mat then? wait that would actually be so boring. I think there‘s another more interesting word for it.“ i had to google translate it in the end
📚I want to celebrate with you and my family. Thank you for the soup📚
*than I stayed with them and celebrated*
A/N.: Sorry for being so short with it but I'm got back home around 0600pm and now I post that fastly, because I want to eat dinner and also this is the only moment I git the time to type it and post it. I hope the Art 13 will not hit Tumblr and AO3 too hard, because of not being a native speaker of English I love those sides. And also I post on both.. I would be very sad to loose both of them and so my possibility to type and improve my English skills and getting my ideas to you Fanfic wise.
Ok now I know what subliminal bothered me about the last few episodes. The way how Cas is treated. Maybe I'm wrong but I got the feeling he became more and more a minor character, particular in the relationship to Jack. In the beginnig of this Season he seems so important to him. Jack called him father.
And now? It is difficult to discribe, but its like there is no real interaction between these characters. And it isn't just this. The most Time of this Season was like: Cas stays at the subs' bench and watch the game. Sometimes they send him in, he helps, goes back to the subs' bench and noone rellay took notice of him.
This is my impression. I will rewatch this season at the weekend and I hope my first impression of his character developmemt is wrong.
