Words I Couldn't Say | Posting on April 22
Fic by turningthepages
Art by purplepumpkinart
After a hunt gone wrong, Castiel’s Grace is fading quickly and the only way to save him is to bind his Grace to a human soul. Desperate to save his friend and more than willing to be bound to Cas for life, Dean offers to use his. When Cas flees instead, Dean is left racing against a ticking clock and wishing he would’ve said everything he’s held inside all these years.
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“Can you undo it?”
Dean paced the hardwood flooring of the library, wondering who the fuck turned up the heat after he told them to not fuck with it. His insides were trying to crawl out of his skin.
“I cannot.”
The look he sent Rowena could probably be categorized as one of his deadliest.
“The fuck you mean you cannot? Are you trying to say that this bitch can out-magic you?”
“Of course the lass cannot ‘out-magic’ me but this hex cannot be undone easily.”
“So there’s nothing you can do?”
“I didn’t say that.”
He was ready to throw punches. He didn’t care who was in his immediate vicinity; he needed to lay his fist into something because he felt too fucking helpless right now.
“Rowena, stop fucking around. Can you or can you not help us? Cas is getting weaker as we speak.”
“I’m fine Dean.”
Dean’s head whipped around to the gruff voice sitting at the table. Though the words were meant to calm him down, the dark circles and grey hue to his best friend’s face did nothing but make his hackles rise even more. He needed to fix this. Yesterday.
“You slept for fourteen hours last night. You’re not fine! We just need to find the bitch and kill her. Should’a done it last night!”
“It’s not that simple.”
“It never is.”
He felt his ass hit the seat next to Cas, not even realizing that he’d made it all the way across the room. If he were being honest, most of the past day had been a bit of a haze. He’d been high strung since the moment that witch had zapped Cas with some sort of blue light and his friend had dropped like a fly. He knows he heard Sam’s gun going off a few rounds, he knows he saw Jack trying to stop her with his Scarlet Witch mind control mumbo jumbo, but Dean had been too focused on the fact that Cas was laying limp in the middle of the room to give a shit.
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Jean-Paul watches emotion flicker across Lucas’s face: first surprise, then confusion, amusement, and finally… affection.
“Don’t really have to ask who left this here,” Lucas says, gesturing towards the makeshift vase on his desk, with its makeshift bouquet of wildflowers, before turning to steal a quick kiss— “But I do have to ask what brought this on.”
“You spend so much time building up here,” Jean-Paul says, fond, “I thought it might be nice to bring in a bit of life.”
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