ansel elkins, from “autobiography of eve”
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ansel elkins, from “autobiography of eve”
Jensen and Misha // BTS 15x18
"i run blindly through the madhouse, and i cannot even pray..... for i have no god" -grant morrison
title: ascend pairing: dean/cas tags: Post s15e19 Inherit the Earth, fix-it, angst with a happy ending [banner by the talented @woefulcas]
Chapter 8
“What’s your favorite memory of him?” Sam had asked. It was a few weeks after Cas died, when Sam was deep in the mourning trenches with Dean. Eileen had gone to bed long ago, but Sam stayed up with Dean like he usually did those days, drinking with him at the war table.
Dean tilted the tumbler glass toward his mouth, the whiskey burning his throat. He stared up at the ceiling as he chewed on the question. It was his third drink, and the plaster was starting to spin.
“It’s dumb,” he admitted.
Sam leaned forward, his chin hitting the table. He grinned up at Dean as he whispered, “I don’t care. I am drunk .”
Scoffing, Dean set the glass down. He ran his finger around the rim. “You go first.”
“Well, that’s easy.” Sam straightened, his face split into a smile. “Remember that hunt where we had to check out that haunting at a carnival? And Cas was bitching out the stall vendors for having a rigged game when he couldn’t knock over that last bottle?”
Dean smiled. “Yeah. He was trying to win a teddy bear for Claire.”
“Yes. That time.” Sam frowned, taking a sip of beer. “Although I don’t even remember why he was there in the first place.”
“We prayed to him, after we ganked that ghost. Thought we’d get a kick out of an angel at a carnival.”
Cas had showed up looking very disappointed, refusing to partake in anything until Dean shoved him over to a stall, teasing him into trying out a game. Cas had rolled his eyes, but did what Dean said; even had a small smile on his face as he knocked over a stack of bottles and Dean cheered.
Dean could never understand why Cas did it: bent over backwards for Dean like that.
Well. Now he knew why.
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Chapter 2 “Consequences of Falling” is Up
Fic Title: The Unbroken Pairing: Dean/Castiel Rating: Explicit Word Count: 90 k Warnings/tags: Language, explicit sexual content, fluff & humor, angst with happy ending, pining, hurt/comfort, minor character death, canon typical violence, angel!castiel, grace/soul bond, first time, first kiss, badass!castiel, protective!dean, slow burn
Fic summary:
Dean’s life had been made of running. He ran from a curse that had desolated his life ever since he was a child — whenever he got hurt, he turned into a goddamn human-torch, killing everyone around him — and he ran from himself and his own self-loathing.
But managing all that at the end of a world full of Croats lurking around every corner was easier said than done.
Until a mysterious man with tousled dark hair paired with blue eyes as clear as the sky during a hot summer’s day stopped him from free falling, literally. In one fell swoop, the stranger had not only saved his life but also calmed the wildfire threatening to burn everything in its wake.
There was something about Castiel that made Dean want to stop running but also hid something darker — something Dean couldn’t quite put his finger on. And between soft, pillowy lips and feather-like fingerprints, Cas could very well shatter Dean’s world and maybe help save the whole world in return.
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