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A celebration of five years of canon Destiel written to accompany my November 5th art works:
Five Months Later & Five Years Later
which were drawn for the fifth anniversary of November 5th 2020.
Five by Five by Five by Treezenith
Rated E, Dean/Castiel, Post-Canon Fix it
Summary:
Two scenes of Dean Winchester and Castiel's relationship told in fives. Their first kiss, five months after Castiel went to the Empty, and their far-from-first kiss, five years after.
Excerpt: (under the cut)
"It’s been five months since the Empty took Cas and five days since Dean got him back. The wound on Dean’s heart is both old and fresh. It’s a bone with a past break that healed badly initially and had to be re-broken to set correctly. It’s a scabbed over gash with new sutures holding it closed.
Getting Cas back was painful. The slow, torturous months of research and bargaining (more like begging, honestly). The final few days of sharp, dangerous hope warring with the threat of utter despair if the ritual— the last-ditch-if-this-doesn’t-work-nothing-will ritual— failed. The physical pain of the Shadow’s snatching hands trying to keep its grip on the both of them as Dean dragged a limp Castiel back through the portal.
The whole ordeal was agony.
But now the healing can get underway in earnest.
The bullet’s been removed from the gunshot wound, and the edges of gaping skin have been stitched closed with dental floss and a curved quilting needle.
Cas is back. Cas is home.
Dean is elated, obviously, it’s just taking his subconscious a little longer to catch up. So when he wakes gasping from a nightmare of sticky, stifling black ooze engulfing Cas, it takes him a good few minutes of despondent sobbing to remember that somewhere in the echoing halls of the bunker, Cas is fine. He’s alive and well and probably reading some dusty old tome written in Coptic or some shit."
mmmmmmm just a scene where cas is with another person, crowley perhaps, where something is happening and cas tries to charge forward and crowley is the one to put his hand on cas’ chest and cas just. fucking ragdolls him out of the way and dean watches crowley, the demon king of hell crowley, fly at least 6 feet away and whoever cas was going after is already on the ground because dean was trying to process this entire thing
Horrified, she whisks the body away and puts him in a suspended Sleeping Beauty state to buy herself some time.
But the surprise is that Sam's ghost is hanging out there like, "OH MY GOD YOU KILLED ME?"
And Rowena is like
😬😬😬😬😬😬😬 "NOT ON PURPOSE, SAMUEL I AM GOING TO FIX THIS"
ANYWAY, when Dean gets suspicious, her cover story is that she and Sam are working a witchcraft case together, but her falsetto is T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E and we all know how bad her acting is... and Dean's not buying it.
So Sam musters his ghost powers and crackles into the receiver, all staticky, saying they need some time because—because “Think of it like a sock on the door, okay?”
....
So now Rowena is locked in her apartment with Sam's corpse and ghost-Sam, pretending she and Sam are on some kind of wild, passionate, romantic getaway.
#Sam and Rowena Weekend at Bernie's type situation with this via @kerryweaverlesbian
Yes!!!!
Side note: Transporting Sam's huge, gangly body must be such a logistics nightmare.
Side side note: I like to think that during her brainstorming sessions, she dresses Sam in better outfits and at one point paints his face with both sparkly butterflies and a curly black moustache.
my problem really deeply is how shallow a tolerance younger people have for old queer media. like yes, it's dated and some of the politics don't hold water anymore, but to ignore older media simply based on that is to loose EVERYTHING we have bc we don't have a lot. just because queer themes caught up more recently doesn't mean we should rehash everything to fit into a more "presentable" format that is only considered modern bc of the puritanical blacklash of the last several years and sanitization of queer themes.
I've seen this clip many times, but never really appreciated the power of "what was her problem?" Just casually assuming that lesbians come in a wide variety of shapes and being inclusive. As a transbian who is probably still closer to Homer shaped than to my ideal, that's huge!
oh you wanted T as in testosterone. i thought you meant T as in T-virus resident evil. well the good news is that you're still gonna transform at least
I need to be physically restrained from ebay. There are so many wonders to behold. And it makes me wanna beholding them wonders after i purchase them,,,,
[white knuckling the bathroom sink, through gritted teeth] I am not going to spend $120 on star trek figures when i already have a sent en route in the mail. I am not going to spend $120 on star trek figures when i already have a sent en route in the mail. I am not going to spend $120 on star trek figures—
Thinking about the two Kirk vs AI episodes in which the AI is most existentially threatening to him personally:
"What Are Little Girls Made Of?"
KIRK: Well, there's one difference between us. I'm hungry.
KIRKBOT: The difference is your weakness, captain, not mine.
KORBY: One at a time, gentlemen. Captain?
KIRK: Eating is a pleasure, sir. Unfortunately, one you will never know.
KIRKBOT: Perhaps, but I will never starve, sir.
"The Ultimate Computer":
WESLEY [on viewscreen]: Our compliments to the M-5 unit, and regards to Captain Dunsel. Wesley out.
[He cuts the call. Kirk is quietly but clearly upset.]
MCCOY: Dunsel? Who the blazes is Captain Dunsel? [The bridge crew clearly understands the insult where Bones doesn't.] What does it mean, Jim? [Kirk silently leaves.] Spock? What does it mean?
SPOCK: Dunsel, Doctor, is a term used by midshipmen at Starfleet Academy. It refers to a part which serves no useful purpose.
[Cut to Kirk in his quarters, still working. McCoy arrives with a plate covered by a cloth, and clearly multiple items beneath the cloth.]
KIRK [still more muted than anything else]: I'm not interested in eating, Bones.
being a kid and hearing adults say stuff like "woah 2011 was 4 years ago haha" didn't really convey the fucking horror of a youtube video crossing my recommended labelled "9 years ago" and it's from 2017. that's not true. 9 years ago is 2010 or something. don't lie.
