Dean Winchester is the owner of the local restaurant Family Business. One day as he takes out the trash he has an encounter with a mysterious homeless man who is dumpster diving the book store's trash. Little does Dean know that this little encounter will change his life forever.
Castiel ran through the woods, his paws leaving deep marks in the dirt. He followed the crying and eventually burst through undergrowth and bushes into a clearing.
A young child, maybe four or five, sat in the grass, bawling. Castiel immediately shifted to his human form and approached the child. It looked at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. Castiel crouched next to him. The boy was a Werewolf, Castiel could tell. Castiel emitted soothing pheromones, and the boy calmed.
"What's wrong?" Castiel asked. The pup sniffed and rubbed at his eyes with dirty hands.
"My omega-daddy is hurt and won't wake up." The pup sobbed, and Castiel's world froze.
Castiel lived far from society, content with the fact that he would likely spend the rest of his life alone. The chance encounter of an omega and his young pup running for their lives changed that.
The horrid times of when Castiel finds out about corny pick up lines through Siri and begins to use them on his boyfriend, Dean Winchester. However, Dean refused to be a part of this bullshit.
- Part 6 of My Destiel Heart
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Hieroglyphs: The Celestial Conspiracies - Talhí Briones: Inspired
25 Jan 2020
The man wears a long dark cloak made of the feathers of a raven, or perhaps they are wings folded about his body. Locks of hair like fire roll across his shoulders. He approaches carrying a basket in the crook of his arm, the basket is filled to the brim with apples.
The steps to the temple are not yet worn with age.
The temple is circular, with seven pillars holding up a domed roof.
There is a man in the center of the temple.
He is on his knees, head bowed and weeping.
The wings folded over his face are covered with blue eyes, dripping with tears. The pairs of wings upon his back radiate out and flex against the silver chains that hold them to the pillars.
His feathers are strewn about him, and the man with the dark cloak does not know if they have clipped his wings or if the angel had torn them out in his own distress.
The chained man’s robes flutter in the breeze.
Inspired by art made by Talhí Briones for her novel Hieroglyphs: The Celestial Conspiracies by Talhí Briones
“Well,” Stiles says, “if they’re going to hunt werewolves, I’m going to hunt them.”
It’s a ridiculous statement from a ten-year-old, but he’s obviously one hundred percent sincere. For the first time since the fire, Peter feels life stir inside him, feels purpose. It’s kismet, clearly. He’ll never meet the child he would have had with Olivia. Instead he’s met this boy, this brilliant, determined, cynical child with a world of potential.
Peter kneels down in front of him so they’re at eye level. “How do you feel about doing that together?”
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23 Jan 2020