Featuring angelic crash courses, fluff and angst and emotions alike, Dean dealing with what he is inside, and a heaping pile of what I hope is sufficiently descriptive writing (all wrapped up in a winding, suspenseful plot):
Dean Winchester has always prided himself on his humanity. On being who he is, and not living on the same side of the line as the supernatural beings he'd been raised to hunt.
But what options remain when it's revealed that what he'd known himself to be was never the truth?
Dean's faith in who - and what - he is will be tested by new truths and shadowed by new strengths, and challenges he's never faced will stir and come to light (just in time for him to face them head on).
Will he find it within himself to fight and win?
Or is balance not in the cards for a being with power he's never before had to comprehend?
- Part 1 of Reborn On A Seraph's Wings
Bookmarked by alazne_raine
16 Oct 2021
“If you’re talking about the time you ate all those souls…you had to be stopped, Cas.”
“I agree,” Castiel shrugged, “But would you have tried to kill me if I was a human and had caused such chaos?”
A muscle in Dean’s jaw rippled, “We don’t deal with humans, that’s what the cops are for!”
“Dean…” Sam admonished softly, looking stricken.
Dean blinked, stunned by his own words. “I mean…I didn’t mean –“
Castiel swallowed, closing his eyes against a lance of pain in his chest that had nothing to do with the binding or the sigil. “Yes, you did. And its true, in any case.” Castiel gave him an out, but the words stung. He wasn’t human. Which meant he was – in a hunter’s mind – a creature.
Something inside him felt like it was icing over...
But the thing is, as he gets closer, he has to blink his eyes to make sure he’s seeing things right. Because that’s definitely Jimmy’s body slumped over against the trunk of one of the apple trees, but floating above him is- well, it’s a floating light, a sphere with a one-foot diameter, just hanging out at Dean’s chest level. Dean approaches it carefully with a furrowed brow and half-raised hackles.
“Cas?” Dean prompts slowly. “Is that-”
And the orb is glowing out sweet and white like it could easily be used to keep away the dark in a child’s nursery. It’s so welcoming. Like Dean could just reach out, out, and catch that gentleness in his hands without any sort of consequence.
“Hello, Dean,” the orb hums.
or the one where cas gets expelled from his vessel and he isn't as much of a dude as dean thought he was
When Jack pulls Cas from the Empty, his vessel is damaged. Jack is working on it. In the meantime, Cas is stuck hanging around the bunker in his Trueform.
In other words, the fic where Dean takes Trueform!Cas on little dates and the author has way too much fun with angel lore
He huffs a sigh. “Fine. Just--let’s just make it the law of surprise, shall we? That’s nice and simple, eh? Leave it up to destiny what will bring us back in balance. Let it drop something of yours into my lap, something small, and we’ll call the debt paid.”
Three debts, three repayments.
Bookmarked by alazne_raine
07 Aug 2021