The Dangers Of Going Native-- 22to22 and deancasarelove
Title: The Dangers of Going Native
Authors: 22to22 and deancasarelove (.tumblr.com, respectively)
Characters: Jimmy Novak, Claire Novak, Amelia Novak, Leviastiel
Rating: We suck at rating things. Just heed the warnings
Warnings: Gore, body horror
Words: ~5904
Summary: He’s still Jimmy Novak who has never had anything bad happen to him. Isn’t he?
He figures the angel must have finally let him go. He doesn’t have it in him to question anything, he’s just so glad to be unchained. He goes home as fast as he can; he’ll beg Amelia to take him back, he’ll do anything she wants. He just needs to be Jimmy Novak who has never had anything bad happen to him.
Amelia makes them sandwiches like she used to. Claire doesn’t ask about saying Grace anymore; he imagines if she did, he’d say he’s felt enough Grace for a lifetime. But at the beginning of every meal, Jimmy can feel a pang in the hole Castiel left in his chest. The edges are still rough and calloused, and Amelia’s cooking turns to ash in his mouth. He finishes his sandwich.
At night, Jimmy dreams of the vast pall of space. He dreams of twisting bodies that move without reason. Whispers hiss and steam in a different language, an old language, even older than the tongues of angels—maybe older than God’s, he fears. In the morning he wakes to dried blood on his pillow trailing from his ear.
He empties the refrigerator of leftovers and takes to eating food straight from the can. He doesn’t understand why he’s so hungry; he doesn’t understand why anything he eats lays heavy and ashen on his tongue. Maybe it’s a lingering effect from Castiel’s brush with Famine. That’s the theory he goes with, but it doesn’t explain the dreams.
It doesn’t explain the singing.
