“Alone, lying,thinking last night,how to find my soul a home, where water is not thirsty, and bread loaf is not stone. I came up with one thing, and I don’t believe I’m wrong. That nobody but nobody can make it out here alone”
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So yesterday was @wanderingcas birthday and she mentioned a few days ago that she wanted me to write a femslash version of her amazing fic, Passing Ships, so I wrote the first half of chapter two :)
Happy birthday, Sam! Love you!
eases off the gas as they enter the school zone and Cas stares almost in awe as
the building comes into view. It’s nicer than she expected, almost homey with
its white-washed bricks and Victorian windows laced with the not-yet shriveled
vines of summer. There’s evidence of a beautiful garden during warmer seasons
and an expansive field of grass surrounding the whole property.
It’s like no
school Cas has ever seen and she shares her thoughts with Deanna.
“It’s a Montessori
school,” Deanna explains as she parks the car. “Lots of funding, super fancy. I
probably wouldn’t even have this job if Sam’s wife’s sister hadn’t taught music
“What do you teach?” Cas asks.
Cas almost smiles at memories of Claire in first grade, with
her blonde pigtails and Barbie backpack.
“Well, see you in seven hours,” Deanna says as she opens the
Cas scrambles out of the passenger door. “I’m coming too.”
Deanna squawks like that’s the funniest thing she’s ever
heard. “The hell you are.”
“I have to be able to observe you,” Cas says as she trails
after the blonde. “There was no point in me coming here with you if I can’t
even see you.”
“Then I guess you should just hitch a ride back to… wherever
the hell cupids stay.” Deanna waves a noncommittal hand. “Whatever. See ya
She’s just about to open the front door when Cas barks,
“Deanna. My orders are to understand what is preventing your soulmate
connection. In order to do that, I must be allowed to observe you in your
day-to-day activities. This is Heaven’s will and I am going to follow my
instructions to the best of my ability, so I am coming into this school.”
Cas can hear Deanna’s strained exhale before the woman turns
around, lips pursed. There’s still fight in her eyes but she just closes them
and sighs again. “Fine,” she grits and points a finger at Cas. “But you don’t
say a word, got it? Nothing about this soulmate bullshit. This is my job, and if you get me fired, Heaven
will have hell to pay.”
Cas nods once. “I understand.”
Deanna just rolls her eyes and yanks the door open before
impatiently gesturing Cas through.