Seriously, why’s that female in the first pic? Could someone explain?
However, let’s forget about her. Let’s focus on fallen Cas —
OH GOD LOOK AT CAS’ FACE. HE’S LIKE OH MY DEAN YOU’RE SO PRETTYYYY. Seriously what’s wrong with me. It’s not good time to post. I’m going a stir crazy. Too many energy drinks. Just read these. Fallen Cas. Good. Caffeine.
Title: the taste of gravel in the mouth
Words: 22,395 – Finished
Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Admin J’s notes: THIS ONE RIGHT HERE. Read it. Reeeeeaaad it. I fucking love it. I can give up Heaven for this. I volunteer! I’m here! Take me!
Summary: This is what Cas gave up Heaven for: greasy diner food, shitty motel rooms with even shittier cable, long car rides spent in complete silence except for the same six tapes playing over and over again, and a burnt-out husk of a man who can barely hold a conversation anymore.
Admin J’s notes: Good old fashion case fic. Once in awhile you just need to read these. Unless you’re Admin A who doesn’t read non-AU fics ever. It’s strange. I need this kinda situation happen in the show. Can you see this coming? CAN YOU?
Summary: After a close call on a hunt, Dean and Cas try to work out their frustration.
Admin J’s notes: I love this! I hate the part in which Dean tells Cas to go. I want to go and slap Dean on the face and be like YOU FOOL DON’T LET HIM GO HE CAN’T EVEN BRUSH HIS TEETH. Now I get my happy story in which Dean wasn’t stupid. (No, I wasn’t thinking about the fact that Sam might have died.)
Summary: Despite Zeke’s threats, Dean doesn’t tell Cas to leave the bunker. He revels in their burgeoning relationship, content to end his day with Cas asleep on his shoulder, even if they’ll always sleep in separate rooms. Cas is it for him. But when Cas begins to experience physical urges he can’t control, he asks Dean for a hand—metaphorically, and later, literally.
Admin J’s notes: Good old Case fic! This is a newer one, so pretty much one of the fics that I have recently read. It’s good, I like Cas in it and I like how Dean and Cas are. Very canon. My brains are not working.
Summary: They went back and forth on whether or not to make the drive until Sam found an article in the town’s local paper dated a week earlier about a lobster fisherman who swore a monster sank his boat.
Admin J’s notes: This is so saaaad. Makes me so sad. I wanna cry now and I just read the summary.
Summary: In 2009, a man who claims to speak to God gives the not-quite-an-angel-anymore Castiel his Polaroid camera. “Use it wisely,” he warns. “Cameras are a strange sort of magic. They hold on to the energy of the moments they capture and keep it alive past its time. That’s why we should only take photographs of our happiest moments. There’s no sense prolonging our pain or sadness, but love and joy are worth saving.”
During the next five years, Castiel superstitiously takes nine photographs of his happiest moments. When a second Dean arrives from the past, Castiel knows he’s been sent to witness something catastrophic, something so terrible Zachariah believes it will scare Dean into accepting his destiny. He senses the end is near, but Castiel can’t quite bring himself to take the final photograph. Dean does it for him.
“I LOVE SOLAS I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HIM PROTECT MY PRECIOUS LITTLE FLUFF PUPPY DON’T YOU SEE HE’S SO SAAAAD!”
“OH MY GOD FUCK THIS GUY WHO THE FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS WHAT A SANCTIMONIOUS DOUCHE CANOE I’M GOING TO KICK HIS ASS SO HARD!”
I love how polarizing this character is.
I think perhaps my feelings are in the middle, like,
“AS YOUR FRIEND I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT YOU ARE BEING A TOTAL FUCKWAD RIGHT NOW. COME HOME IMMEDIATELY, DUMMY, YOU’RE MISSING TACO NIGHT.” And then I would squirt him with a water bottle and possibly flick his forehead really hard with my fingers.