I’m guessing you can’t hear me squeal over your own squeals, but I’ll just keep at it a little longer, okay? Okay.
Man, this episode read like very good fanfiction, and while I’m disappointed Dean never found out Cas used to be a woman (although, they did have a conversation about that, so Steve gets points anyway), everything else was plain amazing. I’m actually tempted to do a recap that’s just shouting words into the void, because, seriously, that would be enough, but - okay, let me watch that thing again and then I’ll write a proper meta.
So, let’s get one thing out of the way: we already know why this story works so damn well, but it’s worth saying it one more time, because this is what the whole episode was about.
A human and an angel: not meant to be.
Ishim said humans are dangerous to angels, and I agree with him: if angels want to understand humans, to truly become friends with them, to live among them - well - look at what’s that done to Cas. Caring about humans is, apparently, different than caring about another angel; it forces you to give up something deep inside yourself. You become - weaker, unhappy. Doubt-ridden. Trapped between two worlds, and fit for neither. And as for humans - if they truly wish to get closer to angels - to speak their language, to know enough about their magic and weapons to be able help them when they’re in trouble or hurt - that literally costs them their souls.
It’s a tragedy. It’s doomed.
But, of course, it’s not completely hopeless. What would be the point of writing a love story if you know from the start nothing can never happen at all? No - love can conquer all, and this episode dangled it in front of us - the angel who chose humanity, who tried to defend the person he loved from his own brothers, and the human who was fascinated with angels and knew enough about them to make it work.
(They had a daughter, sort of, and let’s cry about that for the rest of eternity, because can you see it? Dean loves kids, and -)
Anyway. We’ve known for a while that angels - I mean, the price Cas paid for his loyalty to the Winchesters (his love for Dean) - that’s harrowing. But this idea that humans need to sacrifice their soul to become closer to angels - thanks for that, Steve. I’m fine.
And surely, at this point, there is no other way this could end? Because what Sam and Cas share - yeah, that’s what friendship looks like, but Dean and Cas - right. And so Cas went and said it (“You mean too much to me.”) and Dean just holed up in his room for the rest of the week? He never said a word to Cas? And, Jesus, Cas thinks Dean’s angry? At him? I’m glad this, at least, was spelled out clearly, because apparently some people still don’t get it and read Dean’s emotions at face value and no, Dean was not angry - he was worried out of his damn mind, and he’s got reason to be, because Cas still doesn’t fucking get it: “I don’t regret what I did, even if it costs me my life”.
The idiot - the useless, fucking idiot.
(“Smelly. Dirty. Twice the worry about getting ganked.”)
A/N: Companion piece to Fragments Can be read alone. Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine.
Written for @because-imma-lady-assface ‘s 300 Follower Challenge. My prompt was: “You brought liquor into a movie theater? That is so classy.”
all the arguments you’d ever had with your father, this was by far the worst.
You rarely argued, but when you did, they had a tendency to be brutal. Both of
you were stubborn and unrelenting, hardheaded and unwilling to back down. “I’m
not going back there!” You screamed in Bobby’s face, so loud the books in the
bookcase rattled. “I’m a full time hunter! It’s time you accepted that!”
17 years old! You’re finishing high school!” Bobby yelled back. “It’s what your
mother would’ve wanted!”
you dare!” You abruptly turned, nostrils flaring with pure rage. “Don’t you
dare bring mom into this! That’s low even for you.” You turned away and grabbed
your bag and the keys to your Dodge Coronet Super Bee and marched to the door,
swinging it open so hard the hinges busted.
are you goin’, Y/N?” Bobby demanded, pinching the bridge of his nose between
his thumb and forefinger. “We’re not done here.”
We are very done.” You slammed the broken door and stomped to the car, throwing
your bag inside and shoving the key in the ignition, speeding out of the
scrapyard as quick as the old car would allow, leaving your father in a cloud
Written for: Ash’s 300 W&G Challenge / Michelle’s AU & Things Challenge / SPN HWC – Week 17
Prompt: “Speaking of chairs, you look like a fun place to sit.” / Professor AU / “Tell me something I don’t know about you.”(Quotes are bolded in the story)
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Smut, Angst, AU
A/N: So I found a great way for all of this to be wrapped up in one fic. Well, I sincerely hope it works and it’s enjoyable. Thanks to all the wonderful organizers of Challenges. It’s very hard but a ton of fun. All errors are my own, gifs found on the google, and feedback is greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading!
Summary: Upon returning home to finish school and care for your father after an accident sees your best friend Meg taking you out for a night of fun. It leads you into the arms of the man of your dreams. But what’s a dream come true without a nice slap of reality?
“I’m just so happy you finally transferred here, Y/N,” Meg grinned pushing another shot across the table at you.
“So you could have someone to drink with on a Thursday night?”
Meg looked at you for a moment before shrugging, “Either way this year is going to be epic.”
You’d made the decision to go to a closer college for your last year of college due to your Dad’s accident. Bobby Singer taking to using a wheelchair was an obstacle in and of itself. Thankfully you’d convinced him the nearby college had a better program for your degree and that seemed to appease him for the time being. Meg was your high school best friend and had convinced you to give up daughter duty for a night of drinking before classes started on Monday. However, she had a late shift Friday through Sunday so tonight was your best option.
“I don’t know about epic but I’ll be glad to put it all behind me. I have that paid internship at the hospital starting next week and as long as I graduate and pass my boards I’ll be an RN in no time,” you held up a shot as she toasted you.
“Oh damn,” Meg jumps up. “I’m going to go find the restroom, order another round and request some dancing music.”