Spoilers: this is actually exactly how it happened. thanks to shifty-gardener and crazykookie.Gordon Walker had not spent the past four eternities bobbing in the roiling seas of Purgatory only to wake up in the body of an ex-angel staring at the face of Dean Winchester
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To the delight of all trillion souls inside of him, Castiel spent the next month of so reeking havoc and feeling righteous about it. He burned out a minister's tongue in front of his parish, forced the KKK to disband, and smote a center for motivational speakers. This was highly entertaining, by far more action-packed than Gordon's normal weekends spent crawling the gravel of endless roadsides or festering upon the shores of the murky sea, watching Leviathan pluck their prey out of the swells with lazy tentacles
( ... )
Due to his inside knowledge of the Winchesters and co., Gordon eventually moved up to the prime real-estate that was Castiel’s elbow. There he lived like a king, and was trampled far less, and was farther away from the frankly quite startling Leviathan who seemed to be plotting something. Best to keep his distance. He and others who had known the Winchesters became something like comrades
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Gordon had been feeling a niggling worry for the past few days. Castiel spent at least five hours every morning in Crowley’s trailer bathroom staring at his distended and roiling stomach in the mirror as Crowley pretended not to notice his distress, or well didn’t care. Crowley was pleasantly warmed with scotch, penning pithy notes to Bobby from his spot in his armchair to be delivered by messenger demon while Crowley groaned in pain. It was definitely a matter for concern
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The souls yelled out such desperate bids for citizenship as one, because, out of pure necessity, they had all become addicted to the drama that was the Winchester gospel.
Purgatory was the forgotten lands, where there was no rule or direct torture, only a gradual erosion by boredom
I ♥ your Purgatory.
Dean stirred in his sleep. Castiel didn’t blink.
“Nuts,” thought Gordon.
WELL PLAYED, MY FRIEND.
the mediocre literature in Purgatory - mostly those little religious comic books and 90s confessional-style teen lit
*spittake*
“So, the King of Hell loves the bearded guy who’s a fucking asshole," asked a minotaur. "-then Crowley must have been like a breath of fresh air after all that drama. No strings attached relationship, a real badass."
ILU
Gordon eventually moved up to the prime real-estate that was Castiel’s elbow.
Damn you, I choked on toast. I hope you're happy.
After he smote many a member in the offices of Michele Bachmann, some of the more conservative constituents started a mosh pit deep in his belly.
ILU
The void of Purgatory sucked at the mortal world with terrifying gravitas.
"Nooooo! Don’t make us go, we need to know what happens!”
I am so happy you like this. I wasn't sure where to go with this so...yes. Basically I'm just glad you like it. I had a lot of fun thinking this through.
It was a thought that had occurred to me when 06x22 aired, and at first I thought, "this is shiny and full of continuity! I should write it!" Then, however, I failed at having any ideas whatsoever about what it would look like. So, yeah, your realization was much cleverer and more fun and nuanced than I'd dreamed. Thank you so much, bb! ♥
Gordon Walker is with Castiel, now.
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“Will incest land them in hell?”
“Don’t make us go, we need to know what happens!”
The souls yelled out such desperate bids for citizenship as one, because, out of pure necessity, they had all become addicted to the drama that was the Winchester gospel.
This whole thing is so awesome. :D
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I ♥ your Purgatory.
Dean stirred in his sleep. Castiel didn’t blink.
“Nuts,” thought Gordon.
WELL PLAYED, MY FRIEND.
the mediocre literature in Purgatory - mostly those little religious comic books and 90s confessional-style teen lit
*spittake*
“So, the King of Hell loves the bearded guy who’s a fucking asshole," asked a minotaur.
"-then Crowley must have been like a breath of fresh air after all that drama. No strings attached relationship, a real badass."
ILU
Gordon eventually moved up to the prime real-estate that was Castiel’s elbow.
Damn you, I choked on toast. I hope you're happy.
After he smote many a member in the offices of Michele Bachmann, some of the more conservative constituents started a mosh pit deep in his belly.
ILU
The void of Purgatory sucked at the mortal world with terrifying gravitas.
"Nooooo! Don’t make us go, we need to know what happens!”
ILU
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