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Stupid Black Dog.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid...
Castiel liked that word. It fit so many things. Most of all, right now, was Dean's hellhound.
Black Dog had been chasing Mimi, poor thing, all around, until Mimi's leash had gotten itself wrapped around him, which would have been okay except then Black Dog had barreled into him to get to Mimi, ( Read more... ) -
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Mimi was yipping and Castiel sighed ( Read more... ) -
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The moon hung low in the sky, not a cloud in sight. That and the occasional torch along the boardwalk helped light his way ( Read more... ) -
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Castiel was a little dazed when he finally made it home that night. He didn't bother to clean himself or change, after a quick cursory check to make sure Mimi and Muffin had clean water and enough food to last til morning, he collapsed onto his bed and slept. He felt like he could sleep for a week.
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Castiel woke up feeling out of sorts. He laid in bed trying to figure out why. The previous day he'd acted...unlike himself. He'd felt things he'd never felt before, and he understood now why Kara had said they weren't real. Because just like that, the feeling was gone. That almost suffocating, knee-deep feeling of love and devotion. Maybe ( Read more... ) -
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Castiel turned the card over in his hands, something of a permanent frown on his face. He did not know what exactly a date entailed. The two humans with which he had spent most of his time on Earth observing did not go on dates. And even though Dean had a steady girlfriend, Castiel still wasn't sure they had datesThere were several people he could ( Read more... ) -
an angel and a pilot walk into a church...
Castiel sat in a pew in the front, as a person would do on Sunday or any day, in a place of worship. That was all he was anymore, a person who could only pray and hope God heard them. Castiel did not doubt that God existed still, no matter what Zachariah said. His Father could not 'leave the building', his Father was the building. But here, on this ( Read more... ) -
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Castiel did not know the first thing about making a bracelet. He thought of the leather strap Dean wore, the cord, and the cord around his neck that held the amulet. The closest he could come to such things were his own shoelaces. He gazed down at them morosely. They would not do. -
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Sleep faded into a dream too vivid to be fake.
Everything changed, and though it probably happened within the span of a second, it felt like the longest second of Castiel's life. Senses heightened, others dulled and Castiel's emotions melted, shifted, changed into something else. He knew more, felt more, but it was different.
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Castiel watched the slump of Dean's shoulders, tension so thick it was as if it was holding him together entirely. The area where their huts were built was coming up. They hadn't been there in two days. He watched, stopping when Dean did. A few approached him, tried to comfort with touches and words Castiel couldn't hear. He watched as Dean stalked ( Read more... )