Warmer. Warmer. ; Cas, Sam, and Dean; PG-13?; no real spoilers.ferricentMarch 30 2010, 19:27:14 UTC
There are penalties, to breaking His sort of promise.
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Dean, trying to keep his temper---it is hard; He huts so much---says: "I thought you said the... things you lasered on my ribs would hide me." Castiel looks genuinely shocked. "Hide you from The Lord?" A voice pipes in from the other room. "Didn't you ever learn about the story of Jonah?" Like he'd had any fucking idea it'd turn out like this. "Shut up Sam."
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A vow like that---sworn in the presence of an Angel---has no rival in weight among human utterances. Not even the driving tongues of exorcism, or knots of devils' contracts. "I love you." "I need you." and "I promise." are but sound.The worst part---among all the "symptoms"---is the Teeth. A new set every couple of weeks, and each time intruding painfully to substitute themselves in Dean's mouth. Biting into a cheeseburger to find out you've left a little piece of your head in it is almost worse than all the other bits put together, until Dean spends a day half-blind
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A longer version of this would include Dean's "afflictions" lessening whenever he gave Cas a hug or something, and both of them figuring out what God wanted by process of slow trial and error (hence, the title) but I liked it more as a sort of light horror piece.
ooooh, this was a dark and completely unexpected take on this prompt. Dean trying to figure out why he's suffering, and Castiel unable to help. And I like the Jonah parallel! And also Castiel being all D= HIDE YOU FROM THE LORD? In horror. Oh, Cas, ILU.
If you expanded this I'd be very intrigued to see more!
Thank you! I'm very happy you liked it. I might very well stretch this out, but I'm also attracted (as is SPN right now) to a nonpresent God of incomprehensible acts. I figure scoring the Winchesters a couple plane seats mid-flight might only be the upside of that coin.
(The scab thing was an allusion to Job, btw, but I figured I'd pushed the gross dial far enough.)
excellent, creepy-sweet ficlet there. "a nonpresent God of incomprehensible acts. " - THIS, yes. i'm a little - more than a little - wary of any actual manifestation of God on this show.
Re: Warmer. Warmer. ; Cas, Sam, and Dean; PG-13?; no real spoilers.gabby_silangMarch 31 2010, 05:33:08 UTC
It's not a bad whale, as whales go. They have cable channels, and the sheets are clean.
You make me happy in ways I can't quite explain.
I'm sort of mildly obsessed with comparative religion and theology at the moment, and the divide between the inner life of an unknowable ultimate entity/reality vs how we can experience that entity/reality through its/his/whatever's actions or essence or powers that are expressed on the material plane is uh. Something I want there to be just tomes and tomes of indulgent fic about. This is a brilliant start.
I would not only read the extended version of this, I would start a small savings account for it so that it could go to a good school when it got older. I would gather hand-me-down clothes from the children of my cousins. The good children. Not the assholes. I would watch it some evening, so that you could still pretend to live your life out on the town.
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Dean, trying to keep his temper---it is hard; He huts so much---says:
"I thought you said the... things you lasered on my ribs would hide me."
Castiel looks genuinely shocked.
"Hide you from The Lord?"
A voice pipes in from the other room. "Didn't you ever learn about the story of Jonah?" Like he'd had any fucking idea it'd turn out like this.
"Shut up Sam."
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A vow like that---sworn in the presence of an Angel---has no rival in weight among human utterances. Not even the driving tongues of exorcism, or knots of devils' contracts. "I love you." "I need you." and "I promise." are but sound.The worst part---among all the "symptoms"---is the Teeth. A new set every couple of weeks, and each time intruding painfully to substitute themselves in Dean's mouth. Biting into a cheeseburger to find out you've left a little piece of your head in it is almost worse than all the other bits put together, until Dean spends a day half-blind ( ... )
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If you expanded this I'd be very intrigued to see more!
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(The scab thing was an allusion to Job, btw, but I figured I'd pushed the gross dial far enough.)
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The problem with a being like God is how do you do him justice? I prefer he be around but otherwise unknown.
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You make me happy in ways I can't quite explain.
I'm sort of mildly obsessed with comparative religion and theology at the moment, and the divide between the inner life of an unknowable ultimate entity/reality vs how we can experience that entity/reality through its/his/whatever's actions or essence or powers that are expressed on the material plane is uh. Something I want there to be just tomes and tomes of indulgent fic about. This is a brilliant start.
I would not only read the extended version of this, I would start a small savings account for it so that it could go to a good school when it got older. I would gather hand-me-down clothes from the children of my cousins. The good children. Not the assholes. I would watch it some evening, so that you could still pretend to live your life out on the town.
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("When are we gonna go to aunt Gabby's house again? Huh? Huh? Why aren't you cool like her?")
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