[fic] whit_merule: O, brave new world!
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Title: O, brave new world!
Writer: whit_merule
Alternate links: On Ao3
Status of work: complete
Characters and/or pairings: Dean/Sam, Dean/Castiel, Dean/Sam/Castiel
Rating: Explicit
Warnings, kinks & contents: None
Length: 9500
Summary:
“Are you okay?” Sam put in, and Dean was fiercely stupidly grateful because he couldn’t ask it himself.
“I,” Castiel said, and he sounded so fucking lost. “Metatron was lying.”
“Oh, y’think?” Dean snapped out, and snatched the phone from Sam. “Where are you?”
“I’m not,” Castiel said, and, “I don’t know. Dean, everything is written in Italian, and I should be able to read it but I can’t remember most of the words and I can’t feel the Earth’s magnetic field or where the equator is or this vessel’s negotiations with gravity, Dean, I don’t know where I am.”
Reccer's notes: This is described as an epilogue to season 8, and it picks up right where that left off. The feel of it manages to be both urgent and dreamlike, with the fallen angels they pass as they race to the bunker, some looking more human than others. I liked this for the strangeness of the new world; the emotional goodness between Sam and Dean; the idea that a part of Sam is always going to be seeing Castiel as an angel, and that if an angel thinks well of him, he might not be so bad; the scope of the scenario, being a worldwide thing rather than just North America; and the way the threesome doesn't feel like a 2+1, but the three of them coming together in a new way, all connected. It's just gorgeous overall, really :).
[Short excerpt]
One hour, two hours. Two more angels on or by the road. One of them hadn’t survived the fall - either that or he’d been taken out by a hit-and-run since.
Then they passed a field, in which something was glowing. It was a sickly pale kind of glow, and whatever it was it dwarfed the little herd of cattle that was huddling fretfully in one corner of the field. Dean only caught a glimpse of long rippling curves and something flung out like a vast arm before they were past it. All he could think, stupidly, was that he’d figured they’d be larger, like that.
Sam broke the silence, after a minute. His voice was still a weak sort of rasp.
“I wonder how many of them fell into the sea.”
Dean set his jaw, and drove faster.