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Something RealThe angel had slipped, he had tripped, and now he was falling. It was so so far and so dark, his plummet, the Earth beneath him a harsh and cruel thing. He knew that, he had seen it, he had watched the world for centuries.
He had been disloyal to his race, his had disobeyed, he had doubted, and now he was being banished. Yet he still feared as the ground came rushing up to meet him.
When the hunter had found him and carried him home, setting his bones as he slept, he felt so much. Even unconscious he could feel the pain of shattered bones, of torn out wings, of screaming muscles. Even unconscious he could feel Dean’s fingers intertwined in his own.
It took over a week before Castiel woke up, blood in his eyes and pain tingling his nerves. His fingers clutched Dean’s in return as his back arched and he shuddered in the agony of mortality. Dean was there though, hushing him, wiping the tears and sweat from his face, stroking his hair, never letting go of him.
Sam was smart, e
Cinders 5When Bella finally woke up it was with a moan and a turned shoulder. She didn’t want to be awake. She kept turning away from the light, kept turning away from Brer, and kept pulling the blankets over her matted hair. Ashley tried to speak to her, but she kept ignoring her. She had always liked sleeping in, but she was hurt as well, she needed extra rest.
Ashley, on the other hand, felt like she had never been hurt. She still had the scabs, but the aching had faded away from her muscles and bones. Whatever was in that salve that Brer had made, it made a huge difference. Bella looked alright, although she was pale, but she looked like she was on the tail end of her injuries.
“Come on, Bella.” She murmured, pulling the blankets down to reveal her face and stroke the space between her eyebrows, something she remembered, dreamlike, her father doing to her when she was sick. What did he even look like? She couldn’t remember anything about him, but she remembered the e
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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