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What it says on the tin, folks.
(With a healthy dose of pining)
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Castiel's true form is made of electromagnetic radiation. He has spent the majority of his life, if you really want to add it all up and average the whole thing out, as a wavelength of celestial intent.The thing about being made of light: it's light in the physics sense of the word. Castiel's waves are gamma, x-ray, micro, and radio. He's visible light too, of course, a visible light so intense that it is blinding to most humans.
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16 Aug 2024
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Dean’s expression is dubious where he cocks up one eyebrow. “Cas, this isn’t- There’s nothing I can do about it, okay?” The walls of him, the barb of him that had been there when Castiel stepped into the bathroom, has been reduced to nothing. In these sorts of moments, Dean willingly shows his hurt. And maybe- maybe he will let Castiel help after all. “It’s just… in my head.”
“There’s nothing you can do about it.”
Dean blinks at him, startled.
“Like I said, there’s something I could try.”
Looking down to his hands, then back up to Castiel, Dean seems to hesitate. “And it’ll- it’s not just more soap is it?”
“No, Dean,” the beginnings of something fond make the corners of Castiel’s lips twitch, “it’s not more soap.”
or the one where castiel imagines them all a peaceful cowboy life and helps dean wash his hands
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07 Aug 2024
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It’s like breathing to him at this point, like another limb. Like muscle memory.
Just like every other thoughtless action you do a hundred times a day. Tug at your belt loop so your pants hang right, roll your wrist around after a few hours of driving ‘cause it gets sore if you hold it there for too long, put your hand on Cas’ back or arm or bump his hip or– or– or– anything just as long as it gets him where he needs to go, where you want him. Moves him outta the way, pushes him along, shifts him closer so he can see what you’re showing him. Holds him still. Stands too close. Keeps him too close. Too close, always.
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The fic where Dean and Cas share peaches on a roadtrip. An ode and a curse to Summer weather, and a study in what it means to be hungry.