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asdfjkl;kjfda you always get me RIGHT in the gut.

I love you too much.

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awww omg it totally counts, John's lips were rehymenated XD

aweeeeeeesome <3 <3 <3

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Show off.

Meh, I'm just kidding, hun. These are lovely, as your writing invariably is. ^_^

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well it's my meme, i have to do something special :P :DDDD *smoosh*

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::smooshes you back::

You're very right. And because it's your meme, and I'm trying to recover my muse after the relationship blow-out Friday...

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**smoooooooooooosh forever**

I loved the one you wrote thooo. And I also loved your tags. Looking forward to tagging them back, doll.

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He didn't even remember how he could have ended there, standing alone in the rain on the edge of a road. The sound of drops water slid on the leaves was deafening, and Castiel had drunk too much, perhaps every sound was amplified because of this. He had left Bobby's house because he couldn't sleep, one of the many human things he should have to learn eventually, but the apocalypse was near, and he was useless. Dean was always in silence, ignoring him, and now more than ever, Castiel was lonely and desperate. All the sacrifices for nothing, all ending with a empty bottle in his hand, soaked to the bone, in a way through trees. He could almost feel the tears coming up his eyes, another human thing he had to learn to hold back, but that did not have the time to learn.
A white light forced him to close his eyes, but then he opened them, thinking that, maybe, one of his brothers had come to pick him up, to help him, bring him back. But Dean get out of that light, misty lighthouse of the Impala behind him.
"What the hell Cas, I searched for hours!"
Castiel did not answer, he was about to faint from the cold. And he did not understand why, but just the idea of Dean searching for him and his chest was filled with warmth. Not even alcohol could make him feel like that.
"Dean ..?"
"No, Mother Teresa! Who can looking for you, huh?"
Dean grabbed Cas by one arm and pushed him toward the car.
"I don't know...my father, maybe"
"your-" Dean stopped. "you are still waiting .." Dean did not seem to find the breath to finish the sentence.
"of course."
Dean smiled and shook his head.
"Cas you ...."
"you're going to tell me to stop waiting for him .."
"No, I did not want to say that .."
"then what?"
"You can't..." Dean licked his wet lips and ran a hand through his hair. "You can't disappear on me, okay? not now. "
".. i am not an angel anymore, I can't help you, I-"
"I don't need you for your powers, Cas .."
"then for what? why you can just leave me here.. .. I-"
His mouth was closed by Dean one a moment later. And suddenly Cas did not remember what was going to say. Dean's skin was wet from the rain, but his lips were warm and his hands covering his cheeks were firm and safe. In that kiss there were all those words that Dean would never have said to him: "because I need you. because you give me a meaning. Because I no longer know how to live without you." and every touch of his lips seemed to say something more. Castiel closed his eyes, feeling the rain on his tongue when he opened his mouth to feel Dean taste. He grabbed Dean jacket at the waist, until his hands closed over his back. And everything was impossibly warm, even in the middle of the storm. Maybe both would die in one of the following days, maybe the storm would have killed them that night, but nothing and no one would separate them anyway.

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i am sorry for my bad english! I wanted to write something, I hope it's understandable. *ashamed*

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Hello, dear! A new face \o/ Lovely and desperate!!! May they find solace in each other....

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i'm so glad you did!!!!!! *hugs* thanks baby doll!!

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♥ This is so tender. It makes me want to stick my fingers in my ears and pretend that they'll live happily ever after together.

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It feels like a thousand years, but it’s finally over. The team back together, battered but still standing, stronger together.

Danny hadn’t been sure it would happen. Had been afraid that, despite their best efforts, they’d be one man short when all was said and done.

It’s that fear that drives the car to Steve’s apartment building. Fear that brings him to Steve’s doorstep with beer and nonsense words about keeping Steve from brooding too much. Fear that Steve really isn’t home and safe, is still back in that cell, unless Danny can see that he’s there.

If Steve notices, he doesn’t call Danny on it. Instead, they watch Kelly’s Heroes and order in and exchange meaningless banter, the way partners do when the weight of the world isn’t on their shoulders.

Danny doesn’t mean to fall asleep. It’s a doze, really, brought about by nothing more than the lull of alcohol and food mixed with the drop in stress hormones now that Steve being back where he belongs is more real to him. But he wakes when he hears the sound of thunder on the horizon, and sees the balcony door open. “Steve?”

“Out here.”

Padding out in his sock feet, Danny finds Steve leaning against the wall of the balcony, gazing across the landscape as the storm rolls in. There’s enough wind to blow the rain at them in a fine mist, giving the moment a surreality, like something in a dream. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve replies, though his voice lacks anything convincing behind the syllable. “Just… thinking.”

The fear comes back, heavy in Danny’s gut: fear that Steve will think too much, will get lost in the dark places in his head and never come back. Or worse, take one risk too many and wind up on a slab, leaving Danny to pick up the shattered pieces of his life alone.

But there’s no fear in the way Danny steps in and takes hold of Steve’s shirt in both hands, leaning up to press his lips against Steve’s, absorbing the other man’s surprise into the kiss as the wind scatters raindrops against their skin, warm against the faint chill of the evening.

When Danny draws back, he can’t go far; Steve’s densely muscled arms are around him, and Steve’s looking at him with a kind of wonder in the ice blue of his eyes. “Don’t,” Danny chides softly. “At least, not tonight.”

There’s a faint crinkle in the corners of Steve’s eyes, and his voice is warmer, more present as he says “okay” before closing the distance between them again, chasing Danny’s fears away.

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you

T_T

I love you and I love this and yes ok just yes

the poor hurt shy boys they neeeeeeed each other
omg

*ded*

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I love you, too, BB. I only write H50 to make you happy. ^_^ Glad you like this one.

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asherahseren.livejournal.com

thank you so much!!<3 i adore your fics! :')

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You have no idea how much good it does me to have you tell me my writing is any good at all. I adore you so much & you're so fricking brilliant. ::glomps you & cuddles you up::

I really hope my muse recovers soon. I wanna be able to tag back when you tag me. X(

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ajkela;jk;. your writing is more than any good, it always gets me right in the speshul place!!! *smush* give yourself time and room. it will come, my love. <3

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It was perhaps apt, that the release of the monster souls from Castiel was accompanied by the most violent storm Sam had ever seen. The raindrops were sharp and thin, each one a tiny pinprick on his skin, their assault exacerbated by the howling wind. In the middle of a charred field knelt Castiel, still in that goddamned trench coat, he was as rigid as a statue. The former god didn’t seem to be bothered by the rain, or, Sam thought, he might be too far gone to notice. Suddenly, a lightning cracked across the sky, followed by an earth shattering thunder. A flicker of life was jolted back into Castiel’s eyes, and Sam saw guilt, sorrow, atonement. Not unlike what he used to see in the mirror, but more importantly, he saw love.

Sam made his way across the field and sank to his knees in front of Castiel. Then, as if it was the most natural thing to do, he cupped Castiel’s face and kissed. Castiel’s lips were cold, barely responsive, but Sam felt Castiel’s sigh of gratitude. Sam was thankful too, in a morbid kind of way, that Castiel’s very last memory was his very first kiss.

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But... but... but... *sobs*

MAKE IT BETTAR. ;_;

beautiful and soul-crushing, bb!

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He's too tall, really. Castiel has to bend his head backwards almost uncomfortably to look the taller Winchester in the eyes. He gets rain in his eyes and has to blink every few seconds, and he suspects it looks like he's crying.

Sam strokes away the raindrops from his cheeks, and they feel more like tears than ever. Then he cups Castiel's chin gently before he dips down to press a chaste kiss against the angel's mouth.

It tastes like tears, not rain, Castiel notices dimly. He's standing on his toes, but it still feels like Sam has to bend in half just to reach him. He's never felt more vulnerable than he is right now; more human. If it weren't for the kiss, for Sam, Castiel would hate it.

Castiel lets out a shuddering breath as Sam's lips leaves his. He feels empty. Even as a first kiss, Castiel's first kiss in history, it's still goodbye.

The younger Winchester sighs, a quiet sound against the rain, and turns to go back to the house. Castiel doesn't move; instead watching Sam as he makes his way back to his brother and his life.

Castiel stands in the rain with his eyes closed, so no one can see the tears.

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BETWEEN YOU AND

vicious_sock I'M DEAD AND CRYING FOREVER. GO FIX IT YOU TWO.

amazing. so sad. ;_; thank you doll!

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Oh wow.

If this was only canon. *starry-eyed*

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THIS. THIS SO MUCH.

NNG.

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LOL
I hadn't even read the others before I wrote this; was too afraid it might seem like I was ripping someone off. And then I post it right after

vicious_sock *facepalm*

XD

You're welcome, hon. I humbly offer some words for all the ones I've squeed over from you;)

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