I don’t think you guys should be allowed to have bad days ???
-throws cats at you-
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@femmechester: Wildlife rescue officer Dean and Cas with an injured bird of your choice (whose injuries are obviously not that bad).
So this is a first: Dean drops his paperwork as a shirtless guy walks in – actually maybe he’s just half-naked but not entirely shirtless as a starched, white button-up appears to be in his arms wrapped around something large… with talons… and as it gives a sad little chirrup, Dean can tell it’s an eagle, nearly full-grown.
The man is wild-haired, “You have to help me,” he says, “she was grounded, I saw her on the edge of the forest,” he just meets Dean at the counter and places the bird down, gentle as he can, and keeps a grip around the mass while pulling one side of the shirt up to reveal a damaged wing, “please help,” the guy practically begs, and Dean tries to calm him while calling back to Amelia.
He waits for the bird out in the office, Dean even hears him call out of work so he comes to bring him a paper cup of coffee, “It’s gonna be a while, man, maybe you should-”
“Can you imagine,” he stares off, blank, almost mournful, “to have the whole world ripped away from you like that and just-”
“Hey,” Dean sits next to him, “she’ll be fine, she’ll fly again, you helped her as fast as you could, you saved her,” and his words don’t shake the man out of it but when Dean takes off his uniform shirt and offers it so he can cover himself, the man blinks and accepts it and, finally, for the first time in hours, a smile.
It’s a little late in the year, but there’s still time to make things before the holidays. So Holiday Mixtape is back!
The challenge: create SPN fic and/or art inspired by winter and winter holidays
- Fics and art must incorporate a winter holiday or winter theme
- The entire SPN fandom is welcome, all ships and gen
- 1k minimum for fics; 1 piece minimum for art
- Create and share as many things as you like
- Work alone or with a friend
- New fic & art only, please
- Posting begins December 1 and runs all month. Post when you’re ready!
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superhoney and I are running Mixtape again this year. Everyone from SPN fandom is invited. This is a really low-stress challenge, no drop penalties, post when you’re ready any time in December. We’d love to have you join us!
He Thought He Was Reckless
Dean/Castiel – 8k – hurt/comfort/fluff
(An art-based fic for the Patreon piece “Now we know Dean cleans Cas up regularly” – Nov 4, 2018 by @purgatory-jar/Elena.)
You know that playback thing, they do in movies? Something horrible is happening, or the main character is freaking the fuck out and they show you something they showed you earlier in the movie. A big flashing sign pointing to why someone goes wild, loses their shit, kills everyone in the room. Or starts shaking, curls up in a ball and just weeps their damn eyes out.
Trauma.
Dean’s been trained to review those flash situations in his head. But it was always like rewinding the tape and updating the playbook. Defense tactics: Trying to find out what he did wrong so he won’t get blindly attacked on the right side unexpectedly by a lefty. Offensive tactics: So he remembers exactly when a vamp drops his fangs and manages to lash forward first.
Dad trained them to do it. Never considered overexposure or repeated trauma a problem – lack of analysis was.
He had them sweep a house and ‘killed’ Sam from a corner he never checked so many times that Sam cried in frustration. And then Dad replayed every moment of his attack on Sam. Showed him how bloody and splayed and useless he would be. Showed him how getting dead would only mean Dean had nobody to cover his six and he’d be dead, too.
He explained it in gory detail. He made it horrific. He scared Sam into understanding.
Just like he’d done to Dean, when Dean started coming on hunts.
And afterward, you count your bullets. How many you have left. It teaches you to be conservative. Teaches you to aim better and need fewer shots.
Afterward, you buy a slim knife to conceal in your boot because you were just in a last-resort fight and if it weren’t for a solid iron nail wielded in a broken table leg, you wouldn’t be alive.
Afterward, you see all the deep red and purple in your face, all the blood pounded to the surface, and you learn to block better on that side.
You replay the fight, the trauma, the horror, and you learn.
That didn’t stop after Stull. He replayed Sam falling backwards, down, down, down, down again, and he didn’t learn shit. But he kept replaying it. Kept imagining a version of the day where he wasn’t so beat down. Where he could have crawled to the side of the hole and grabbed Sam’s leg.
Where he could have tripped to the side of that gaping chasm and thrown himself in, too.
He didn’t learn shit from that. But you keep replaying and changing your moves because you don’t want to be predictable and you don’t want to get rusty and you want to know when your senses or your reflexes start failing you, at this age.
Dean’s got no idea why Cas is letting him do this.
He’s using a damp washcloth to clean the wounds on his ear and his cheek and his nose. He’s letting Dean pull little crystals of glass out of his hair.
If he gave Cas six seconds alone, he’d turn around and find him fully recovered. Cas could fix himself in a blink.
But he’s sitting on the motel bed, letting Dean do this. His hands work as he blindly replays the explosion and the fight and reviews all the angles. Cas lets him do this mindlessly and without complaint.
Lets Dean clean him up.
First of all, I cried so much at this, it’s so freaking good! This is 100% what I want from canon Deancas!
Thank you so much for writing this piece, I´m so glad my art inspired you to write!
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How would you all like it if I started drawing random panels, such as this one, as writing prompts?
I apologise for my inconsistent art posts, I haven’t had much time to draw stuff lately, but here; have some young!dean in a dusty motel room (bc I wanted an excuse to try more lighting :p )
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